With that he ended the call, and I was left staring at the phone in my hand in shock until I felt a surge of hatred and anger begin in my belly at the way I was being treated by these two men. God, how I wished I had money and I did not need them at all.
I dialed Maxim’s number and waited, but he did not pick up. I tried again and again, and near smashed the phone against the wall with frustration when Britney came into the bathroom fully dressed, and holding her duffel bag that we had quickly brought along with us.
“You ready?” I asked.
She nodded and I led her out of the bathroom. I dialed Maxim’s number again and when I still couldn’t reach him, I called Bianca.
“Can you help me reach Levan or Maxim?” I asked. “It’s urgent.”
“Sure,” she said, “I’ll call Levan immediately.”
She ended the call and a few minutes later, Levan called me back.
I told him what I needed for Britney and the request was instantly granted.
“But, Freya,” he said to me, “I can only allow them to take Britney. Maxim is solely in charge of you. I can’t allow you to leave until he returns and gives his personal approval.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “What? When did I lose all power over myself and become Maxim’s prisoner?”
“Stop being childish, Freya. You are there as much for your own protection as his,” Levan said. “If anything happens to you, your father will not stop until we’re all six feet in the ground.”
With a furious sigh, and with the need for Britney to be on her way as soon as possible, I agreed. “Please tell your men to please protect her in every way they can. She is very, very precious to me,” I begged.
Chapter Forty
Maxim
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I came home to find her drunk… as a skunk in a beer barrel.
She was waiting on the stairs for me, and I noted the almost empty $58,000 bottle of Dalmore Highland Malt Scotch clutched in her hand. Well, at least she had taste.
I’d had one of the worst days, and I wasn’t looking forward to a tantrum from her tonight.
Pretending not to see her, I shut the door behind me and began to walk down the foyer towards my study.
“Maxim,” she yelled out, but I didn’t stop. I kept walking. Taking my phone from my pocket I was about to call Mariah to take care of her when she began to race towards me. For someone that inebriated she could move fast.
It was only instinct that caused me to turn my head and catch the glint of glass from the corner of my eye. I swerved just in time, and saved a nasty bump on my head. The bottle smashed against the wall, spilling its precious liquid and flinging sharp shards all over the place.
I looked at the disaster, my brows furrowed, then turned impatiently towards her. She really was too much.
“You’re fucking ruining my life,” she screamed as she flew towards me. “And that’s what you always do. You fucking ruin everything for everybody.”
She attacked me like a small but feral cat, nails extended, fur flying, teeth bared, legs kicking. I caught her clawed hands, but she only got even more crazed. I shook her to bring some sense back into her. When she threw her head backwards to try and somehow head butt my chest, I saw her reddened, swollen eyes. They were swimming with tears, and her cheeks were wet.
I knew what had happened. She had lost her friend and partner, but I’d assumed it was a temporary separation, and not too big a deal, but perhaps it was more serious than I’d thought.
I sighed. “Freya,” I called and she struggled to pull her hands out of my grip.
“Let me go! Let me fucking go, you animal!”
I let her go and she fell to the floor, landing on her ass.
“Ow …” she cried.
It made my heart hurt to see her like that.
“Fuck,” she cursed, her hands flailing around on the floor.
My heart lurched when I saw the broken glass pieces that surrounded her. She was going to fucking hurt herself. I went to her, but at my approach she immediately began to try to scramble up to her feet. I caught her in my arms and despite her swearing and thrashing, threw her over my shoulder and moved her away from the hazardous glass shards on the lounge floor.
I set her on her feet a distance away, and of course, she proceeded to attack me. Tonight she was out for blood. She fought with me with the techniques she’d been taught from her father’s best fighters and they were not a joke. She was too drunk to even stand properly, but she was more than a handful. Even though she was small, she had the technique and strength of some of the better men I’d combatted with. While that was impressive it was time to end the skirmish.
I tripped her up, caught her falling body, and slammed her against the wall. The breath was knocked out of her and I hoped it would cause just enough pain to calm down, but when that didn’t do a blind bit of good, I slammed my body against her and imprisoned her tightly against the wall.
She was heaving and panting, but so was I, our chests rising and falling to meet the rhythm of our breathing,
“Let me go!” she gasped.
“Freya,” I said. “You need to calm down or else you’re going to hurt yourself.”
“You’re the one who’s hurting me,” she shouted, and the tears began rolling down her eyes.
I stilled.
“Do you know how fucking hard it is?” she asked, her voice breaking. “Do you know how fucking hard it has been? I wanted a different life. My own life.” She sobbed. “I was all alone, but I found help, and you took it away. How the fuck am I supposed to keep going now?”
I couldn’t speak. Her pain did something strange to me. It wrenched my heart.
Suddenly she began to laugh bitterly. “You offered me money earlier,” she said. “That’s more than enough for a looooong while.” She leaned forward to whisper into my ear. “I’d rather take that than a dime from my father. I will never let him own me.”
“I have another secret,” she said and then leaned so close, her lips touched the side of my neck. I felt my cock harden when she whispered against my skin. “I’m going to enjoy earning that money from you. A million you said? You can fuck me in every way that you want, Maxim Ivanov. I’ll enjoy it because… even though I hate you… hate you so much... for some reason… I want to fuck you so bad my pussy is throbbing for you. I’ll make sure I get as much out of this sick need as I can. While you’ll get nothing more than a memory that you will never have the chance to relive again.”
I looked at her twisted face, and felt such hurt for this woman before me. She appeared so strong to the world, but was so fragile. If only she knew that nothing she could request from me would be worth more than having her… even if I would only get to experience it once. I would near do anything for it.
Before I could stop myself, I moved and crushed my lips to hers… and I was lost.
I was already painfully aroused from our tussle, but as I drew her taste into my mouth, I felt everything inside of me begin to unravel.
She fought me, her teeth biting down on my lips. I felt pain and tasted blood, but I couldn’t stop.