CHAPTER 5

Malia POV

"Having a chatter in the dance hall?" Mr Rowan Sinclair asked, a smug smile on his face. "Come on kids, let's head to the table."

We moved over to the banquet table, and I saw several businessmen and women seated comfortably, each of them dressed in expensive corporate dresses.

The banquet table was carefully designed and covered with a velvet cloth as fresh little flowers partitioned the glasses of pure wine and bowls of fresh strawberries.

I took my seat and felt a sense of nervousness course through me. I had never been among such big dignitaries before.

But Maverick's calming presence melted my burning nerves as I stole glances at him while he took his seat after me. Opposite me was Mum sitting pretty beside her fiance - Mr. Rowan Sinclair, who also took his seat elegantly.

My gaze traveled to Mum's eyes. She was happy and a proud smile escaped the corner of her lips.

Mr. Rowan was the chairperson, and he began, his voice ensuring confidence. "Good evening, everyone; thank you for taking time out from your busy schedules to join us today... We are here to discuss the future of the company but I would like to further welcome some new faces in our midst."

There was an air of silence in the room as he gave his speech but I could notice Maverick also stealing glances at me.

I drew in a nervous breath as I saw his hand stretched out smoothly from under the table.

Is he trying to pass me a note? What is the doing?

His hand soon touched my knee, and I thought he had noticed how nervous I was, and he was only trying to calm me.

But then, he crawled up my Emerald green velvet slowly and gently, his hands alerting all of my insides as I trembled with sinful pleasure.

No! Come on, Maverick. We are in public - a banquet dinner for heaven's sake.

He crawled up through my front slut Andi was already dripping wet as I placed my sweaty palm on his hand, trying to gauge how much more I could take so that I wouldn't create an embarrassing scene.

He slid further, this time reaching my panties, expertly sliding a finger against my cunt. It felt like a knock - he was creating an eruption inside of me.

One more of that gentle finger stroke and I swear I would lose it.

"Uh! Oh!" I moaned silently, ng gaze turning left and right as I hoped no one heard that.

"Mmmm, oooh..."

"Malia, are you okay? Introduce yourself to my associates, will you?" My stepdad's raspy voice made its way to my ears, causing me to shiver into slight composure.

"What?! I should..." I muttered. It was as if I had just come back from a trance. Covering my mouth tightly with my palm, I stormed off the table awkwardly, causing tears to turn all the same time towards me, confused expressions on their faces.

There was darkness covering my eyes as I walked in a zigzag movement; not sure where I was going, but I could hear Maverick say, "Something must have been up with her, let me go check on her."

I felt a hand placed on my waist as I reached the edge of a staircase. It was Maverick.

"What the hell were you doing there?" I queried. "We should be careful about what we do from now on. Do you want your Dad or any of his business associates to catch us like that? Think about how it might affect my Mum."

"Come on my little Barbie doll, swear to me that you were not wet down there?" He teased as we claimed the stairs, "I didn't know you had such a sexy body."

"What are you talking about?" I asked curiously. In truth, I only wanted him to repeat his remark. No one had ever told me that I had a nice body, talk less of being sexy. I was just a normal, forgettable nerd.

"Just shush your little mouth and follow me," he smirked, holding my hand and leading us to an empty hallway. It was so quiet and a little dark.

"No one will see us here," he assured, his lips curved into a smile.

"Are you sure?" I asked, my brows furrowed as I tilted my head left and right. It seemed like a very enclosed space but before I could gather my wits, he pulled me in, savoring my mouth.

I could feel my skin vibrate, and his lust filled my eyes as I took on his edible, full lips. Placing my palm behind his head, I could feel his hair so soft like it was a feather.

He pulled off his tuxedo and jacket in quick succession, dragging me closer by the waist; his hypnotizing scent filled my nostrils as he placed a hand behind me and squeezed my butt cheeks.

"Uhmm, take me baby. I am all yours." I moaned in pleasure as I pulled off my strap, my two plunging melons out in the open as he mouthed them with filthy perfection.

I slid my hand down to his length which was bulging inside his trousers. "Give me all of that, show me how you fuck those filthy bitches, bang me crazy as you did to Sophia on Prom Night. Give it to me, you crazy motherfucker!"

It was as if I had lit a fire inside of him and he turned me behind quickly and aggressively, folding my arms behind my back like a cop cuffing a criminal. "You want a taste of this, don't you? You little doll. I didn't know you had it in you." He smirked, spanking me behind as he pulled off his belt.

Honestly, I didn't know myself. It was my first time, and perhaps I shouldn't be this wild, but...

I heard a sound cut through the silence from the edge of the hallway, jolting me a few steps away from Maverick.

BUSTED!

A male figure from the edge of the hallway stopped there, looking at us, and I swear there was a camera in his hands.

How long has he been standing there?

Did he take camera shots at us?

The figure moved a few steps closer and...

My goodness!

This is about to become very ugly.