The New Butler

Chapter Eight

Max angrily grabs my arm and drags me back inside his office, he slams the door shut and makes sure to lock it. "Would you stop making such a scene in front of others!" He shouts at me.

I roll my eyes at him, "I want her gone! I want her out of this building!" I shout back at him. Max smirks at me and slowly shakes his head. Who does he think he is to do this to me?

"I'm not sleeping around with her, would you stop thinking so lowly of me" Max looks at me and I see hurt in his eyes. The only thing is, that I don't know if it's real or fake.

"You're sleeping with her, stop lying" I hiss. "I'm not, but think what you want. I just wanted to take you out today, I want to fix things in between us" my eyes widen in surprise. He wants to fix things with me? I never once in a million years expected him, Max out of anyone to say that.

"You're lying, you're saying that because you think I'll divorce you" I whisper. Max sighs, "stop saying that, we both know that you aren't going to divorce me. We got married for a reason, let's keep it that way" Max takes a step towards me.

He grabs me by the shoulders and pulls me towards him, my chest touches his. His eyes feel so intense as they look down into mine. It's like they're hiding a secret.

"Max" I whisper in question, my heart calls out to him. It calls out to have my old Max back, the Max that I fell in love with. The Max that I use to know.

His lips gaze over mine, the sparks that I use to feel from him aren't there. My heart calls out to him but his touch isn't something that I want. His touch feels different, it feels new to me. It feels as if a stranger is touching me.

I pull myself away from him with confusion. I don't know what's going on, why I feel that way when I know I love Max. "Why did you pull yourself away from me?" I turn around to not face him as I hug myself. "Because you're lying, you're trying to fool me into thinking that what you're saying is the truth when it isn't. I know you're sleeping with her, just like you sleep around with the maid and that woman from the mall"

I face Max to see him with his eye cast down on the floor, he seems to be lost in his own thoughts as he thinks about what I just said. "Fire her and take me back home"

*

The ride home is silent without a word being said, the tension in this car feels thick and heavy. Max hasn't even glanced my way and I'm thankful that he hasn't. He fired his secretary in front of me and it did make me feel a little bit better.

As soon as he parks the car outside our house, I get out without saying a word. I head straight inside. I walk towards the stairs, when I pull my head up I'm met with the butler who's coming down the stairs.

I stop walking when he smiles down at me, his blue eyes meet mine. I don't return his smile, but for some reason seeing him smile takes away some of the stress that I have about Max.

For some reason I feel like talking to the butler and to tell him what happened, I feel as if I want to be in his arms and cry my eyes out again his chest. "Athalia" I turn my head to see Max standing by the front door, "we need to talk" he tells me.

I don't want to talk, not now or ever. I don't want to talk to Max, but I have to listen to what he has to say. I take a quick glance at the butler who's eyes never left me before following Max into his office.

I close the office door behind me, Max walks behind his desk, he sits down and looks up at me. "I want to apologize for the things that I've done. I've thought well about it and I think it's best that we work on our marriage" I didn't expect him to tell me this, I didn't expect him to want to work on our marriage.

Hearing Max say this would have had me crying in tears of joy, but instead I stand there without saying a word back to him. Not being able to feel the sparks that I use to feel for him confused me in ways that I have never ever been confused in.

Maybe it was a mistake? Maybe the sparks were there and I just didn't feel them. I fake a smile, "I think we should work on our marriage too" I tell him. This could be my one and only chance at working things out with him. This could be a fresh start to both our life's together.

Max stands and walks towards me with a toothy smile across his lips. His eyes show me joy and happiness. "Now, would you let me kiss you?" I quickly nod, I want the sparks to be there. I want to feel the connection that I use to have with my husband so desperately.

Max carefully grips my chin, he pulls my head up so that it meets his. Our lips connect in a kiss, the sparks seems no where to be found. I wrap my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, there's lust and my love for him but it feels different from how it use to feel.

There's something missing, I pull away from him. Max looks at me with a bit of confusion on his face. "Are you upset about the maid?" I look up at him, I wasn't even thinking about the maid. "I'll go fire her, I'll get rid of her. I want us to start new. I want us to work this out and forget about the past" he opens the door and leaves.

The past? How can I forget our past. The past will always be on my shoulders, it was something that I wish hadn't happen, but it did. There isn't a day that goes by that my mind doesn't go back to the day that our son died.