I woke up to Maximo running his finger over my cheek. He gave me a soft smile. “Get up.” He said and then smacked my ass. “Only 2 days left until the wedding, and you better keep it tight for me.” He laughed.
“When am I going to know anything about the wedding? Am I even going to get to pick anything?” I really didn’t care but it would have been nice to have some control over my wedding.
“You got to pick your dress.” He joked. “Get up, shower, and wear something sexy.” He said before leaving the room.
I got up and showered. I brushed my hair down my back and put on a loose linen dress. I walked to the kitchen and made myself a glass of juice and met Maximo in the dining room.
He was eating his bacon and eggs. I sat down and made myself a plate when Claire walked into the room. Maximo stopped eating and stared at her. I watched him as he caught himself staring and went back to his food. “Do you find her attractive?” I asked annoyed. He glanced over to me and answered dryly,
“Who is she and why is she in my house?”
“That’s Claire Mendoza, my assistant.” He snorted.
“Why do you need an assistant?”
“Because, Maximo, I own 4 clubs, an agave farm, and a distillery. Not to mention I’m looking into buying another club, this time in LA.” He shook his head.
“There is no reason for you to own more clubs.” I shot a look at him.
“Why not?” I asked annoyed.
“Because you will have enough to deal with once we get married.” I didn’t know what he meant; he oversaw his own affairs as far as I was concerned. I was too annoyed to spend any more time with him, so I got up to leave. “I said wear something sexy.”
“I’m going to change now, not that it really matters to you.” I said under my breath. He got up and grabbed my arm, pushing me into the wall, he pressed me so hard to the wall my cheek hurt from the pressure.
“Why do you say stupid shit, Fallon? Is it your goal to piss me off?” I smiled. It was my goal to piss me off, not enough to hurt me, but enough to get a rise out of him.
“Yes, it is my goal to piss you off.” I said smiling. He turned me around to face him and pressed my back hard against the wall. I saw Claire standing in the kitchen with her mouth wide open. She was in shock, I thought. “What do you want with me, Maximo?”
“I want you to obey me.” He said pushing his nose into my neck. “I want you to please me, fuck me, run this world with me.” He ran his hand along my thigh form the outside of my dress. “I want you to stop saying stupid shit.” He ran his thumb across my lip. He lifted my dress exposing my naked legs and stomach.
“Do you want to know what I want?” I said dumbly.
“No.” He answered annoyed before lifting me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. I contemplated for a moment before whispering in his ear.
“I want you to fuck me everyday like it is the first time you have ever seen me.” He bit my neck and pressed his hips hard into my groin.
“Maximo, this is not the place for that.” Jesus said sitting down at the head of the table.
Maximo put me down and pulled my dress down, pushing me out of the dining room. I ran to my room closing the door and leaning against it.
I went to my closet to put on a dress Maximo had bought me. I found a black leather, strapless, short dress that clung to my body and pushed my breasts up. I paired it with black fishnet stockings and black high heeled boots. I wore a long silver chain, and I braided my hair back. I put on dark eyeshadow, a wing, and dark red lipstick.
I walked out of the room, listening to my footsteps. Maximo was waiting in the living room, when he saw me, he walked over to me, huffing. “What is it with you looking like a whore?” He asked annoyed.
I gave him a side smile. “I thought you liked whores?” He let out a deep breath before opening the door and pulling me outside.