BASTARD IN A SUIT のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

MEREDITH'S POV Over the past two days, I neither saw nor spoke to Max. My eyes had been swollen non-stop since I couldn't stop crying. How could he say those disgusting things to me? I sniffled while pulling the duvet up to my neck and snuggling in the bed. I was moments from passing out again when the door shoved inwards and the nosy Miss Dunbar came waltzing in. The first thing she did was to pull the curtains open and letting the bright morning light filter in. "It's a beautiful day, Meredith," she said in a cheery voice. She laid a tray with a bowl of soup on it on the table in the corner. "Drink up. You haven't left this bed in two days," she sighed. "Thanks for your concern, but I'm not hungry." Just then, my gut revealed itself with a horrible rumble. I struggled to find the right description for the god awful sound. "You have to eat. The master commanded me to make sure you eat something today. He said I should tell you he's coming back at 3, and he wants to take y

MEREDITH'S POVMax's personality was giving me a damn whiplash. One minute he was hot, the next minute he was cold like that Katy Perry song. He had been so brooding and frigid with me lately, only to show me that gentle and sweet side in the car. The side I made love to and fell for that night in Vegas. I rolled my eyes as I picked up the lingerie that was hung on a rack. I was tired and hungry. We'd been to every expensive store on the boulevard. Max must have spent a million dollars getting me a completely new wardrobe. Plus, I wasn't complaining about the jewellery, handbags, and shoes. But this was preposterous if he thought I would ever wear this thing in my hands. "What the hell is this?" I asked, lifting the outfit to my face so I could scrutinize it some more. Could this really be called an outfit, though? "That's one of the pieces Mr. McTavish chose for you ma'am," the assistant stated. I mean, I loved the dresses he selected for me, along with the skirt suits, pants, top

MEREDITH'S POVI couldn't breathe because Max was right behind me; his body pressed tightly on mine and there was absolutely no mistaking his rock-hard erection squeezed up against my ass. He really didn't like me telling him no, but if this were the reaction I would get whenever I turned him down, then I think 'no' was now my favourite word. "What do you mean no?" He snapped. "I'm not fucking with you this time, Meredith. I said turn around so I can look at you." He sank more of his weight against me and I yelped in surprise. How could one man have so much length and girth? I was pushing back into him without realizing it when I heard him groan from behind me. "If you keep wiggling your ass like that, we are going to have a very different conversation."I knew what he was referring to. I also knew he completely understood I wasn't even remotely close to being ready for a serious discussion about that topic, much less to take part in that event. I knew he was bluffing. "Fuck, you ha

MEREDITH'S POVIt was some minutes after 5 in the morning and the throbbing between my legs woke me up. I was sore, but the pain was worth it. Max was really a stallion in the sack. I stretched my limbs and then checked my phone for any missed calls. "That's strange," I muttered to myself. I probably left around a hundred missed calls, voice notes, and text messages on Brenda's phone last night. Now I woke up, and I was still left on unread. I got no callbacks or texts answering any of my messages. "That's it," I said in a worrying tone. I propped myself up in bed and called her number. Two rings and she answered. "Hello," she spoke in a whisper. “Thank goodness. I have been trying to reach you since last night. Are you alright?”"Yes, I am," she whispered. I asked, “Why are you whispering?” and then it dawned on me. "Paxton spent the night!" I yelped."Shh," she hushed me. I heard her stumbling, likely attempting to leave the bedroom so she could speak more openly. "Am I right?

MAXIMILIAN'S POVI stood there staring at her while she looked at me with a sly smile. She had a bag pack slung over one shoulder. She opened her mouth to answer me but was interrupted when Meredith strolled past me and up to her. "Blake," Meredith called her name. "What are you doing here?""It's a long story," Blake answered. "But I can tell you guys when we're on the plane.""Wait! You're coming with us?" Meredith squealed. "Yes, I am."I grunted, she must be the daughter of my father's business associate. Why did it have to be her? Life was fucked up sometimes. "Let's go then, we're running a little behind," I groaned. I headed on the craft, gritting my teeth and clenching my fists. This was gonna be the longest six hours of my life.******An hour in, Blake and Meredith couldn't stop talking. It was like they'd known each other forever. I felt awkward like I was the third wheel, and I didn't like feeling that way. This was my jet. They were my guests, and I'd be damned if I wa