Lahat ng Kabanata ng I’m All Yours, Maddox: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

“Charles...” I gasped under my breath, my eyes snapping toward him in sheer horror as I waited for him to laugh and take the words back. Instead, a heavy, suffocating silence fell over our parents. “We’ve been dating for a while now,” Charles added, a bright, easy smile spreading across his face. Damn. No. Why the hell was he doing this? My gaze darted nervously past him to my dad and Mrs. Donovan. Both of them were staring at us, genuine delight lighting up their faces. Dad had always known I was gay. But not gay for Charles. Christ, who was he kidding? Charles was handsome—I couldn't deny that, but this isn’t how I build a relationship. This was a hostage situation. “I’m so happy for you, Jason!” Wendy’s voice piped up, snapping my attention over to where she was still clinging to Maddox’s arm. Fuck. Maddox’s eyes hadn't left my face for a single second. His piercing gray gaze burned into mine with a lethal, dark intensity—as if he believed I had planned this entire ambush

“Would you like a refill, sir?” The bar hostess asked, offering me a flirtatious smile as she slid the empty glass out of my hand, her fingers lingering deliberately against mine. She unbuttoned a fresh bottle of top-shelf scotch, tilting it until the liquid filled my glass to the brim once again. Drinking wasn't going to solve the suffocating rage blackening my chest right now, but I knew better than to let it spill out onto the main floor. Fuck. Why the hell did I even care about following Jason's pathetic instructions not to ruin his precious night? The hostess set the glass down in front of me with another sultry grin, her boobs pushed out so far that a glance downward would reveal the nipple hidden in her low-cut dress. But she had no idea I was sitting at this private bar getting blackout drunk because the guy who was supposed to be mine had just been kissed out in the garden by one of my closest friends. “Maddox...” Wendy’s sharp voice cut through my thought as her hands

I knew what I was getting into. I had already signed the deal, locking myself into his terms, and I was fully prepared for whatever was about to come... Or at least, I tried to convince myself I was. “Yes, just like that,” Maddox commanded, his dark gaze locked onto me as I positioned myself across the middle of the mattress, my shoulders resting on the edge and my head hanging upside down over the side. Maddox stepped closer, his heavy length stretching out right before my face. I swallowed down the hard lump of anxiety gathering in my throat. If I had just stayed stubborn, I wouldn’t be pinned in this position right now. But according to him, he was going to break me—use me until I was begging for mercy or forced to fight him off. Except I didn't see myself pulling away just yet. Because surrendering to him meant keeping him away from Wendy. If he was always claiming that I belonged to him, then he had to be mine, too. Not that lady alwyas flocking around him. Slowly, he slap

I grunted, letting Jason’s helpless moans echo across the room—loud enough that I knew Charles standing behind the door was losing his absolute mind.If I had been the one forced to listen from the hallway while someone else pounded what was mine, I would have torn the door off its hinges. But there was obviously a whole lot of nothing Charles could do about it.I leaned down, pressing a quick, tender kiss against Jason’s exhausted, flushed face.God, he was going to be the death of me.I pulled out of him slowly. He let out another soft, satisfied groan as his hips settled back onto the mattress.I panted, falling back against the bed for a brief second. From the corner of my eye, I could see Jason staring fixedly toward the door.Yeah. For a second, I had almost forgotten we had an intruder standing out in the hallway.“Go to sleep... I’m going to go talk to him,” I said, pushing myself up to my feet.I yanked my slacks back up to my waist, my length still throbbing with the memory

“Jason wants me by his side, Maddox. We all know how poorly you two get along,” Charles insisted, his grip on my right wrist as iron-clad as Maddox’s on my left.I didn't even know if I was actually running a fever, but one thing was certain: I was completely drained, operating on zero sleep, and desperate for a long rest. Yet neither my stepbrother nor Charles seemed willing to let me have a single second of peace.“I think Jason should just choose who he wants to ride with,” Mrs. Donovan chimed in, stepping forward. She placed a gentle hand on Maddox’s shoulder, clearly trying to coax him to back off—but her son wasn't budging an inch.If anything, if he let go now, it would look like he was yielding to Charles in front of everyone.“What’s there to argue about?” Aunt Sabrina interjected, her commentary doing its usual job of making a bad situation ten times worse. She shot me a sneering look, as if annoyed I wasn't jumping at the chance to leave with her preferred option. “If Maddo