Maggie Norris and Luke Vaudest come with attitudes of stone-cold, rude, sarcastic snakes. Every single time the pair have clashed, it has never ended up being a good thing. The two are more than fine with never crossing paths, again.
Until Maggie d...
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"Trusting our intuition often saves us from disaster." — Anne Wilson Schaef ————————————————————
Chapter 19 <—————————————>
Maggie
My fingers stroked through Xanders' curls as I attempted, "I'll get you that back massager I saw you eyeing the other day."
Xander continued to glare at the steering wheel, arms crossed and tucked against his chest.
I drew out a sigh. Men. "I'll make your favorite cheesecake, I'll..." I paused, nearly slamming my head into the window with frustration.
Maybe I was wrong for waiting until today to tell him about the event. I let it slip during our spent lunch together, and he'd been in a sour mood ever since.
I could understand why he was mad; no one in their right mind would be okay with seeing their significant other attend a ball with someone else. But, this was far more complex. I'd rather eat crickets than go with Luke tomorrow, but I literally had no other choice.
Xander didn't have any idea of how psychotic Luke truly was. The son of a bitch would burn the world down with himself in it if the idea popped in his head.
He was a maniac. A controlling, narcissistic, rolling bowl of hot fury. Of course, he just so happened to be my boss for the next year, too.
I couldn't do anything to change it, and arguing about it wouldn't change a thing. I was still going to have to go, regardless of Xander's jealousy. He didn't even have anything to be jealous over, though, truly.
"Babe," I smiled, my voice softening as I undid my seatbelt. "I'm sorry." One hand remained on his neck while the other ran down his chest. It continued to fall until I reached his belt. "I really am."
His hooded eyes met mine. "You're so unfair, Maggie."
I shrugged, lifting my bottom from the seat to kiss him. His hand instinctively went to my ass, squeezing a little too roughly. I shrugged it off, using my free hand to fumble with his belt.
We were right outside Luke's shop. He had told me to take the week off so that I wouldn't get him sick, but I'd already wasted two days. The more time I spent away, the longer I'd have to be here in the long run. I wanted to dwindle my days as much as possible.
"I've missed you," I muttered against the corner of Xander's lips. "I've missed you," he repeated back.
I chuckled against his sample of a groan. I didn't give a damn about respecting Luke's building. If I wanted a reliever, I deserved to have it.
Xander chuckled, glancing down to his pants. "I'm not the only one who missed you," he teased. His sheepish smile made my own grow. "It's been so long ever since I've taken you out." I knew he didn't just mean our date-nights.
