Chapter 1: Unlocked Desires
The click of my heels echoed through the silent hallway as I stormed out of Maxwell’s office, my blood boiling hotter than a summer inferno. Seeing Camilla’s smug face, wiping her mouth like she’d just won a damn prize, and Maxwell’s piercing gaze locked on me—it was too much. ‘I was wondering why I was kept waiting,’ I’d snapped, my voice dripping with venom. ‘Carry on, I’ll find my way home.’
Camilla had perched on his lap like a cheap trophy, cooing, ‘Good for you, because my baby and I are just getting started, and we’re gonna be here for a very long time.’ The way she dragged out ‘very’ made my skin crawl, but I didn’t give her the satisfaction of a reaction. Maxwell meant nothing to me. Nothing. I repeated it like a mantra as I grabbed my bag and hightailed it out of that suffocating building.
Hours later, after venting to Adele and plotting petty revenge on her sleazy ex with a bouquet of flowers he didn’t deserve, I found myself at a club, scanning for a distraction. ‘Let’s find a hot stranger to clear the cobwebs down here,’ I’d teased, brushing my fingers over myself with a smirk, earning a wicked grin from Adele. But no one measured up. My body ached for something real, something wild—something I hadn’t felt since Maxwell, five years ago. Damn him for still haunting my desires.
Now, standing at the front door of our shared house, my key refused to turn. I banged on the wood, frustration mounting with every futile twist. ‘Did this bastard change the locks?’ I muttered, dialing Adele for a rescue. Just as the call connected, the door swung open. There stood Maxwell, shirtless, grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, the outline of his impressive cock teasing through the fabric. My anger faltered, replaced by a rush of heat I couldn’t ignore.
‘Why’d you change the damn lock?’ I snapped, forcing my eyes up to meet his.
‘Why are you just getting home at this hour?’ he countered, his voice low, dangerous. I shoved past him, but in a flash, he had me pinned against the wall, his hard body caging me in. My breath hitched as his scent—musky, intoxicating—flooded my senses.
‘Answer me, Amelia. Where’ve you been, dressed like this?’ His gaze raked over the tight dress hugging my curves, lingering on every inch. My skin burned under his scrutiny.
‘None of your damn business,’ I shot back, my voice steady despite the storm brewing inside me. ‘You don’t get to play jealous husband while Camilla’s drooling over you. I do what I want.’
His jaw tightened, a muscle ticking as his eyes darkened. ‘You think I care about her? She’s nothing. But you—parading around in this dress, looking like you’re begging for trouble—drives me fucking insane.’
I laughed, sharp and cutting. ‘Oh, please. You’ve got plenty of toys to keep you busy. Why don’t you go back to your little lap dog and leave me alone?’
His hand slid to my hip, fingers digging in just enough to make me gasp. ‘Because I don’t want her. I want you, Amelia. Always have.’ His voice dropped to a growl, his breath hot against my ear. ‘And I know you’re just as hungry for me as I am for you.’
My pulse raced, heat pooling between my thighs. I hated how right he was, how my body betrayed me, already wet and aching for him. ‘You’re delusional,’ I hissed, but my words lacked conviction as his other hand trailed up my thigh, teasing the edge of my dress.
‘Am I?’ he murmured, his lips brushing my neck, sending shivers down my spine. ‘Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you’re not dripping for me right now.’
I bit my lip, fighting the urge to moan as his fingers inched higher. My resolve was crumbling, and he knew it. The air between us crackled, charged with raw, undeniable need. One more move, and I’d be lost to him—again.
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