BASTARD IN A SUIT のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

MEREDITH'S POV Max’s kiss left my lips tingling as we were ushered on the property. The sound of the roaring crowd of paparazzi faded as we moved forward. I gazed up at the mansion with fascination. It was a modern-looking building painted in pearl white, which caused the building to glow in the sunlight. It took us fifteen minutes to walk the driveway and reach the house. The cobbled walkway was painted in yellow with pink and white roses lining the edges. My eyes couldn't figure out what was making the windows glisten like that. Diamonds, maybe? My views then moved to the brass-studded door, and written above it in gold and gems were the words; MCTAVISH ESTATES, in bold letters. As we walked up the stone-flagged path to that huge front door, I noticed Blake watching me. "You and Max, huh?" She mouthed, falling into step with me. She took my hand as we strolled along behind Max. Blake had a good few inches on me, so I had to tilt my head to look up at her. She was ver

MEREDITH'S POV"Wait, you're actually going to be sleeping in the same bed as him?" Brenda cried out over the phone. I was in such a rush to get dressed I didn't have time to dry my hair, so all I did was combed it out and put it up in a neat bun. I just couldn't face Max after he mentioned to me about our sleeping arrangements. I ran out of that bedroom faster than a cheetah on steroids before he got out of the shower."Yes, Bren. He said he asked the housemaid to put our things in the same room," I sighed. Then I wondered why someone else brought our things up and not the maid. Anyway, I shook that part out of my mind. "What am I gonna do? I can't sleep with him." I fretted, strolling away from the chaos of the mansion, trying to get to somewhere more quiet. My feet mindlessly led me off the main floor. "Too late for that," Brenda giggled. I rolled my eyes. "This is not funny," I scoffed, roaming the corridors of this gigantic mansion. "If you keep laughing, I won't show you this

MAXIMILIAN'S POV"Meredith, I see you've met the family dog," I clenched my jaw as I spoke. Meredith gasped and I realized she could feel the tension between us, but I wasn't prepared to explain why I was so angry with my younger brother. "Ah, big brother, I was just talking about you with your — lady friend.""She's my girlfriend, and I'd appreciate it if you stayed away from both of us for the rest of our stay here," I told him. He always did this even as a child. He only wanted something only if he knew I had already possessed it. That sadistic smile of his was making me uneasy. I had no intention of talking to him this weekend. My plan was to ignore him like he was invisible, or he didn't exist. But seeing him engaging with Meredith, I had tell him to back off. I didn't care if he was blood. I would break his arm this time if he touched what was mine. "Why? We got along so well when we were alone in the East Wing. Didn't we, sweetheart?" Asher winked at Meredith and I tightened

MAXIMILIAN'S POV I didn't realize that my feet were taking me to the door that led to the pool outside rather than the dining room. I suppose I could spend a few minutes calming down before enduring dinner with Asher and Kimmy. I rested my back against the bar counter, enjoying the refreshing night air. I couldn't get the images of Meredith in that peach silk dress out of my mind. She looked so delicious. She didn't know the extent of her effect on me; the fragrance of her bare skin, with no lotions or perfumes, was one of the finest, most intoxicating smells I've ever inhaled. I felt uncomfortable with Asher trying to bond with her so quickly. I figured he would try to hit on her simply to play games with me. I refused to let that happen. With a sigh, I ran my palms over my face. I quickly came to the conclusion that I wouldn't become any calmer than I was now. That was when I noticed the devil approaching me. Oh, God!! Why me? I would much rather be hit by a bolt of lightning

MEREDITH'S POVI was bored out of my freaking mind sitting at this excessively large table with people who kept staring at me as if I were beneath them. "So Maribel what's your last name?" Mr. McTavish asked while he cut into his bloodied steak. His fork scraping over the crockery made a sound that reminded me of car drawing brakes. "Father, for the last time, her name is Meredith," Max emphasized to his dad while drinking his wine. I shot him the dirtiest look I could muster. I could fight my own battles. "I apologize for that son. I just want to get to know the woman who has stolen my firstborn's heart," Mr. McTavish snickered as he placed a piece of the meat in his mouth. He tossed his head up so he could look over at me. "So your family's name, Meredith." Specks of saliva flew as he spoke my name. Max's dad was smug for a little old man. Quite intimidating, too. He still displayed strong muscles along with a slight belly, but at over sixty years old, he looked really good. Now