Chapter 14: Hallway Interaction
Max woke up the next morning to find Rebecca’s leg draped over his waist. They were both still naked. The people around them had disappeared during one of their sessions at Rebecca’s command.
Whether they went off to have their own fun or they went to bed, Max wasn’t sure.
Looking over at Rebecca, he saw she was still fast asleep. He peeled her off him and made his way to the bathroom. He didn’t bother to put on clothes. What he needed now was a quick shower and to head home.
He briefly wondered if Vik was awake yet.
He was using the bathroom when the door opened behind him. He didn’t look back. There weren’t many people here. If it was one of the male staff, they would leave when they saw him. But, from the patter of footsteps behind him, he knew it wasn’t.
He turned around to see the redhead from last night staring at him.
Max shook his shaft, shaking off the last remnants of pee. He eyed the woman standing before him, then sighed. "Come on."
This wasn’t the first time. On his first visit, he noticed this redhead had a penchant, not for dick, but the taste of it after it’s been inside Rebecca. He wasn’t sure what kind of fetish she had, but both times, as long as she could catch him, she would suck him off.
Max stood there, watching her swallow him. She wasn’t as good as Rebecca, but that didn’t matter. Someone was willing to give him a morning BJ, and he was more than happy to accept it.
Allowing himself to relax, he felt her cheek hollow as she sucked him. She licked, sucked, and coaxed the cum out of him.
When he stepped out of the bathroom, he felt like a new man.
He walked back into the room, finding his clothes neatly folded on a table beside the bed. Max couldn’t help smiling. The life of rich people is really good. You can fuck all night and have the staff press and iron your clothes the following morning. No need to do your own laundry.
Not immediately heading to take a shower, he decided to wake Rebecca. According to his phone, it was almost nine. Rebecca never spoke to him about work, so he wasn’t sure if she had things to do today.
Max went directly to his music player and played a song. It was a trick he learned after the year he spent with Rebecca. The woman could sleep through a typhoon, but this particular song woke her up every time.
Sitting beside her, Max played the song. He watched her eyes roll under the lid before she slowly opened her bleary eyes. He had to admit that Rebecca was sexy. She kept herself in shape. She had curves in all the right places.
Max placed a hand on her ass, kneading the plump flesh as the song played, even humming along. As Rebecca came to her senses, she swatted his hand away. The sleepy look that made him want to take her again was gone.
Replacing it was the business elite, Rebecca Harding. Her eyes held none of the lust she felt last night. Max, who was hoping for a morning quickie, couldn’t help sighing. He took his clothes with him and went to take a shower. Now that the cold mask was back in place, he was no longer needed.
By the time he came out of the shower, Rebecca was already dressed. She was wearing a navy blue pantsuit that did little to hide her figure. Not that she could hide it if she tried. She sat on the chaise, which had been cleaned; her shoes were placed beside her.
"Do you have a meeting today?" Max queried.
Her cold gaze stopped on him. He could see the flash of something in her eye. It wasn’t the appreciation she had the night before at the lounge, nor was it the lust or desire when she had her mouth on his shaft.
She was openly disgusted.
Max’s expression didn’t change. It wasn’t the first time.
Internally, Max laughed mirthlessly. This woman could ride him for the entire night, beg for him, and let him do all kinds of salacious things to her. Yet, the next morning she would tell him how useless he was.
He wasn’t useless when she was begging for him to cum down her throat or when he had her bent over that oak desk in her office and fucked her. Only after she’s had her fill does she decide he isn’t worth it. A two-faced bitch.
It’s been a year of the same thing. But in that year he used her money to pay off a quarter of his debt. A little humiliation wasn’t going to kill him. But that didn’t mean he would put up with it forever.
He won’t always be broke. There will be a day when he will make her beg. Not in bed, but in the business world. He has marked everything in his mind. He wasn’t powerful enough to do anything about it, but the future is anyone’s game.
"I have a dinner I need to attend next week. Remember to put it on your calendar. I’ll provide the clothes."
"No problem."
That’s where the conversation ended. He helped her put on her shoes, and Vik drove them away from the villa. He dropped her off first, then brought Vik back home.
He sighed as soon as he approached his door. His hope for today was that no one would force him to get out of bed. As he opened his door, the one next door opened as well.
Stacey stepped out. She was wearing a trench coat. Max could see her rock-hard nipples through the coat. Scrutinizing her, he couldn’t help but wonder if she was actually wearing anything underneath.
"Max. Are you just getting back?" she asked, her smile brilliant.
"Yeah. You going out?"
"Hmm. Meeting a friend." She gestured inside. "Cassie’s inside, just so you know. I won’t be coming back tonight. If you want something to eat, let her know."
"Sure," Max waved, heading inside.
He was sure she was up to no good, but it wasn’t any of his business. He closed the door and faced the wall that separated their two apartments. He touched his stomach.
Before he left the villa, he hadn’t eaten anything. Sex all night and no food in the morning. Only when Stacey mentioned food did he realize he was hungry. But sleep came first.
If Cassie welcomed him later, he would bum a meal for lunch.
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