All Chapters of I’m All Yours, Maddox: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Reluctantly, I forced myself to walk down the stairs. I was already out of my room, so there was no point turning back and regretting stepping out—especially since hiding in my bedroom wasn't even safe anymore.I used to think my room was the one place in this house where I could shut out the rest of the world. But I’ve never been more wrong. There was no safe place when Maddox was around.He was standing near the front entry, his head buried in his phone.Wendy was in the living room, too. She was the first to spot me coming down, and I couldn't miss the sharp, dangerous glare she welcomed me with. I quickly looked away, my eyes subconsciously landing right back on Maddox.He glanced up, looking me up and down as if inspecting what I was wearing before shoving his phone into his pocket.“Are you going to stay standing there, or are you leaving?” Maddox said, shifting his attention back to Wendy.“I actually think Jason would want me to tag along... Right?” She asked, turning to me wi

“What are you doing over there?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at Jason as he stood near the entrance, looking as though his boots were glued to the floorboards.“Uh... n-nothing,” he stammered, frantically averting his eyes.I ignored his sudden nervousness, grabbing my tailored suit trousers from the hanger and pulling them on over my legs.It had been a long time since I last stepped foot in this place to pick up tailored clothes, despite my mother constantly ordering new suits for me every season. But there was no fucking way I was ever going to be a "suit guy." In fact, I’d have to be on the brink of retirement before I ever considered taking over the family enterprise—and God knows if I’d even bother wearing a tie then.I darted my eyes back over to Jason. He was tucked into the far corner of the dressing suite, still fumbling with his garment bag. He had already shed his jeans, standing in just his t-shirt and boxer briefs, looking thoroughly uncomfortable with my presence in the

Walking out that boutique door yesterday must have been one of the most courageous steps I’d ever taken in my entire life.Even though no one said a word, I could feel dozens of imaginary eyes staring straight through me.“That will be all for today’s lecture...” the professor announced, and the loud shuffle of chairs as the rest of the class stood up dragged me violently back to reality.Christ. Had I really been daydreaming about yesterday for the entire two-hour class? I stared down at my notebook, where I had barely managed to scribble down a single legible line.“Argh...” I covered my face with both palms, taking a slow, deep breath to calm my racing pulse and force myself to stop spiraling over what had happened in that fitting room.The snobbish glares those boutique workers had thrown at me were none of my concern. And whatever state Maddox and I had left that dressing room in wasn't my problem either. We had probably just knocked something over by mistake. As long as there wa

I clenched my fists so hard my fingernails bit deep into my palms, but I didn't give a single damn.Did he really touch Charles? Right under my roof? In my fucking presence?Instead of pulling his hand away, Charles reached up and slid his fingers behind Jason's head, gently smoothing down a stray lock of hair while pretending to brush something off his collar.And then came the real dagger—Jason smiled back at him. A soft, genuine smile he never gave to me.I let out a dry, bitter scoff.“Maddox?” Aunt Sabrina’s sharp voice rang out, dragging my focus back to the couch.I tried to soften my features, but the harder I fought to hide it, the more impossible it became. The mental image of Jason’s hand wrapped in Charles's kept replaying on a loop inside my head.Shit.Charles obviously had his own hidden motives toward him, but was Jace really naive enough to play along with his game? Or was he doing it mainly to test my limits?“Are you alright, dear?” My aunt asked, her eyes softening

Opening my mouth wouldn't even begin to express how utterly insane that question was. Was he doing this on purpose? “Shall I start counting down the seconds?” Maddox’s voice purred, smooth and arrogant. Just another one of his stupid, control-freak rules. I glared down at the amber bottle in my hands. I was used to sipping sweet wines, not... whatever high-proof liquor this was that felt like it could knock me out cold in minutes. Or maybe I was just overthinking it. I tightened my grip around the glass neck, staring into the dark liquid. What answer was he expecting me to give? That I loved sucking his dick? Over my dead body. I raised the bottle to my lips and chugged it down in one long, reckless gulp, letting the burn scorch its way down my throat. Christ. Gulping that much alcohol on an empty stomach was definitely a terrible decision. And yet there sat Maddox, watching me like a predator stalking its prey, already formulating his next attack. “Next question,” I gritted