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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Sophia.
I grabbed my Louboutin's, swinging them over my finger as I headed out of my closet. My maroon red silk dress flowed after my body, slick and elegant. It infused every curve of mine, and sat perfectly around my boobs, giving just enough cleavage but not overbearing. I can't lie and say my nerves aren't twisting my stomach, but I was pushing past it. I don't know if it's the wisest idea for me to go to this event with Maddox. But he asked, and used them puppie fox eyes that I've learned are really hard to say no to. I imagined him being there alone, and how badly that would make him uncomfortable. His anxiety would skyrocket with the amount of people there, and the urge to protect him from it grew greatly. Then, there was also that fact that I couldn't stand even the thought of him taking someone else.
The doorbell ringing pulled me from my thoughts, and made me realize I've been staring into the mirror, but not really even looking. Quickly, I checked myself from the last time, giving myself that last check. Amy would open the door, she's babysitting Jax tonight. Reaching up, I fix one of the curls that spilt over my shoulders, making sure the pin that's holding it altogether is intacted. My lips were painted their usual red, matching my dress and energy, because right now I do feel like I'm hovering a bit too close to the flame that's is my secret relationship, and it's teasing me by threatening to burn me. I'm standing there, staring at the face behind the fire, fair eyes, golden hair, and a grin too hard to resist, while he coax me to come closer to his insanity.
Since Thursday, I've been overthinking the whole invitation. I don't know if I'm making the wrong choice by going, but I can't get myself to talk to Maddox about it. That pesky part of me that doesn't trust him reminds me that telling him all my feelings will put me in a vulnerable spot where I'm not sure I trust him to put myself in.
My inner child is afraid; terrified of all the potential disasters this choice of my to go can create in my life. My inner child is a wildly untrusting, troubled, and traumatized one, and it reminds me that I can't be like all the other people who simply live life with a naive mind. So, you can see how this whole situation is making me rather confused. Sighing, I knew it didn't matter now, I needed to go. I said I would, and now is definitely too late to back out despite my unsureness.
I just needed to play this off naturally. Pretend I'm confident and certain of myself. How hard can that be? I do it daily. For Maddox, I understand the proximity of people, and the amount of convestation and attention will put him on edge, and I'm there to do my job. He's my job.
Last glance in the mirror, and I headed out. I was almost in the living room when I heard his teasing voice somewhere in my house. "Are you sure, little man? Because I'm pretty damn sure you're lying to me right now." he chuckled, setting liquid flames scorching up the walls of my already unsettled stomach.
