Maximus' POV of The Lone Dove: #2
Maximus Myers, a treasure to the Queen City High School, his own parents attended and fell in love. His mindset was not a mirror image of his father's, being a businessman was not his main goal when his mother, Anna...
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EPILOGUE: First Christmas
"Maximus, are you going to just stand there, or help me with the decorations?" My golden girl stands atop the ladder, with the new box of Christmas tinsel, along with crystal balls for the grand pine tree that's now smelling out the estate. I sit with the biggest smile on my face, egg nog in my hand as I look up and watch my fiancée flutter and fluster along the tree.
I raise an eyebrow, "You're up there, removing my decorations to rearrange it because you said it didn't pose in an elegant way?" I tell her, or more like remind her, she snaps those emerald eyes at me and gives me her infamous glare.
I sigh in defeat, placing the glass on the table, "Poppy, honey. It looks perfect, I don't understand why you're changing it in the first place." I tell her, helping her down the small ladder, effortlessly placing her on my shoulder as the front doors downstairs opens and the dickhead known as my best friend, shouts.
"THIS PLACE IS FUCKING HUGE!"
I roll my eyes, Poppy huffs, I massage her thigh as she reaches in to grab the last rose red ball with a decorated elf on both sides and runs her other hand through my hair, "A little more to the right, Darling." She says, I do as she instructed, easily when she does her gesture that has me thinking back to the multiple times I've now lost my restraint. One time, we barely even made it to the bedroom.
Our first time practically broke me. I haven't been able to keep my hands off of her since, and now, as Ivan tramples up the staircase with two large boxes of presents in his hands, I hold Poppy tighter. Male pride getting in the way and all.
Diana gives me a glare, "You hid the bloody phone, didn't you? Three weeks, we don't hear a single word from either of you since graduation and now, I've just found out you proposed? PROPOSED!" She stomps her foot, I roll my eyes, turning back to Poppy who hooks the string around the small green spikes before gesturing me to let her down. She wore a silk ruby red business one-suit that had fancy strips around her waist, that revealed her toned waist.
I sigh in defeat, letting her down slowly, "I'm not sorry." I mutter. Holding Poppy close, Andrew and Rosa-belle step around Diana and Trevor, placing a plate of decorated ginger bread cookies on the large ply wooden table.
Poppy leans in against my chest, placing a hand over my shirt, I shiver at the coldness, my eyes naturally darken as I cup the side of her hip. My eyes flash to feeling the bare, tantalising smooth skin when I memorised every waking detail of her. Three weeks since we were in that tent, sharing our very first time, afterwards, I was like a male newly mated, we never left the house and we rarely ever left the bed.
"Oh, Diana. Let up, Maximus wanted a private time to ask me and I do agree with his decision." I raise an eyebrow at her insinuation, the hidden spark in her voice has me smirking wildly, grinning into her hair when I lean into her, the others put two and two together.
