Conquering Max

The sound of my phone ringing stirs me from my sleep. Who is calling me? I wonder. I am sure I told Ryan my PA not to disturb me unless it was urgent. I growl annoyed, eyes still close, I reach over to grab it but I grab a handful of hard muscle. I open my eyes slowly to adjust to the morning light.There, still sprawled out in my bed, is last night’s conquest. The phone rings again, pulling my attention from the hottie in my bed. I’ll deal with him soon. I stretch and grab my robe, about to grab my phone, when it stops ringing. I expect it to ring again, but it does not. Maybe the call wasn’t important. Oh, well, time to deal with this one. I smile as I glance at the piece of ass still laying on my bed. He was a good lay. It’s a shame I won’t see him again. I contemplate if I should wake him, maybe get round two before I never see him again. I smile, opening my robe. I walk over to him, straddle him, and kiss him on his lips. He doesn’t respond at first, but as he awakens, the kiss d

HunterShe sits before me typing away, pretending not to notice my presence, but I’ll be damned if I leave. This is our usual dance. I demand she clean up her behavior or get ousted as C.E.O., but she always seems to be one step ahead of me. She tilts her head up, eyes settling back on me as she has just realized I’m still here. It’s been thirty minutes since she tried to dismiss me.“Why are you still here?”“Our conversation isn’t over.”“What more could you possibly want to discuss? I am not settling down. I will have a new man in my bed every night until I grow tired of it.”My chest tightens at her words as I think of the woman I love with another man. Hell, I don’t have to think of it. I would certainly see it in the news tomorrow and every day after that. My heart sinks. I don’t know why she lives like this.“What are you afraid of?” I mumble more to myself because no woman would willingly choose to live her life like a rake.“I’m not a cliche Hunt, there is no deep dark secret

HunterI step out of the elevator and make my way to my car. I have my keys and my move is official.“Mr. Abercrombie?” someone calls. I glance to my right and see Kiev. His law firm handles the bulk of our legal issues.“Kiev. It’s good to see you?” I smile and shake his hand.“Likewise, Mr. Abercrombie. I wasn’t aware you lived over this side.” He says.“Just recently moved in. Do you live here? Maybe you can come over for a drink.”“Thanks for the invite. However, I am only here to visit a friend.” He says, giving me one of his slick oily smiles and winks. I guess he is here to see a woman. Not surprising, since he is known to be a rakehell with women. We are not friends, but we do work together well enough when it comes to business matters. The man knows how to get what he wants from people, which makes him very useful.“Oh, is that right?”“Hunter!” Max shouts, interrupting our conversation. I shift slightly as Max approaches us. Shock registered on her face.“Aww, Ms. Swallows.

Max“Hm, hmm, hmmm. Look at you. A drunken mess.” A grating voice breaks through my consciousness. I open my eyes and see my mother standing over me as she looks down disapprovingly.I shift to my right about sitting up, but it makes my brain feel as if it’s slammed against my skull. I settle back down on the bed. Okay, new plan, no moving. I drank too much last night.“Still living a life of debauchery, I see,” Mom says.I look up at the ceiling, wondering who let the devil in on this fine Sunday.“I don’t know, Mom. Are you still spending my money?”She frowns, and she looks down at me.“Do you have a problem with me spending your money? So you want your mother to suffer? I carried you nine months after—”“After my deadbeat father left you to chase other women. I’ve heard the tale many times. I make sure you are comfortable because you sacrificed a lot.”She mumbles something I don’t catch. I sit up in the bed, head throbbing, and stare at her.“Aren’t you happy? You don’t have to w

HunterI walk towards the locker room slowly, still reeling from Max’s words. “Stop kissing me.” I groan. What was I expecting for her to would fall in love with a kiss? It sounds silly when I think of it, but I know that’s what I wanted, for her to realize that she only wants to kiss me for the rest of her life. Wishful thinking on my part. Kissing leads to sex, and that’s what she expects, but I refuse to be another guy she forgets after the moment we’re done. I want her to fall in love with me. How I’ll accomplish this, I don’t know. My thoughts are interrupted by the loud sound of cheers and laughter as I walk into the locker room. They’re reenacting the fight and cracking jokes. I’m the only one who seems bothered at all by it. I frown when I spot James on the other side laughing and make my way over to him.“You’re like her brother. How could you let it get that far?” I growled as I approach him.“Let what get too far? The fight?” He furrows his brows.“Yes, the fight. She could