Well, that spark went out too quickly ☹️ But Maverick is just upset. Hopefully, he’ll come around, but you have to keep reading to find out xx😘
MAVERICK Iris wasn’t looking at me anymore as she replied. “Okay.” Her eyes were downcast, and something intense pulled at my chest, I hated the fact that I was making her feel like this.I’d expected her to argue, to fight like she always did. But she didn't. She just accepted it.And I hated that more than anything.But this had to be done. I didn’t want to do it, but it was very necessary.I couldn’t let emotions distract us from our goal, and Iris…She was a distraction.I exhaled, shoving the feeling down. I reached for her hand, gripping it in mine as I said, “Let’s go.”The walk back to the party was silent. Too silent.I could feel the tension radiating off her, but I didn't say anything. I couldn’t. I was afraid that if I opened my mouth, I would take back everything that I said to her in there. And that would be another mistake.As soon as we stepped back into the ballroom, I felt eyes on us. Dwayne’s to be exact. He was sitting with Megan at a corner of the room, watching
IRISI hadn’t spoken to Maverick since last night. I hadn’t even seen him— I made sure not to go downstairs just in case he would be there.But now he was downstairs in the kitchen, making coffee.I stood for a minute, watching his back muscles ripple as he retrieved a mug from the cupboards.That I was upset with him for being an asshole didn't mean I couldn’t admire him. Heaving a sigh, I walked toward the kitchen counter and hopped onto one of the high chairs.He turned around, his expression stoic as he regarded me. “Coffee?”I nodded firmly. “Sure.”Maverick poured a second cup without another word, sliding it across the counter toward me. I took a sip, letting the warmth relax me before finally breaking the silence. “When do we leave?” I asked, referring to the hospital visit.Maverick sighed, shaking his head at me. “Iris, you don’t have to—”“I do,” I snapped, glaring at him. “I have to. Because believe it or not, Sebastian and Eleanor have already planted seeds of doubt in yo
MAVERICK Checking the time on my wristwatch, I strolled into the bar. It smelled like old whiskey and regret. Not exactly the location I would’ve chosen to have this conversation, but it wasn’t my call to make.It was Ryan’s.Seeing him after ten years had been a huge surprise to me, because he was never supposed to come back.But he did. And I knew he wasn’t planning to catch up like old buddies.I sat in the booth near the back, ordering a glass of whiskey while I waited for him to show up. A glass that I wasn’t going to drink.I hadn’t taken a sip of alcohol in over ten years. Ordering it was just a ritual to me, a reminder of who I used to be and who I refused to become again. I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly. I shouldn’t be here. Hell, I should not have even been entertaining this. But, like I said, it wasn’t my call.The chair across from me scraped against the floor, pulling me out of my thoughts.It was Ryan.He was just as I remembered, only a little more grow
IRIS ‘Secrets have a way of coming out, don’t they?’ ‘You should tell him before he finds out himself. It’ll hurt less that way. Hope tonight goes well for you.’ My hands were shaking, my heart beating so fast against my ribcage as I stared at the messages that had come in over ten minutes ago. A cold chill ran down my spine and I gripped my phone tightly. Swallowing hard, I tried to focus on the sound of Megan’s voice through my laptop screen. I’d been on a video call with her and Amethyst for over an hour, but I had stopped listening minutes ago. “Iris?” Megan called, her brows furrowing as she finally noticed the expression on my face. “You okay?” I blinked, forcing my expression to be more neutral. “Yeah, I just…” I trailed off, pressing my lips together. I wanted to tell Megan about this but I didn't want her to panic. Now, I was sure of it. Someone out there knew about Amethyst, and that person wanted me to tell Maverick. What would happen if I didn't? “You sure?” She
MAVERICK Iris knew that I could find out whatever secret she was hiding if I wanted to, and yet, she still blatantly lied to my face about it. Telling me no and even taunting me with her response.She was challenging me.The thought was nearly funny to me. It was as if, right now, at this moment, she didn't care about what would happen if I found out. She seemed shaken when I came into her room. She actually looked scared. Terrified was a better word for it.And now, she was pushing her breasts against me as we kissed. Wanting more.I’d say it was a fair trade. One of her rules for one of mine. But this was going to happen on only my terms.She still struggled against my hand that was binding her wrists together. She struggled to get free, but I was going to refuse her that freedom.I wasn’t going to let her touch me.“Maverick,” she whispered against my mouth. “Let me go.”“No,” I replied flatly, capturing her soft lips with mine again. I wasn’t sure I was ever going to get over Ir
IRIS I did as Maverick asked, turning around to face him and dropping down to my knees.Maverick was glaring at me, but his glare was mixed with severe lust. I sat back on my heels, lacing my fingers together, and then I placed them on my lap. “Yes, master,” I said mockingly. I was taunting him, pushing him closer to the edge all because I wanted to see how far he would go. How far he could go.Maverick’s eyes flashed. He turned away from me, moving towards a drawer in a corner of his room. He retrieved something from it, and it was only when he came back to meet me that I saw what was in his hand.Handcuffs. Black furry handcuffs that were designed to fit small wrists like mine. My jaw dropped as I gaped at Maverick. “What the hell? Why do you have that?”The thought of him handcuffing me didn't make me scared or anything like that. Instead, it made me even more aroused. I anticipated what Maverick was going to do to me. How he was going to punish me like the lying, bad girl I was
IRIS “Shit,” Maverick cursed once he realized. “Iris.” I turned around so I was laying on my back. Maverick was staring at me with an expression I couldn’t decipher. He ran a hand through his hair, his chest rising and falling slowly. “It’s okay,” I assured him, sitting up. “I have an IUD.” He regarded me carefully for a few seconds before he nodded. “Okay.” And then he turned around without another word, heading towards the bathroom. I sat there on Maverick’s bed thinking about what we had just done and what was going to happen now. We’d both needed some kind of escape from reality, and we both made a reckless decision. But now it was all over, and I didn't know what Maverick was planning to do, but I had an idea. He was definitely going to look into me now. Maybe I should have just told him about Amethyst. But even as I sat there, I couldn’t work up the courage to open my mouth and tell him. Maybe it was better for him to find out by himself. I contemplated leaving, but b
IRIS Maverick was dripping wet from head to toe. He must have gone for a run.A run to clear his fucking head while I sat in his room crying and contemplating.He wanted to know the truth? I was going to tell him the truth.Just not about Amethyst.I took a deep breath. “Have you ever kept a secret just so you could protect someone?”Maverick exhaled sharply, running a hand through a damp hair. “Iris, we can—”“Just answer the question, Maverick.” I crossed my arms over my chest, walking toward him. “Have you ever kept a secret just so you could protect someone?” I repeated slowly.His jaw was tense as he nodded slightly. “Yeah, I have. What does that have to do with anything?”I shrugged, not taking my eyes off him. “It has everything to do with this, Maverick. Because while I can’t tell you my secret, I can tell you something about me in exchange for it.” I paused. “I’ll tell you something about my past.”This was stupid. I was breaking my own rules all by myself. But sometimes, to
IRIS I froze in my seat.Stay?What the hell did he mean by “Stay?”The baker smiled politely. “Oh, of course, I can stay,” she said. She was completely unaware that Maverick had just issued a threat disguised as a request.“Oh, you don’t have to—” I started to say, but she cut me off.“Please. I’m usually nervous about watching my clients taste my cake, but I don’t mind being here as long as it’s what you want.”My eyes were wide as I stared at Maverick, and he had a smirk on his face. His stormy eyes twinkled with mischief.And the remote was completely out of sight.“It is,” he said curtly, his gaze pinned on me sharply, daring me to disagree.That wasn’t going to happen.“Okay, sure,” she replied, tucking her hair behind her ears nervously. “I’ll just… stand back and talk you through the flavors while you try them.”Maverick’s expression was unreadable as he reached for a mini red velvet cake from the platter. He stabbed it with his fork, holding it out to me.“Open,” he murmured
IRIS It wasn’t long before I was ready. I had on a lilac-colored sundress—yes, I picked it on purpose—and tied my hair up in a messy bun, letting a few stray curls dangling near my face.Maverick was already in the car when I slid into the passenger seat.He turned to look at me, his look appraising as he regarded my form.“You’re playing a dangerous game, Angel,” he said huskily, his gaze trained on my cleavage.I couldn’t help it—I stuck my chest out a little more, and Maverick’s jaw twitched.“When am I not?” I replied sassily, biting on my bottom lip.He looked away from me, tapped his fingers on the steering wheel once. Twice. Thrice.And when he looked back at me, there was anger swirling in his eyes. Anger and something else.Desire.“Let me make something clear to you, Iris,” he said in a deadly tone. I let out a soft gasp.He continued. “This doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven you for what you did. I haven’t.”Maverick shook his head slowly even as my heart sank. “I don’t know if I’
IRIS The first thing I perceived the moment I opened my door was the smell of pancakes. It wafted up the stairs and filled the entire corridor.I was a little shocked, because yesterday, Tania had said she wouldn't be coming in early, so all I knew was that I was going to be the one to make breakfast this morning.But the moment I went down the stairs, I got my answers.Maverick was in the kitchen, his back turned, muscles flexing as he worked on the stove.First of all, he was supposed to be at work. Second of all…Wow.But I wasn't the only one staring at him in admiration. Chelsea sat at the counter, engaging him in a conversation while looking at him like he created the damn world.And Amethyst…She sat in her high chair, smiling up at Maverick whenever he turned to look at her.Something lodged itself deep in my throat, and my vision turned cloudy. I wasn’t prepared to see Maverick being a dad.But here he was. And his daughter adored him.I wasn’t sure how long I stood there,
MAVERICK Iris was going to kill me.She was going to murder me without hesitation and bury me six feet under. “Fucking hell, Iris,” I gritted out, my eyes focusing on her wet pussy that was spread in front of me.“You’re so fucking needy. You’re a needy little slut, aren’t you?”My insults never got to her. Iris would never admit it, but she had a degradation kink. She was a proud, feisty woman, but when she wanted me, she was willing to push all that aside and submit to me in whatever way.And I fucking loved that about her.But right now, she was testing my limits, dangling bait in front of me.And I was a fish willing to catch that bait.Iris stuck her tongue out to lick her lips, nodding desperately. “I need you, Maverick. Whatever you want to do, just… give me something. Anything.”I stood quietly for a full minute, just watching Iris’s legs open and close. She was restless, aroused. I knew that if I touched her pink pussy, I would find it soaking wet.But I wasn’t going to tou
IRIS I had no idea what I was doing. No idea why I was doing it. No idea why I couldn’t help it.But when I saw Maverick watching me quietly through the small opening, I wanted to tease him.To make him want me.And I knew I didn’t have the right to do that. Not anymore.But all I’d done was ask him if he was coming. It was left for him to say yes or no.But as I stepped into the rainfall shower enclosure, I couldn’t help but wonder whether he would actually take the bait.I turned on the shower, sighing when the warm water sprayed down on my body.I released my hair from its bun, letting it fall over my shoulder and tossing the hair tie aside. And then I let the water do its work.I was anxious. It had been a little over five minutes and Maverick still hadn’t come in.Disappointment wrapped itself around me like a cold blanket.I guess… he didn’t want me.But what was that look I’d seen in his eyes then if it wasn’t desire? If it wasn't—The sound of the door to the enclosure slid o
MAVERICKI could’ve pushed her away from me. But I didn’t.I let Layla wrap her hands around my neck. Let her scent cloud my senses.She always used to smell like jasmine, and now?Now, it was no different.Layla was seated on my lap, a small smirk on her face as one hand left the back of my neck to trail down my chest.“Get off me,” I muttered.She didn't. Not that I was even expecting her to.“Why?” she whispered, leaning in close. “You didn’t used to mind. “You used to beg for it. For me to sit on your lap…” Layla ground her hips against my lap. “For me to ride you.”Her lips grazed my ear as she leaned in even closer. “Does Iris ride you the way I used to?”My nostrils flared. “Don’t say her name.”“With pleasure, baby. I don’t even like her. I just want you.”I placed my hand on her hips, starting to push her away, but I paused when her teeth grazed my earlobe.Not because I was aroused, but because a thought struck me. If I hadn’t broken up with Layla that faithful night, maybe
MAVERICK ‘Why the fuck am I doing this?’ I muttered to myself as I walked through the doors of a bar downtown. Inside was nearly empty, save for the owner of the bar, who had let me in.Just like she said it would be.I took a seat at a booth in the corner, checking the time on my wristwatch. She was running late.Not that I expected anything other than that.“Would you like anything, sir?” The owner, a tall, bald man asked as he walked up to me. I shook my head firmly. “No, I’m just here to meet someone.”“I’m aware of that,” he replied with a smirk.He walked away before I could say anything else. Good. Because I wasn’t here to strike up a conversation with anyone but her.I didn’t have to wait long, though, because it wasn’t up to a minute later when she stepped into the bar, silky dress hugging her body, her heels clicking against the floor as she strutted toward me with a smirk on her face.“You’re late,” I said curtly, keeping my tone blunt and formal.“Well, I’m here, aren’t
IRIS The moment the door shut behind Dwayne, everything settled into silence. There was an uncomfortable level of quietness between Maverick and me as he stared at the door, and I stared at him.Dwayne had gone off to do god-knows-what, and he and Maverick had gotten into a fight.I’d never seen them like that with each other. Ever.Maybe that was what emotions did to people. To men like Maverick and Dwayne, emotions were destructive.My gaze dropped to Maverick’s split lip. He may have succeeded in leaving a mark on Dwayne, but Dwayne got him good too.I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to keep the words from falling out of my mouth, but I couldn't help it. “Your lip is bleeding,” I stated, gesturing with my pointer finger to his mouth.Maverick’s eyes met mine, and he stuck his tongue out slightly, licking the blood off his bottom lip.“I’m fine,” he muttered, turning away from me.“No, you’re not,” I said softly. “You were just in a fight with your best friend, Maverick. Nothing
IRIS Dwayne looked pissed as Maverick let him into the house. “What’s going on?” Maverick asked, looking between me and Dwayne. I would’ve said I didn’t know, but judging from the look on Dwayne’s face, I had an idea of what he was doing here. “Megan is keeping something from me,” Dwayne said, “And my gut tells me you know what it is.” He took a few steps closer to me. “So why don’t you be a darling and tell me what I want to know?” I shook my head. “Dwayne, I don’t—” “What the fuck is going on?” came Maverick’s voice, cutting me short. He stepped in front of me, blocking my view of Dwayne and his view of me. “Mav—” I couldn’t see Maverick’s face, but I watched the way his back tensed as Dwayne grew increasingly impatient. “Fuck, no,” Maverick snapped. “You come into my house, questioning my fiance about something I don’t know about. And you didn't even think to come through me?” I swallowed thickly. I didn’t want to see this as Maverick defending me, but I couldn’t help i