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
Staring out into New York City, I wondered if setting myself on fire then throwing myself out of this window will cure the boredom from this PR meeting. You'd think it'd be a short meeting considering it had to do with my relationship with Sophia being leaked, and how much can one person have to say about that. But I've been proven wrong, because Caleb, our PR advisor, hasn't shut up for the past thirty minutes. And I mean constantly chattering about how it affects the company, what we can do to minimize the risk, and what we should expect to see in the following weeks.
Yes, it's all important. But so fucken boring.
All that matters to me is that my relationship is solid and healthy.
But you know who's not bored? Sophia. She's been nodding along, listening to this idiot go on and on as if he's telling her how to survive the end of the world. For fucks sake... it's the media. Throw your middle fingers up and give them nothing. How hard is that?
"Do you understand, Mr. Vallero?"
You know what? Because I have to suffer through this bullshit meeting, I'm rewarding myself with a —-
"Maddox."
Thoughts fading, my attention settled on Sophia, who sat at the conference room table, hands crossed in front of her, and an intense expression pinned on me. I've never experienced the feeling of someone's stare being able to form a low buzz under my skin, getting me to sweat a bit, but Sophia... she can do it. And you add in that tan dress which hugs her entire figure, square cut neckline, and is short enough for me to slide my hands up and reach her pussy... and I flat line. Oh, and yes, I learned what a square cut neckline was this morning when my hands were roaming her body. "That's me." I grinned back at her.
Her expression hooded, unimpressed by my lack of attention. "Did you hear anything Caleb said?"
I pushed my body away from the window seal I was leaning on. "Yes, Soph, I heard most of it. I heard how we're supposed to respond to questions. I heard how we're supposed to act in order to keep the company standing in good light, and I heard what exactly people are going to say about us." I answered, coming to lean on the side of the table. Sitting sounded like a mistake waiting to happen. I'm taking the pills, but I still have bad days. Today is one of them.
Sophia sighed, signaling for Caleb to keep going, while giving me a narrowed look that said she's seeing through my bullshit. I responded with my usual grin that caused her to press her lips together, trying to hide the fact that I can turn her to mush with a wink. I adored that. Loved that I can bring a woman of her virtue to her knees, not that I ever would. I've learned I love to be the one of my knees in front of her. Something about the mighty look on her face has me coming undone.
We got back from our weekend trip just four days ago, and already the media presence has doubled as if we're running from the White House or something. Jez, what's so fucken interesting about who I'm dating? But because of that Sophia's been more anxious, trying to control the situation with no ability to. Joel formulated a plan for our days, when and how Jax's is brought in the building, along with protection if he leaves. He also formed a team specifically for Sophia under my request, which she doesn't like, but uses because of our current situation. With time it'll calm, the news will become old, and we'll be able to lessen the protection detail.
