Fated Series. Book #2
"Be possessive of me, own me, keep me, because if you do then nothing and no one else can." - Maddox.
My name is Maddox Vallero, and I'm dead.
Well, that's not quite true. I'm alive in the breathing, walking, talking sense-but...
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Maddox.
"Joel called. Within the hour he should be here with the bodyguards." Mateo spoke, not looking up from the trillion of contract's he's been signing since I got here. Doesn't his hand hurt yet? I wouldn't know, I'm sitting across from him doing nothing and for no reason other than entertainment, watching him. He doesn't find it funny. But in all truth, I'm here because lately I've been spending less time with him, and I can feel that starting to have a negative effect on me. These attachment issues are no joke. I've been so irritable lately it's almost pathetic. Seriously, Sophia's not thrilled about the amount I've escaped to the IT department, only to miss a meeting, and have her dragging me out of there. At least eight times now. So, here I am, to get the dose I require to stay sane.
Kicking my leg on my knee, I shut my eyes. "Orale." I replied, "Can I have the pretty one?"
"Of course, Madds. I'll personally make sure you have the one that won a fucken beauty pageant."
I smiled. "Love that. Always the supportive best friend you are."
That got the briefest smirk out of him, and possibly an eye roll. I didn't need to have my eyes open to know this. "Maddox, how've you been?" he asked, flipping to the next contract, "You've been missing from the apartment lately. Lina's wondering if you've stopped coming around because of the damn fucken cat."
I stayed still, hoping he hasn't caught on, yet praying he does. Since the charity event three weeks ago, Sophia and I have been stable and in hiding. I can't say it bothers me, because really, I like having this one part of my life all to myself. Since the kidnapping shenanigans, everyone has been in my business. Not that I don't appreciate them for caring, but it's as if everything in my brain and life has become their concern. I understand why, I get it, but for once I have something that's finally my own. She's mine.
I spend the majority of my night at her house, and although we have yet to go on a formal date despite my begging, I can't totally say I'm not loving this domestic life she's offering me. The woman has me excited for the end of the work day; has me standing on her porch feeling giddy, like I'm coming home or something. The bonding time with Jax has also been a thrilling high, and my adoration for him grow's daily. Sophia doesn't usually leave me alone to babysit him, but the other day she had no choice, and I was basically pushing her out the door with excitement. While she was grocery shopping, Jax and I built a whole race-car set in the living room. The cute kid had his Deadpool PJ's on the whole time, and after asking whether I had a pair, and me saying no, he convoice me (with no effort) to get a set too. I let him choose mine, and ordered it on the spot. My bat-man PJ's should be here by the end of the day today.
A secret relationship was never what I expected to be in, but neither was half of the other experience I ended up in. So, keeping every moment with Sophia to myself wasn't hard, but my only problem was Mateo. Or more specifically, my big mouth that's almost spilt the secret to him on several occasions. Our entire lives, we've never kept secrets from each other, and apparently even if I wanted to, I simply don't know how when it comes to him. Just the other day, during a boring finance meeting, I was scrolling through my photo gallery and caught myself about to show him the photos I took of Sophia and Jax baking M&M cookies. The moment was so wholesome that I wanted to show him it, show him that I too am healing.
