Chapter 4: Meredith Is Angry
The moment he closed the door, he answered the phone.
"Angel, give me ten minutes. I had to grab something to eat. You don’t want your little bear to come over hungry, do you?"
He coaxed Meredith the moment he answered the phone. She had been getting more clingy recently, and more than once she had suggested, to his absolute horror, that she leave her husband.
Max couldn’t help shivering. She had money, that’s for sure. It’s the very reason he had stuck around this long.
From the beginning, they both knew what this was, a transaction, but now, she wanted more. Max cursed himself for being too charming.
Leaving the Roxburgh Apartment, where he lived, it indeed took ten minutes for Max to arrive at Skyline Mews. The only thing, in Max’s view, about the apartment. It was close enough to the luxury areas, while being cheap enough for him to live in.
This was not Max’s first time at Skyline Mews. He had been here enough times that the security knew him by name. He was on the approved list of visitors, so it didn’t take long for him to get to Meredith’s villa.
Max grumbled along the way that the sun was too hot. The second he got rid of his debt, he would get himself a car.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he let out a breath and rang the doorbell.
He didn’t know what kind of superhuman speed she had, but Max had barely let his hand fall to his side when he felt himself being pulled inside and kissed.
Thick arms wrapped themselves around his neck. He only had a moment to be surprised before he had to return the kiss.
He wrapped his arms around her body, ignoring the fat that fell over his fingers, and made his way to the couch.
Falling on the couch, Meredith refused to let him go.
Coming up for air, Max turned his head to the side before she could land another kiss.
"Angel," he said breathlessly. "Give me a minute. What’s wrong with you?"
With one knee braced on the couch and an arm resting on the backrest, he saw her eyes glistening.
She was pouting, looking as if he had done her wrong.
’What is wrong with this woman? This is worse than before.’
He pinched her chin between his fingers, giving her a peck on the lips.
"Talk to me." He pulled her up until they were both sitting. ’Thank goodness for the gym,’ she draped her legs over his thighs.
He stroked her cheek, putting on his best worried expression.
"Angel, what’s wrong? I know I overslept. You aren’t upset with your little bear, are you?"
He checked her over, noticing she was wearing lingerie, but she wasn’t wearing the tail.
"You aren’t even wearing the tail. Did something happen?"
She looked at him but didn’t answer. The more she looked, the more suspicious Max became. There must be a reason she’s acting like this now. She was clingy before, but it wasn’t this bad.
She clutched the front of his shirt, still pouting.
Max shook his head inwardly. ’Who is she trying to act cute for? It’s not cute, not cute at all’
Finally, she spoke, "Baby bear, do you not want me anymore? I heard you and Beatrice went out last night. Didn’t you say you wouldn’t see her anymore?"
Max sighed. He cupped Meredith’s face in his hands. "Mer, I won’t lie to you. I did go out with Beatrice, but we didn’t do anything. Just some drinks. Don’t tell me you’re jealous?"
While coaxing her, Max rolled his eyes internally. ’Clingy. Again. Why is she acting like she doesn’t understand what kind of arrangement this is? Looks like I really do need to cut her loose.’
"Angel, you remember what I told you when we started? I never hid anything from you."
Her mouth opened, like she was about to say something, but thought better of it. She leaned towards the table, reaching for her phone.
After tapping a few times, Max heard his phone chime.
The sound made his heart race. Not wanting to appear greedy, he didn’t check his phone immediately. Instead, he became more affectionate. He pulled her into his arms.
"You know you don’t need to send me anything."
"I want to," she murmured, drawing circles on his shirt. "I promise I won’t ask about that stuff anymore. I just want you for myself."
"I know," he muttered, pulling her flush against him.
They sat there for a while, him rubbing her back, and her soaking up his warmth.
Where she couldn’t see, Max was rolling his eyes. He complained in his mind about having to coax her. But as a qualified sugar baby, he couldn’t let her or anyone who might tell her anything see. He could only make small movements.
"Feel better now?" He pulled away and looked lovingly into her eyes. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips.
She nodded before blushing and gripping the sides of his shirt.
’Blush? Lady, you’re already in your 40s, and I’m NOT your husband. Why are you acting like a schoolgirl with me?’
Max stood, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at Meredith.
"Since my angel is feeling better, how about we go upstairs and have some fun?"
He pulled swiftly up from the couch.
Bending his knees, he braced himself for impact. As expected, Meredith jumped into his arms. He couldn’t help thinking, thank goodness for leg day.
He had gotten used to her weight, but he took his time up the stairs. The little fat woman snuggled into his arms as he carried her upstairs.
She rested her head on his shoulder. One hand inched under his shirt, touching his abs. The other stayed around his neck.
"Angel, if you keep touching me like that, I don’t think we’ll make it to the bedroom."
She giggled, and he started jogging up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, he slapped her ass; the loud smack echoed, and Meredith cooed.
They entered the room, and Max threw her on the custom-made bed. She landed with a soft thud. Her lingerie, a black lace bra with matching panties, stretched over her curves. Her full, round breasts threatened to spill from the lace.
Meredith purred as she caught herself. She propped herself up on her elbows. Her thighs spread instinctively, the damp lace parted ever so slightly to reveal a part of her glistening snatch.
He yanked his shirt over his head, revealing his broad shoulders and sculpted body for Meredith’s viewing pleasure. Undid his pants, leaving his pants, boxer, and shirt in a heap by the bed.
"You’re staring," she said.
"Yeah."
She moaned as he roamed her body with his desire-filled eyes. His eyes flickered to her core; he had to admit, fat or not, Meredith’s cunt was still one of the best.
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