Rush Maya Banks Novels & Stories

“Maya! Where have you been? You promised to come yesterday.” Maya strolled in, her curly brown hair bouncing, carrying two iced coffees like a hero with trophies. “Yeah, yeah. I had a shift at the diner. Blame those rude customers and low tips.” She handed me one coffee and plopped onto the spare stool behind the counter. “How’s my favorite business owner?” I snorted. “Maya... I'm so exhausted and broke.” “Same, girl... But at least you look cute when you’re broke, you know.” Maya grinned, eyes twinkling.

Maya asked in an uncertain tone, and Mishka’s smile slowly disappeared and she nodded her head. Maya smiled, taking a deep breath while the gentlemen looked at them, confused. “And do you know Ramya Ramirez?” Maya raised an eyebrow. “Yes! She was my mother’s friend at the orphanage. Later she came to London to complete her higher studies through scholarship and then got married to Brandon Ramirez. But how do you know her? Who are you?” Mishka asked, staring at her face. “Come on, Mishka! You can guess now. We have met before when my parents visited Varanasi thirteen years back.” Maya answered calmly, sitting back comfortably in her chair, and Mishka closely examined Maya’s facial features.

Maya Quentin pushed the door to the coffee shop open and was looking around, just then her gaze settled on Miranda and she was left stunned. Seeing her standing there in a daze, Miranda cursed inwardly. “Fuck! Why did I have to see her face as soon as I got back? Such bad luck!” “Oh my! look who we have here. It's Miranda Grace Quentin. What a coincidence, a nice coincidence I must say!” Maya said pungently as she folded her hands around her chest and Trotter toward her, cat walking on her high heels. She looked so proud and arrogant as she walked toward her.

“And you—make yourself useful. We’re fixing this.” Zane mock-saluted. “Yes, ma’am.” Maya stood between them, stunned. For the first time since she arrived at Ridgeway, she didn’t feel alone. Bruised? Yes. Exposed? Absolutely. But not alone. As they walked back toward the building, Maya’s phone buzzed again. A new message. Unknown Number: You think this is over? That video’s just the beginning. Welcome to Ridgeway, sweetheart. She stopped dead in her tracks. The sweetness of the afternoon shattered like glass. And the real drama? It was only just beginning.

Maya woke up feeling sore all over her body, she sat upright on the strange bed trying to figure out what happened. She turned to see an unfamiliar figure on the other side of the bed sleeping soundly, she gasped and quickly had a flashback of what happened. Maya is a young beautiful lady who grew up without her parents, she stays with her aunt who trained her for college but couldn't further because of a lack of money. Maya decided to struggle on her own by going for a mini job to gather money for her school, she got a job in a well-known clubhouse as a waitress along with her best friend Mia, both have known each other right from school.

I shook my head, unable to mumble the words that pressed at the roof of my mouth and the spaces between my teeth and not liking the way the crowd had begun to mutter between themselves. “And what is this woman’s name? Gobar?” I rasped breathlessly, not trusting myself to move when I rose to my feet, and feeling a wave of dizziness claw at the space behind my eyes as I watched the beast pause, cocking his head slowly to the side, his large eyes never leaving mine. “They call her Raya Banks.” He deadpanned, and the thru of blood pounding in my ears deadened to silence.

She’s up to something, I can feel it. But I’m still too angry at Jaden to say anything. So I keep it to myself. I shoulder-bump past him and head back into the room. He doesn’t follow. Inside, Maya is stretched out on the bed, wearing a small night jacket that exposes far too much of her legs. She wraps her arms around herself when I look at her. “Maddox,” she says softly. “Can you help me with something?” My pulse jumps before I can stop it. “With what?”

"Aurelia! You disappeared from the party so suddenly the other night. I was worried." Isla forced a smile. "I had a terrible headache. I'm sorry." It was obvious she couldn't stand Maya's presence anymore. Exactly as planned. I stepped beside Isla. "Maya's leaving this morning. She's flying back to London." Isla blinked. "So soon?" Maya nodded enthusiastically. "I've got auditions waiting for me. My acting career won't build itself." She turned back toward me. "I'll miss you, Bestie."

He bottomed out inside her, and Maya was shaking, tears streaming down her face, completely impaled on the biggest cock she'd ever experienced. "There we go," Marcus said, holding still. "All of it. Every fucking inch. You feel that, Maya? That's what owing me money costs."

She hit the PURGE key. A scream ripped through the air. The man in the robes broke apart into millions of gray pieces. The black shadow over the desert disappeared. The Architects outside fell to the sand. They were knocked out. They were alive. The laboratory went silent. The red lights stopped flashing. The only sound was the breathing of Maya and Sarah. Maya fell to the floor. She felt the weight of her memories now. She was Maya Benson. Daughter. Doctor. Architect. She looked at her hand. The silver scar was dim almost gone.