**Fallon**
The sun shone through my windows. It was 8am. Maximo didn’t return last night after he left.
I got up and decided to shower. I turned on my rainfall shower head and stepped under the warm water, letting it caress my body. I was so caught up in how good the water felt on my skin, I didn’t hear my bedroom door open.
I jumped when I saw Maximo outside of the shower. His hair was disheveled, his skin was dirty, and his knuckles were covered in blood. I continued lathering my skin while looking into his eyes.
His eyes searched me, locking on my eyes. He opened the shower door and stepped in, pushing me against the wall. I took the loofa and started cleaning his skin.
I walked around him, scrubbing his back, arms, legs. I turned him around and pushed him against the wall.
I took my soapy hands and ran then through his hair, scratching his scalp. He closed his eyes and rested his head against the wall. I stood on my tippy toes, kissing the side of his mouth, now that it was clean. He didn’t open his eyes, but pulled me in close to his chest, holding me.
I moved my hands down his chest, stomach, to his groin. I grabbed his dick and began rubbing my hands up and down his length. He took in a deep breath and moved his hands to my hips, squeezing.
“God, Fallon. Que se siente tan bien.” He said through gritted teeth. I quickened my rubbing, making him grow. “Fuck.” He hissed before turning and pushing me into the wall. I didn’t let go of his manhood.
He rubbed his thumb across my lower lip while looking in my eyes. He pulled my mouth open and inserted two fingers, pressing down on my tongue. I closed my lips and twirled his fingers with my tongue. He closed his eyes, something so small made him so much harder.
He slowly retracted his fingers from my mouth before running them down my chin, throat, chest, naval, to my clit, rubbing it with his fingers. I sucked air in, letting him massage it. He was still breathing heavy as I rubbed his cock.
He then curled his fingers into my vagina, finding my most sensitive spot. I moaned into his chest, biting him softly. He removed his fingers and cupped my ass, pulling me into him. I felt his throbbing cock on my stomach. He picked me up, teasing my opening with the tip of his dick.
I moved my hips forward, tired of waiting. He smiled, “slow down, mi amore.” I relaxed, looking into his eyes. “I want you to beg for it.” He whispered into my ear.
“Maximo, please.” I pleaded; I was dripping with anticipation. “Fuck me.”
He smiled before slamming into me. My eyes rolled back and I dug my nails into his shoulder. He groaned, fucking me harder.
I moaned into his ear, pulling his earlobe between my lips. “God, you feel so good.” He moaned in my ear while I clenched down on his dick.
He continued slamming into me until he came. “Fuck, Fallon.” He hissed as he climaxed.
“Fallon, we need to talk.” I looked up at Maximo in the mirror.
I was brushing my hair. “Okay, let’s talk.” I gave him a small smile in the mirror before turning around. When I turned around, he was sitting on the bed, fully dressed. I was still only in a towel.
“I need you to go back to the states for awhile.” He looked nervous. My eyebrows came together as I frowned.
“What are you talking about? Why?” I was getting mad. How could he force me to come here but now try and send me away?
“It’s for your safety, Fallon. I need you to go home until it is safe to come back. Take some time and invest in your clubs…” He was rambling on now.
I hugged my towel around me tighter. “I don’t understand, Maximo.” I felt like I may cry. “You said we needed to remain a united front, to appear strong. How has that changed?”
“You make me weak, Fallon. You are my only weakness. If anything were to happen to you, I don’t know what I would do. I almost lost it when you got shot, and, and, and…”
He hung his head. “Fallon, I love you and I need you to do this for me. I need you to go away until it is safe again, until I regain all of my power again.”
“Fine.” I said before turning around and walking back into the bathroom. I pulled the door shut and leaned against the vanity. I let a tear drop down my face. I wiped it away before turning around and looking at myself in the mirror.
I dried my hair before putting on light makeup. I decided to let my hair lay natural. It was longer than my shoulders now since I had cut it. It was light brown and wavy.
I opened the door slowly, disappointed to not see Maximo sitting on the bed. I walked into the closet and pulled out my high rise black jeans, a red lacy and strappy tank top, and my studded stilettos. I grabbed a bag and started to pack my things. I was starting to get emotional, so I sat on the floor and pulled out my phone.
I called Amber, we had not talked in weeks. “Heyyyy bitch!” I smiled, happy to hear her voice.
“Oh my god, I miss you so much!” I almost screamed.
“Come visit me then! I would come down there but it seems so dangerous.” She was laughing now.
“Actually, I will be home for a while for business. We need to meet up.”
“Yes, bitch! Come by, we will go out drinking!”
“Of course! I will let you know when I get to Chicago!” We said goodbye and I hung up, happy. I continued packing my things. When I was finished, I grabbed my bags and headed for the front door. I was unsure if I was going to say goodbye to Maximo or not.
“Fallon, wait.” I heard behind me. “Please, not yet.”
I turned around to see a disheveled Maximo. Different from the well kept Maximo is aw less than 2 hours ago.
“I have a plane to catch, Maximo.”
“I just…I just need a moment with you, mi amore.” He walked over to me, quickly. He pulled me into an embrace, running his hands down my sides to my hips, pulling me in tighter. He planted kisses on my neck and shoulder. I pushed away from him.
“No.” I said, taking several steps back. “You don’t get to tell me I have to leave and then do this.” I looked up and saw Joe with several bags, it looks like he is coming with me. “Goodbye, Maximo.”
“Fallon.” He said, I could see the sadness in his eyes.
Joe had grabbed my bags and loaded the car. I followed him out the door and got in the backseat. Maximo began yelling. “Fallon, wait! God dammit, let go of me!” I looked up and saw Julio and Monte holding Maximo back. He was fighting to get to me.
“Go!” Julio yelled, fighting off Maximo.
I closed my eyes as we pulled out of the driveway. Joe drove us to the Hernandez airstrip. We didn’t speak the entire drive. Once we arrived to the airstrip, he unloaded the car and helped me onto the plane.
We took our seats and prepared for the flight. I looked at Joe, “So, you’re going along to spy on me, I assume?” I asked, annoyed by everything.
“No, Fallon, I am your security detail, I am coming along to ensure your safety. I may work for Mr. Hernandez, but my priority and responsibility is you.” I gave him a small smile and nodded.
**Maximo**
I thew my phone across the room, shattering it. Juliette had not stopped calling me. I had done everything she had asked, sending my wife away and getting back into business with the Columbians.
“Julio, Monte.” They both stepped into the room. “Let’s go.” I stammered, grabbing my gun and drink.
Monte gave me a questioning look. “Did I stutter? Let’s go, to the club, now.” I stumbled out of the room, a little too drunk for my own good.”
“Boss, tonight is not a good night, let’s sleep it off and try again tomorrow.” Julio tried to reason with me.
“I don’t give a shit.” I said, stuttering. “We have business to take care of.”
“It is going to have to wait.” Julio was always able to reason with me, it is why I kept him around. I appreciated his knowledge and loyalty to me..
I nodded and headed for my room. God, I needed her. My body craved her. I couldn’t get her body out of my head. The way the water washed over her body in the shower this morning. The way she moans my name. Fuck.
This was for her safety, but I am the one suffering. I need her. She calms and enrages parts of me that I didn’t know existed. She is my muse and desire.