“No. Out of the question.” He was mad. He had gotten out of the spa and was pacing back and forth. “No.” He was shaking his head with his hands on the balcony railing.
“I want you to watch.” I said again, making him more mad. “I think it will help me get over your past indiscretions and help us make a fresh start. Not to mention, I have remained faithful, sexually, to you thus far.”
“Sexually faithful?” He questioned.
“You’re not the only man I have feelings for, Maximo. But unlike you, I was able to keep it in my pants.” I could see the conversation was going nowhere because he just kept getting madder.
“Fallon, no. You are not to touch another man, I will kill you and him if you do.” He was serious. His eyes darkened. “I’m serious.” I knew he was. He always threatened to kill me and I knew he would, at least he always threatened it.
“Then how are we going to get past this, Maximo? Because since I’ve been married to you, I have been beaten, shot, and had nothing but heartbreak.” I grabbed my stomach, remembering where my baby used to rest. “I lost the only thing I ever wanted, and it’s your fault!” I was crying now. Tears stained my cheeks.
His expression softened. He got back into the spa and waded over to me. He tried pulling me into a hug, but I pushed him away. This didn’t stop him, he finally overpowered me and pulled me into a hug.
“Mi amore, I’m sorry. I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you.” I sobbed in his chest, finally wrapping my arms around his torso. I ran my fingers up his back, feeling his muscles and scars. He ran his finger along my shoulder blade, pulling my hair to the side.
He leaned in and kissed my neck before peppering kisses up to my ear, jaw, then lips. He pulled me in before kissing me hard. He pulled me on top of him as he sat down. I straddled him while he rubbed my thighs. I hated this pull he had on me. As much as I tried to deny it, I really did love this man.
He kissed me harder and harder, pulling me close to him. He was oddly sensual.
“Maximo, I love you.” I said before kissing his forehead. He pulled me in tight and stuck his nose into the base of my neck.
“Say it again.” He demanded. I hesitated, “Again.” He commanded.
“I love you.” I whispered into his ear. “I love you so much.”
He made love to me in the spa, the shower, on the bed, against the wall, and on the floor, all night.
***
The sun was warmer here, in Mexico. I sat on the beach with my toes in the water.
Maximo finally dragged me out of New Orleans back here. The security around his house was more extreme now since the shooting. Joe was with me at all times if I left my bedroom.
I sighed before standing up. Joe was close by, as always. I turned around and locked eyes with him. “Coming?” I asked as I walked past him.
Maximo wasn’t home often anymore. He always came home covered in blood, smelling like smoke. Tonight, was no different. I sat on the foyer stairs waiting for him to return. He locked eyes on me. “What are you doing.” He stated, not asking.
“Waiting for you to come home, but I see the honeymoon faze is over.” I huffed, standing up and turning around.
“Don’t walk away from me!” He yelled; his voice echoed through the foyer.
I stopped without turning around. “You’re drunk. You’ve been drunk since we returned.” I felt him breathing on the back of my neck, his breathing was erratic.
“Bedroom, now.” He demanded. I turned my head to try and see his expression, but he grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me to start walking. We were still sleeping in opposite bedrooms, occasionally I would wake up and he would have entered my room at some point in the night to sleep next to me.
He slammed his bedroom door behind us, making me jump and sending goosebumps down my spine. He ran his finger down my back and in the waistband of my shorts. “Strip.” He demanded again. I hesitated, making him yell, “STRIP!” at me.
I slowly lifted my tank top over my head, exposing my bare back to him. He was still breathing heavily, hungrily. I used my index fingers to slowly push my shorts down, exposing my black lacy thong.
He walked around me, sitting in his armchair. He twirled his finger in the air, motioning me to spin around. I slowly spun around, making sure to not look at Maximo once I was facing him again. “Come here.” He demanded. I slowly walked over to him. “Faster!” He raised his voice.
Once I got in front of him, he pulled me on top of him. He was still covered in blood. I pushed my face away from his chest as he tried to pull me in. “Maximo, no.” I said before standing up and running into the bathroom.
“Fallon, get back here!” He was huffing.
“No, you’re disgusting! You’re covered in blood, again! Not to mention, you are drunk again!” I was so mad I was talking with my hands. “And you think I wouldn’t smell another woman’s perfume on you?”
He shoved the bathroom door open, barely missing me. He grabbed me, lifting me onto the counter. I turned my face away from him, but he grabbed my jaw and roughly pulled my face to his. “Kiss me.” He leaned in, hovering his lips over mine. He didn’t kiss me, just hovered by my lips.
I could smell the bourbon and cigars on his breath, as well as that perfume. He really can’t be loyal to me.
“No.” I said before trying and pulling my face out of his hand, but his jaw tensed, and he slammed his lips into mine. He ripped my tank top that I had just put back on, exposing my breasts to him.
He grabbed my hips, pulling me into his groin.
There was a banging at the door. Maximo didn’t stop what he was doing. He was sucking my neck while playing with my nipples.
The door swung open, Julio and Monte ran in. “Get the fuck out!” Maximo yelled.
“Boss, it’s…...” Julio paused when he saw me. I pulled my arms across my chest, hiding my breasts. “Boss, we need to talk with you, alone.”
Maximo stepped out of my thighs and left with Julio and Monte.