The Boss is a Masochist?!?!?

Chapter 35

Dedicated to WeirdOutkast

Maxwell P.O.V.

I charged at Mikey and pushed him to the ground. We both landed with a thud. I punched him in the face and he punched me back. I touched my lip and realized that it was bleeding. This bitch did not just cut my lip. I punched him again and again. He tried to hit back, and he even got a few hits in.

"So you think that I'm just gonna sit to the side while you touch my man? You must got no sense in that fucking head of yours".

He pushed me off of him and now he was on top of me. Mikey punched me and spit on me. THAT WAS THE LAST FUCKING STRAW. I grabbed his arms and threw him to the side. I stood up and while he was on the floor groaning, I kicked him then spit on him. I was about to kick again, but James and Thomas grabbed me as Dolton pulled Mikey to him.

James had let go so that it was only Thomas holding me. "Calm down Maxwell".

I glared at him and stepped on his foot hard. He hissed and his arms loosened. I got out of his hold and slapped him. "Fuck you Thomas!".

I stormed to the door and then turned around. "I would say it was a pleasure to meet all of you, but it wasn't. Thomas you can sleep by yourself tonight".

I slammed the door behind me and found my way to the bar. "What can I get you sir?"

"Just give me a bottle of your strongest alcohol. I'll pay in cash".

"Yes sir".

A guy came next to me and was looking at me like I was a piece of meat. "Hey there sexy, how bout coming home with me for the night?"

I scoffed. "Fuck off, I'm not interested".

He came closer to me. "Why don't you watch your mouth when talking to a dominant".

I glared at him. "Why don't you get a mint before speaking so close to me?"

He was about to say something, but I heard Thomas. "MAXWELL!!".

The bartender came back at that time and handed me the bottle. "That's 273 sir".

I gave him 280 then practically ran out the club. I had to wait a few minutes for the guy to bring my car around though. When he did, I tipped him and then left that place. This is the worst fucking day. Why didn't Thomas push him away right away? Why would he allow me to come knowing that his fucking EX would be there? I parked the car at the side of the road for a bit then beat on the steering wheel repeatedly.

My arms were red and probably bruised. I rested my head on the steering wheel. After a few deep breaths, I started driving home.

*****

Once I was home, I took my duffel bag and started packing suits and underwear. I also packed my toothbrush, my hair stuff, and my deodorant. I closed my bag then left. I got in my car and threw my bag in the back seat with the alcohol. I had started to drive.

Once I reached my destination, I took my bottle and my bag and went to the door. I rang the doorbell repeatedly. I heard heavy footsteps and then I heard a loud voice.

"WHO IS RINGING MY BELL DOWN THIS LATE?!?!?!!?"

"It's Maxwell".

The door swung open and Henry was leaning on the door frame. "What are you doing here?"

I pushed pass him and went into his place. "I need a place to stay and then I remembered you. I may be here for a day or two or three maybe".

He sighed and closed his door. "What happened this time?"

I ignored him. "Do you have a first aid kit?".

He went to the bathroom and came back with a white box. "Here."

I took it and then went to the bathroom to see how bad my face looks. It wasn't too bad since I was the one doing most of the hitting. I started cleaning my face and Henry was just looking at me.

"You're not gonna tell me I'm guessing. Fine. Tell me when you're ready".

I sighed. "After I take a shower, I'll tell you what happened".

He tossed me a towel. "Okay, I'll be waiting Max".

I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror.

"Master Thomas doesn't like disobedient submissives"

I glared at my reflection and punched the mirror. Time to take a shower.

Thomas P.O.V.

I watched as Maxwell sped off in his car. Fuck. I stormed back into the club and to the backroom. When I got back to the room, Dolton was cleaning off Mikey's face and Kyle was in James' lap. When Mikey kissed me, I didn't even know what was happening at first. When I came to my senses, I pushed him away. I didn't kiss him back and I am super pissed that he did that.

I've seen Maxwell get into a few fight, but nothing like this. He completely lost control.

I started pacing. "What made you think that was a good idea Mikey? HUH?!?!? Because YOU just ruined my relationship. If Maxwell breaks up with me, Maxwell's punches will feel like feathers compared to what I'm gonna do to you".

He looked frightened. "I was supposed to fucking propose and now this happens! What was going through your fucking mind?!?!"

Mikey went closer to Dolton. "I didn't expect him to get that angry. I thought he would be more meek since usually you don't like ones with a lot of fight in them".

I glared at him. "You assumed based on my relationship with you. Maxwell is different. He is not you! What the fuck do I do now?!?".

I sat back on the seat and put my head in my hands. What the hell do I do now?

"Go home Thomas. You need to work things out with your boyfriend".

I got up and left the room. Please Maxwell, let me explain. Please don't leave me.

****

I arrived home and no lights were on. "Maxwell?"

I searched the house calling out to him, but he wasn't here. I ran to our room and checked if his clothes were still there. His clothes were still there, but some were missing. I sniffled and then went to the bed. I took his pillow and squeezed it.

A few tears went down my cheek. "I'm sorry Maxwell, it was all my fault".

The house was so quiet and the bed was so cold. I curled up around his pillow and cried myself to sleep. It is all my fault.