All Chapters of Miss Maxwell I Want You Now : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CHAPTER 32: Hotter than lustThey said desperate times call for desperate measures, and that's what had Veronica going back to visit her past. She wrinkled her nose, as she walked down the hallway that reeked of cheap cologne and forgotten ambition. She stopped at the door with the apartment number she was looking for and lingered for a while.Veronica hesitated before knocking. Her reflection in the scratched metal elevator door behind her looked tired, worn around the edges—her designer coat and flawless lipstick doing little to mask the cracks beneath. She was unraveling; coming apart at the seams. She never thought that she would ever go crawling back to her vomit. But she had no choice. She couldn’t afford doubt. Not now.Not when Edward was slipping through her fingers. The door swung open, with her hand suspended midair to land a second knock.The figure of Dylan appeared, leaning against the frame, shirtless, hair tousled, a cigarette burning lazily between his lips. He looke

CHAPTER 34: What is the truth?The sound of slow jazz music played in the background of The Cayenne, the perfect melodious relaxed background for the five-star restaurant. The restaurant's ambient lighting cast a warm glow over the polished mahogany table where Edward and James sat. The clinking of cutlery and the soft murmur of conversations around them created a backdrop that contrasted sharply with the tension between the two men.Edward leaned back against his chair and swirled the wine in his glass, his gaze fixed on the crimson liquid. "She was furious," he began, his voice low. "Accused me of never trusting her, of always believing the worst."James really was not surprised she had reacted that way. Not many people would keep their cool given the circumstances. "And what did you expect? You showed up unannounced, questioned her integrity, and in front of Benicio, no less."He wondered what was going through the other man’s head when he had done that. Especially since he was t

CHAPTER 36: SulkingSarah lay curled on her side, her back to the bedroom door, staring blankly at the plain white walls across from her. The muted faint rustle of the curtains, and the soft hum of the distant city beyond her windows were the only sounds that accompanied the restless swirl of her thoughts. The blanket that Benicio had placed over her earlier when he came in to see her, was loosely draped over her, more out of habit than comfort. Her fingers tangled in the fabric as though it was her anchor to something solid. Something to keep her steady.She hadn’t cried. Not even since the fraud scandal had broken out all over the news. Even after Edward had shown up at her doorstep, tossing accusations, and condemning her just as he had done in the past, with the same cold detachment he had mastered for however long. Sarah had not shed a single tear. It was like her well of tears had dried up, thereby denying her an outlet to the myriad of thoughts and emotions that consumed her.

CHAPTER 38: A meeting at the parkThe air in the park was crisp, with just enough breeze to tousle the dark curls of Robyn, and ruffle Liam’s little button-down shirt. Sarah sat on the edge of a stone bench, her gaze occasionally drifting from her children to the sky above, painted with soft pastels as the sun began its slow descent.It had been a rather long week that had drained her, taking a huge toll on her interaction and activities with her children. The scandal, and the thing with Edward had consumed her, drained her, nearly broken her, shut her off from the rest of the world, including the people she loved, her children, Benicio. But she was thankful for the timely intervention of Cara, and also the resolution of the issue which she owed to Edward. One more thing she was also thankful to him for was that he had opened her eyes to her foolishness when he gave her his answer.Sarah realised that she was slowly suffocating herself when he did not care about anything else but his

CHAPTER 40: A past that refused to stay buriedVeronica paced the length of the living room like a caged feline, fury radiating off of her with every movement. After pacing for a while, she stopped and yanked off her designer heels, hurling them across the room. Throwing the offending heels away did not abate the flames of indignation burning inside her. Her pride was a raw, throbbing wound, and the name Edward had breathed, Sarah, was the salt rubbed into it.“What was that?” she snapped, whipping around to face him as he stood at the bar, pouring himself a glass of bourbon as if nothing had literally just happened. “How dare you say her name, Edward. And especially while you were with me.”Her fury and indignation did not elicit a response from Edward. He did not care , nor was he abashed about it. He took a slow sip of the bourbon, his eyes cold and unreadable, as if she hadn’t just caught him in the most damning of Freudian slips. “You’re still here?” he asked coolly, not bothe