A guy like him will never be faithful. I’ve accepted that, mostly because I don’t care. Maxim made my life hell throughout high school. He can screw whoever he wants. The way I see it, the busier he is with other women, the less time he’ll find to torment me.
When we were kids, he’d corner me in classrooms and force his tongue down my throat or his hand down my pants, claiming he was desperate for me. That he couldn’t control himself.Puh-lease.Maxim lacks many things, but self-control isn’t one of them.
As if he knows I’m thinking about him, Maxim flicks his gaze to mine and smirks before wrapping his arms around a busty blond and dragging her into his lap.
Flattening my lips, I try not to sneer. The asshole would read too much into it. Jealousy where Maxim is concerned is beneath me.
I don’t care if he sleeps around. At first, he loved it. But now, my indifference grates on him. He wants me to care. To get upset and cause a scene. His ego is so big, he can’t fathom any reason I wouldn’t want him.
So like the child he is, he acts out. He makes a public display of his cheating to grab my attention, but I never take the bait.
Instead, I widen my smile and wink, my reaction sayinghave fun.
Nostrils flaring, Maxim turns his head and shoves his tongue down the blond’s throat.
A few of his men see that I’m still looking and smirk. What is it with everyone thinking that him messing around gets to me?
As far as I’m concerned, this is a win for me. If he screws Malibu Barbie, he’ll leave me alone tonight. He can have his, and I’ll go home to the comforts of my battery operated boyfriend and have mine. I might be a twenty-two-year-old virgin, but I’m well educated on my own anatomy and have zero shame in taking care of my own needs.
Breaking the kiss, Maxim keeps his eyes on me while the blond slips her hand beneath his slacks, cupping his obvious erection in her hand. His eyes heat with challenge as they bore into my own, and he leans back, widening his legs to make room for her as she sinks to her knees on the dirty club floor. Normally, he’d excuse himself by this point. Take the girl to another room and do what he wants with her there.
My indifference must really be striking a nerve if he’s going to let her suck him off out in the open. Too bad. She’s into him, I can tell. Eager to please and hungry for his attention. She probably knows exactly who he is. The amount of money he has. The family he belongs to. And even if she didn’t, I can’t deny that Maxim is easy on the eyes.
He has blond hair, green eyes, and the type of bone structure most girls swoon over. But good looks aside, he doesn’t have anything else going for him. His personality is shit. His ego is the size of Texas. And years of torment at his hands through my formative years have left a sour taste in my mouth.
If she wants him, she can have him.
5
LETICIA
Sweat drips between my breasts and my muscles ache, fast on their way to becoming Jello.
I’ve been up on this damn table for close to an hour now, and I’m more than ready for the night to end. But by the look of things, Maxim is just getting his party started. Why hasn’t he left to screw the blond Barbie yet? He didn’t even let her follow through with sucking him off.
Narrowing my eyes, I take in the thin lines of powder one of his men is laying out on their table.
I didn’t expect to be up here this long, but climbing down to sit beside Maxim, especially when he’s seconds away from being high as a kite, is a version of hell I have zero interest in experiencing tonight. I’ll have to suffer through the drive home with him as it is. Drunk Maxim is bad enough. I haven’t had the pleasure of his company while high, and I’m not looking forward to it.
Slowing my movements, I scan the club in search of the bar. Maybe I can use the excuse of needing a drink to catch a small reprieve. If I’m quick about it, I might even be able to borrow someone’s phone and call for a ride home. My father won’t like it, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I just need to think of a good enough reason to justify him sending one of his men out for me. My health and well-being won’t be motivating enough. If I tell Papá I need a ride because Maxim is drunk and high, he’ll deny me. An inebriated man is more likely to take what he wants, and my father’s actions as of late have made it clear that he wants me to be taken.
Hmm… What would make him see reason?
I could develop food poisoning.
No.
He wouldn’t care.
Crap.
I’m drawing a blank, but I need to think of something.
Maybe an idea will come to me as I make my way through the crowd. Unlikely, but a girl can hope. Eyeing the bar again, I consider my next move. I can’t imagine Maxim would object to my needing a drink of water after being up here this long, but regardless, I’ll have to ask permission to climb down from my perch before heading for the bar. And if I do, there’s a good chance he’ll opt to send one of his men with me.
The idea of asking him for permission to do anything makes my stomach sour. Maxim’s not looking my way anymore, and neither are his goons. If I’m fast enough, I can go to the bar, ask to borrow a phone, and be back before he notices I’m gone.
I bite my bottom lip, and indecision swirls through me. What if this is a test? If he’s refocused his attention just to see if I stay put. He could be setting me up to fail so he has a justifiable excuse to punish me.
