Oh shit! I started to panic, stammering, “Maximo, it’s not what it looks like.” I thought I was going to cry. He looked emotionless.
“What did I tell you, mi amore?” He looked past me to James. “And what did I tell you, pendejo?”
James backed up, letting go of me. I heard him exhale deeply and then sit down. I turned around to see him smiling. He was amused with himself! He put both of our lives in danger, and he was just sitting there smiling?! “I really don’t care what the fuck you have to say, Maximo. You don’t scare me.”
Maximo took a deep breath and walked over to the spa. He pulled my swim bottoms out of the water as they were floating near the edge. I felt so naked and ashamed. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to the edge of the spa. “Kneel.” He hissed. He was talking to me but making eye contact with James. “Kneel, I said.” And he pushed down on my shoulders so that I was kneeling on the seat in front of him. He grabbed the back of my hair and pulled my head back hard making my mouth shoot open in pain. He then shoved my swim bottoms in my mouth shoving them all the way back to my throat. I began to choke. I tried to pull them out but he still had my head leaned back and his hand over my mouth holding the wet cloth in my mouth.
James jumped up and lunged at him. Maximo released the back of my head and grabbed James by the throat. I quickly removed the bottoms from my mouth and leaned over the side of the hot tub to cough up the chlorine water that dripped down my throat. My throat burned so bad but I couldn’t stop coughing. I was crying and coughing so pitifully.
Maximo had pulled James out of the hot tub and had him pinned against the wall, punching him repeatedly in the face. I jumped out of the spa and ran over to Maximo, trying to pull him off of James. I was screaming and crying. “Please! Stop! Maximo, stop! You’re going to kill him!” He jerked his head at me.
“I am going to kill him, Fallon. I warned you.” He said through his teeth. His guards opened the patio door, pulling Maximo off James. “Get the fuck off of me, I am going to kill him!” He yelled. James had slumped to the ground. I was so caught up in everything that was happening I forgot I did not have bottoms on. I kneeled down next to James. I was sobbing uncontrollably. He looked dead. His eyes were bruised, swollen, and bleeding. He had blood dripping from his mouth.
I listened closely and could hear he was still breathing. I ran into the living room to the intercom, I paged the front desk. Chris answered promptly. “Ms. Martin, what can I do for you?”
“I need..” Maximo’s bodyguard had pulled me away from the intercom and pressed the red ‘end’ button. “Hey!” I yelled slapping his chest. “Let go of me!” He was pulling me towards the bedroom. My feet were dragging the ground as he pulled me. He pulled me so hard I couldn’t catch my footing. He threw me into my bedroom and dragged me to the side of the bed Maximo was sitting on. Maximo waved his hand at the guard, and he left, closing the door.
I was still crying. My eyes burned and now so did my feet, legs, arms, and back from where the guard threw me on the ground. Maximo was looking at the ground. His knuckles were bloody and open. He had blood on his shirt and face. I tried to back away from him but he grabbed my hair and pulled my face into his. “Why the fuck would you disobey me, Fallon?” He screamed in my face.
I stuttered, “I didn’t. He wouldn’t listen to me. I told him no.” I was ashamed of myself. I gave into him, and Maximo knew this.
He pulled my head back by my hair and slapped me across the face, hard. I began to fall but he pulled me back by my hair. My cheek stung and my head was sore where he had pulled my hair. I looked into his eyes. “Stop.” I begged. “I’m sorry.”
“Your apologies mean nothing to me.” He let go of my hair. I didn’t move, afraid he would grab me again. He stood up and walked over to the bathroom door. “Shower, brush your teeth, you filthy whore.” His words hurt. I stood up slowly and walked over to the bathroom door. He didn’t move. I didn’t dare make eye contact with him. He stepped aside and let me pass him but grabbed my arm and pulled me into his chest. He untied my top and pulled it down, exposing me entirely to him. “Never do that again, it is your last warning.” He whispered into my ear.
“I won’t.” He released me, pushing me into the shower. He pulled his clothes off and joined me. He washed my hair and body. I just stood there. It hurt too much to move. He ran his hands over my body. Touching every inch of me. I turned my head away from him, making sure not to meet his eyes. He stood up and faced me, he used his index finger to pull my chin so I was facing him.
“Look at me.” He demanded. I complied. “You are mine. Say it.”
“I am yours.” I complied again. He kissed me hard. I let him. I just stood there. He pulled he close to him, grabbing my hips and running his hands to my ass, grabbing my sensitive skin hard before slapping my ass cheeks. It made my skin tingle. I closed my eyes hoping he would finish soon.