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
The days were drifting one by one, and before I knew it New York was covered in white frosty snow and Christmas was only two weeks away. Typing an email up, I felt good about having all my Christmas gifts already bought. Jax sent his list to Santa weeks ago. And Maddox was less of a challenge than I expected him to be. But that also might be because he's a walking Christmas list. Anything and everything he see that interests him he will talk about it for hours. The amount of passion that he carries in his body is unworldly. I've come to realize that Maddox struggles with finding a balance between all of which angers him, and the good things he misses in front of him. So, I've made it my mission to help with that. Every morning, before anything else, I have him name three things he's grateful for that morning, or things he's just enjoying at that moment. He always starts with Jax and I, but that third one is always random. It can be something meaningful, or as unserious as the bowl of cereal he had that morning.
It always uplifts him.
It always gives me a new reason to love him.
Email sent off, I stood from my chair to make my way to the next meeting. Maddox has been in them all morning. With the quarter coming to an end, people are running around to get it shut on a high note. I've hardly seen him today. It's dampened my mood. And he's made it very clear that he's not happy about it either. I've gotten text after text. Speaking of which, I couldn't contain the chuckle that filled me when my phone buzzed in my hand. Adjusting my white turtleneck that I had tucked into these cute white and pink stripped trousers, I opened up my phone and clicked on our endless text chain. I was never a texting type of person before. Hated it, actually. That's not the case any longer.
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Grabbing my laptop and notebook, I tucked it under my arm. Walking down the hall, I replied to Maddox, my smile feeling unreal. Maddox was unreal. He was exceptional. I replied with, "Poor baby. I'll be walking down that hall in a few seconds if you catch me."
His response came a lot quicker than I expected.
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