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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Chapter 33 Domination Maddox
Snorting, I scrolled through the ongoing text chain in our high school group chat, where Ash was currently spamming random questions to keep himself awake on a flight to Singapore. With the time difference, he needed to fight off sleep or risk crashing hard, and it seemed like everyone was hopping on to help. His latest question had me brainstorming... and shit.
"Soph." I glanced up, elbows propped on the counter. "Which fictional character do you think I'd be if we were in a fictional world?"
I was out of answers, because let's be real—there was no character quite like me. I was a league of my own.
Sophia's manicured fingers froze over her keyboard, hovering, before her devastatingly gorgeous eyes flicked up to mine, curiosity swimming in their crystal blue depths. The color was so sharp, so clear, I swore I could feel the pressure of drowning in them, pulling me under and making me want to sink further.
"Is that an actual question?" she asked, brows knitting in amusement. "Don't you have work to do, Mr. COO?"
God, I was so in love with her that even her voice had the power to smooth out the constant pressure I lived in.
And honestly? I'd much rather lounge carelessly on her counter than be anywhere else. Most of my job revolved around people-pleasing, signing endless contracts, and pretending to care about things I had zero fucks to give about. Truthfully, I'd rather be buried in code all day, working on the software project Ethan and I had going—his reports were currently pulled up on my laptop beside me. Could I do this in my office? Sure. But then I wouldn't get to look down at Sophia every few seconds and feel my heart fucking combust just from existing near her. I wouldn't get to soak in the way she looked at me, how her sharp tongue made me grin, how her presence alone made my breath feel real.
And I sure as hell wouldn't get to stare at this stunning, infuriatingly sexy woman while she pretended not to notice.
Who the hell would trade that up for a boring office? A fool. And I am no fool.
"Yes, besides the point." I waved a hand, dragging us back to what was important. "If you had to describe me as a fictional character, which would you choose?"
Sophia leaned back in her seat, grabbing the disgusting green drink she insisted on ordering again, and took a slow sip before answering. "Tinker Bell."
The fairy? Excuse me. I blinked at her, utterly offended. "Tinker Bell?" I repeated slowly, like I was trying to make sense of some cruel joke. "Why the fuck am I a tiny, girly fairy?"
Her lips twitched. "Tinker Bell."
I stared at her, waiting for her to take it back, but she only smirked, offering me her drink. I waved it off like the toxic sludge it was. "You asked, Maddox. You can't get pouty over my answer."
