I wave her over to us and she walks steadily on high heels. Higher than I’ve ever seen her walk in before. It makes me think of fucking her in nothing but said shoes.Stop it, Max. Tonight, you’re Maxwell and Alexa.
“Alexa, how are you feeling?” I lean down and kiss her cheek, lingering a little longer than I should.
“A bit better, thank you for asking. Max…” She clears her throat. “Maxwell. This is my friend, Mhairi. Mhairi, Maxwell.”
I lean over and shake Mhairi’s hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Max. Nice place you have here,” says Mhairi.
This one is the opposite of Lex. She’s confident, witty, and wild, but I like that she complements Lexi. They’re obviously close friends. I’m sure Lexi referred to her as her best friend at some point.
“All good I hope.” I wink at Lexi. “Let me introduce you to my mum and dad.” I step back out of my mum’s way and let her get a look at Lexi. “Alexa this is my mum, Lilith, and my dad, Alexander.”
Lexi holds her hand out to my dad and leans in and kisses my mum’s cheek. “Lovely to meet you both.”
“Likewise, dear. How do you know our Maxwell?” asks my mum.
“We work together. Well, I own the cleaning company Max has hired to keep this place spick and span.”
My mum nods with a wicked gleam in her eye. She likes the look of Lexi; I knew she would. Lexi has the good girl next door vibes that every mother envisions her precious son to marry and settle down with.
“What a wonderful job you’ve done. It’s nice to see a woman so passionate and willing to work. Usually, the women Maxwell introduces to us are… let’s just say a different breed.”
“Mum, be nice.”
My mum is the only person who can make me blush. She has no filter and just vomits whatever she wants to say.
“I’m always nice, sweetheart.” She winks at me and Lexi giggles.
Mhairi reaches over and takes my mum’s hand in hers. “Mhairi, the best friend. But I like you. I like a woman who isn’t afraid to say what she’s thinking.”
“Well, my dear, you don’t get to my age without ruffling a few feathers.”
Lexi and Mhairi laugh, and my father and I shake our heads. We know exactly the type of feathers my mother has ruffled over the years. She doesn’t mince her words.
“Let me get us all a drink.” I wave over the waitress and start handing out champagne flutes to my growing circle. It feels nice standing here, not worrying about airs and graces or trying to please everyone. The chatter between my parents, Lexi, and her friend is flowing easily.
“Ah, Max, darling, be an angel and grab your fiancée one of those glasses, please.”
That voice.That nail grinding down the chalkboard type of voice I’d know anywhere. The air around us changes. I can feel my mum’s eyes on me, but most importantly, I feel Mhairi shooting daggers through me, and Lexi looks anywhere but at me. I can see tears welling in her eyes, and I hate that.
“Victoria.” My mum’s voice drips venom. “I didn’t think you’d be here today.”
“Lil.” Victoria shrugs and takes my glass out of my hand. “I wanted to see what the other half was up to these days.”
“It was lovely meeting you, Mr and Mrs Loudon. I must get moving along. I see one of my other clients over there that I must say hello to.” Lexi kisses my mum’s cheek, pats my dad on the arm, and never gives me another glance. I can’t say the same for Mhairi. She wants my dick on a platter, and I don’t blame her considering what she just heard.
“Don’t be a stranger, dear. Nice girl that,” my mum says to Dad.
I am so angry right now. Why the fuck would Victoria be here? I’ve not seen her in five years since I called off the engagement when I walked into my house where she was being fucked on the stairs by the gardener… doggy style.
I left the office early today because I had a headache brewing and it was starting to affect my eyes. I wanted to get home before it undoubtedly got worse. I haven’t had a migraine in years, but I’ve been working crazy hours lately trying to get my hands on a new hotel. Lack of sleep isn’t helping, and stress from my fiancée always looking for more and more money off me for a wedding that I’m really not interested in. It’s all taking its toll on my body and mind.
I pull up outside my house and notice Vic’s car is parked on the drive. She was supposed to be meeting friends this afternoon. I thought I was going to get the house to myself for a few hours, but I’m not that lucky.
I get out of my car, grab my briefcase from the back seat, and climb the steps to the front door of my house. The door is ajar, but I don’t think anything of it. It’s not unusual if the gardener or housekeeper is around. We live in a good neighbourhood and nothing would happen from the door being left open. But the moment I push open the door, I stop dead in my tracks. Vic is kneeling on the stairs, arse in the air, and Rico, the gardener, is pounding into her from behind. The sound of skin slapping, the groans of pleasure from him, and the squeals of delight from Vic turn my stomach. I should be angry. I should feel something. But I don’t. I clear my throat and it’s likea sketch out of a badly-made comedy porno. They both jump, pull apart, and his half-mast dick is standing proud, and her bare pussy is on show. Vic tries to walk towards me but trips over her own feet.
“Maxi, I can explain,” she whines in that pathetic voice that grates on my last nerve.
“Don’t. I don’t want to hear it. I’m going to my parents’. I want you to get packed up and out of my house before I come back.”
