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Chapter Ten

Max's POV

When you add one plus one, it makes two.

I would have usually agreed with that but not now. Not ever. I feel like I'm Liz now. The sex is great, it's splendid, superb...every time I go back into her, it feels so damn good. I'm not lying. I'm pretty seriously about feeling merged with Liz.

She has a lot to learn, I can tell with her shy glances and the way she bites her bottom lip. Yes, she did have a lot of sex before but she learned nothing. It was all wham bam thankya maam. But now, I'm going to teach her the Kama sutra of sex. There's so much to learn and so little time to teach.

On top of this, Liz has the behaviour of a virgin.

She is so innocent.

And hides it so well.

"Hmmmmm..." She presses that cute little button nose into the soft pillow. "Keep going." She moans.

Here are my fingers, against those slick folds, rubbing it slowly and gently. I press my thumb against her clit harder, knowing she likes that so much. I get another moan and suddenly out of nowhere does a naughty thought enter my head.

I can see that good old light bulb turning on.

"Liz...wanna handle me?" I wink, rubbing her breast with my other hand.

Liz slowly turns to her side and brushes her legs against mine. "Would I love to handle you?" She purrs, fingering my nipples. "Hmmm..." She latches her mouth on to my nipple.

I groan. Oh. Fuckin. God. I didn't know I was sensitive there. Jesus Christ.

"Lizzzz." I breath out her name as her warm tongue sweeps over my pectoral. "Damn it woman." I begin to stroke her harder, rubbing more firmly against her softness in a heated frenzy.

Liz sighs and shudders against me when she receives a mild orgasm. "Oooh.." She licks my chest. "That was awesome."

But she doesn't stop there, on no siree. This woman is going to be the end of me. I can't remember the last time I got so turned on with a woman before, where I had one orgasm after the next. I don't think I ever did coming to think of it.

Usually, I just kick them out. No body uses a condom twice or more do they?

I see women as condoms, they come in different shapes, sizes and flavours. No I never ate a woman before, that stuff is icky. Only with Liz, it's an exception. I'm her sex slave, I was obliged to do it and besides, she tastes nice. I would do it again.

Anyway as I was thinking, women are just like condoms. Whoever said they were like cars was obviously on crack. Unless you change a car every damn day. You use a condom whether it's studded, dotted, ribbed, feather light or flavoured just once. Then you chuck them in the bin. They're dead and gone. No coming back.

But I'm seriously confused with Liz.

I never saw her as sexy before. Heck, I pretended she never even existed. She was a friend of mine that I took for granted. I never had a woman friend before mainly because I thought women where only good for one thing.

Sex.

Liz isn't some condom that you use and chuck away.

No, she's much more then that.

I stoke her hair as she licks my abs. Her hair is incredibly soft. I always knew it would be.

Her hair is dark brown. It's like dark chocolate. So shiny.

Men never pay attention to little details like that. I don't remember if I banged a blonde or a brunette before Liz. Maybe it was a redhead? Maybe their hair was rough? Oh well who cares, I am just happy right now. I could sing Pretty Woman out so loud even if it looks gay.

Liz and I had sex.

Liz and I enjoyed each other.

Liz and I pleasured each other.

It was so good that I- "Ohhhh god..." I shut my eyes when I feel her warm hand around me. "Damn."

Moving her hand up me so tightly, I let out a guttural groan and my eyes flutter. "Oh god."

When she moves it back down from the base, I just don't believe I can take it. "Christ that feels so good."
"Yeah?" She squeezes me a little. "How about this.." She uses her other hands to cup the balls.

Yes, she cups the balls. "Lord have mercy." This time I am putty in her hands. She can do whatever she wants with me and I am nothing but a mere slave. "Yess just like that." I thrust my hips upwards to let her know how much I appreciated her actions.

In no time, I climax saying Liz's name as I come.

"Where the hell did you learn how to do that?" I gasp at Liz while she hands me some tissues so I can clean up.

"Well.." She blushes. "Sometimes I find Michael’s porn DVD's lying around so I..." She bites her bottom lip.

Oh. Christ.

"You watch them." My voice was a sultry whisper. "You actually watch porn?"

"Hard Core and triple X." She wiggles her eyebrows. "It actually is stimulating and helpful."

"Stimulating, I know. Helpful. I think." I wiggle my eyebrows at her. "Let me show you live porn." I climb on top of her.

"Ooooh Max!" She giggles, welcoming me with open arms.

*****

"Max, relax we've been in bed all bloody week. Don't you think it's time to actually stop that online shopping and actually go out to shop for real?" Liz slams her purse against my arm.

"Ow Liz, that actually hurt." I release the cart to rub my arm. "What the hell is in that purse of yours? A gold brick?"

"It's a cellphone and some credit cards and don't be such a wuss." She chides, clicking her heels louder on the floor.

"Your ex boyfriend is a wuss." I scoffed. "Hmpf." Grabbing the cart, I steer into the next aisle without warning.

"Max where are you going?"

"I don't think Amazon has this.." I grab a huge durex box that has like 150 ribbed condoms in it. "Extra pleasure, definitely." I grin before tossing the box into the cart.

Liz retrieves the box and stares at it like she's found something in a treasure chest. "Oh my god, they don't actually do this do they? I thought Micheal was lying when he told me about this..I-" Liz stops talking and sees me grab a few more boxes of condom to throw in the cart.

"Hey what are you doing?" She asks, dropping the box of condoms into the cart.

"What does it look like?" I smirk. "If we're gunna be banging each other here and there, we're gunna need all the condoms we can get."

"Max, we can't afford all of this. " She tries to reason.

Did I mention, Liz was the daughter of a rich man? She hated spending money even if she earned it. She always did seem weird in the money department. I had to also teach her to spend and live a little.

"Liz, I can." I told her. "Just leave the bill to me."

As for me, I was super rich. Money was coming in all directions. I did business in the office, business at home..online...basically I was a rich Vegas man.

I could kick ass at the casinos.

That's why it was a huge blow to me when Liz won that poker game. I thought I knew everything to do with cards and money and chips.

Turns out that I didn't.

"Who died and made you the sex fiend?" Liz asks incredulously.

She looks like a serious sex-bomb. Oh damn, I would love to whip off that pencil skirt of hers and eat her out right here in front of everyone.

"Liz, my cock is made to bang you." I winked.

She shakes her head and walks off to another aisle. "Men." I hear her mutter.

"You know you love it!" I holler as loud as I can, I don't really give a shit if anyone hears or not.

Liz blushes and continues to walk off while a little boy who is by his mother at the makeup section across from where I stand, tugs at his mother's trousers. "Mommy...what is a cock?"

The mother gasps at her little's boy's curiosity, gives me a dirty look before grabbing her son. "Come on sweetie."

As she brushes past, she mutters to me, "Keep your dirty talk in the gutters."

I'll keep my dirty talk right where it belongs, woman.

As she walks off, I finish throwing some more condoms in the cart, and then I go to find Liz.

I needed to hit home.

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Chapter 11

Liz's POV


"So what's the occasion?" Kyle claps his hands, this time he's wearing a purple suit with a neon green shirt.
"We just wanted to see whose on sale." I lie as I walk down the narrow steps.

I swear this guy's fashion is total whack. Max whispers into my ear again. "Who is this guy?"

"He's a pimp." I tell Max. "A very good one. He's hooked up so many people before." I answer as Kyle leads us to the underground room of his club.

Max laughs. "You're kidding."

"Nope." I shake my head and push the dangling tinsel out of the way for Max to get through without being hit in the face.

"Damn." Max sniggers. "You have to tell me that story Liz."

"Welcome to my humble abode!" Kyle reveals two big black doors that says KYLE'S SEX GROTTO in neon letters.

"Wow...a lot of shagging going on in there?" Max snorted.

"My man, wait till you walk through these doors. It's the bomb." He tells Max before pushing the doors open. The smell of sex permeates the air and all we can see is half naked men and women touching each other.

A foursome, two guys and two girls were having a little orgy in the corner. Max's eyes are wide as saucers and it bothers me for some reason. "Don't get a hard on over that." I slip my hand into his.

"I think I might wanna go actually." Max says and look up the stairs. "I didn't know some people were so obsessed."

"Sex is our remedy. We need sex to heal." Kyle mumbles out his Buddha theories.

The reason I came here was to pick up some moves. But clearly I came to the wrong place. Heck, I don't even know why I came here. All I heard was Kyle was giving free drinks.

"How much is she?" Max pointed at a slutty redhead.

"Five hundred dollars."

"And her?" Max pointed at a short blonde.

"Fourteen hundred dollars per hour plus a thousand dollars for weekends and holidays with interest."

"Damn...she's not even that hot." Max muttered.

"How much is he?" I point at a good looking guy who resembles very closely to Josh Holloway.

I hear Max snort. "Hmpf...I'm better looking than him."

"Oh he is so expensive it might make your nose bleed." Kyle said.

"Why do you own these people?" Max looks shocked. "Who are you?"

"He's twenty thousand dollars." Kyle tells me and turns to Max. "Because they signed up brother, now if you wanna join them, I have application forms upstairs if you're interested."

"Pfft...that is nuts." Max rolled his eyes. "Who'd actually want to put themselves on sale. My life is waayyy better. Even if I'm a sex slave. At least I have this beautiful woman." He wraps an arm around my shoulders. "She's worth so much more then millions. She's priceless."

Aww, how sweet of Max. I have to reward him later. "Brother..listen.." Kyle looks a little pissed off. "This is ma biz, it's ma world...if you don't like it...I suggest you leave."

"Fine..I'll leave." Max said.

"Max." I hiss. "Be nice."

I wouldn't wanna miss out on free drinks.

"It's okay Liz. I'll give you those free drinks." Kyle said.

"Sorry man." Max shrugged. "I guess I'm not into buying people."

"Ever went to a prostitute Max?"

"You mean hookers?" Max frowned. "No way, they have STD's."

Kyle laughed an shook his head. "You have a good one." He told me and then leads us upstairs.

******

"Okay.." From the open door, comes Max's voice. "I have an idea." He barges through the door and I take my eyes off the book that I was reading and look up at him.

"Yes Max?"

Max strolls all the way towards the sofa and pushes the coffee table out of the way before bending down and placing his hands on my knees. "Liz, I know I've been a jerk before but I think this could actually work."

"Yeah?"

"How about...we play this game..you teach me things about you and I um...I gotta memorize it."
"And then?"


"We make sweet love every time I get it right." His eyes light up while he flashes me his pearly white teeth.

Is he for real? There is no way Max would remember stuff about me apart from the fact that he enjoys me in bed. I know guys like him won't be able to have the brain capacity for stuff like that. It's always about sex, sex, sex and more sex. It did hurt me knowing that he wasn't my ideal dream guy. I expected too much from him and got absolutely nothing but heartbreak in the past.

"Ow!" Max cried and staggered back. "What was that for?" He puts his hand over his shoulder after I gave it a good hard jab.

"Don't make false promises." I tease him with a warning.

"Liz.." He rubs his shoulders. "Damn that was a hard jab. Are you sure you didn't damage any nerves?" He parks his ass on the floor and decides to sit cross legged. He's not looking too happy right now but it's his fault for playing with my nerves.

"Shut up." I laugh, reaching forward to give him another jab and Max flinches out of the way.

"No more Liz." He warns, crystal clear but I don't listen anyway and bend over to do it.

This time he wraps his fingers around my wrist and drags me down with him, pulling me completely off the sofa and into his lap. I shriek as Max's knees hit my thighs as we end up on the floor in a pile of tangled limbs.

"Yeah.." Max dives his active fingers under my arms. "How do you like me now?" He begins his tickling and I began laughing.

Please! Have mercy! I'm so ticklish! I can't take this at all!

"Max! Please!" I beg as my whole body racks with laughter. We're rolling back and forth on the floor and with a mighty shove, I get Max off me and quickly roll up from the floor and run.

I run as fast as my legs could take me. "Run forest run!" I hear Max crack up behind me.

Shit! I need to get into a room and lock the door! Just as I'm about to run into my bedroom, I feel Max slap my ass and I jump forward, throwing myself into the room.

I wish I hadn't done that now because I'm in a little bit of pain after I land on the floor. "Christ." I roll over, moaning in agony.

Max scrambles onto his knees when he's with me and asks me if I'm ok. I smile at the sound of his tone, it feels like he's concerned about me.

"My leg is killing me." I try to bend my left leg but it's hurting like a bitch right now.

"I'm so sorry." Max takes my leg into his hand and starts to massage it. "I shouldn't have scared you like that."

"Liz?" He says my name, looking me deep in the eyes and I shudder, knowing what's on his mind.

Our lips somehow drift closer together. Not once..let me tell you, not once have I ever had these kind of moments with him. Yes there was the occasion I almost kissed you moments but Max was putting on a show back then. We never have private moments. I just can't believe we're having one now.

It's amazing, it's a first...it's scary.

As I lean forward too..fully much aware that Max's hand is now massaging underneath my leg now...it makes me feel aroused. It's like foreplay or probably is foreplay.

"Yeah?"

Suddenly the pain is gone. I don't have that knee pain anymore which means I can do this. I push Max back and I know it looks like I've ruined the moment but believe me, guys love it when girls play hard to get. I know they do...after six months of Max not having sex...he's such a stallion.

I manage to pull away from him and make it to the bathroom door. "Catch me if you can." I wink at Max who stands up slowly, his eyes sparkle as a smile spreads across his face.

My hand slides towards the door handle and I pull it open before slipping into the bathroom. I turn around and wait and Max's enters the bathroom shortly. He shuts the door behind him with a click and I grab a Gillette can, it's probably one of Michael’s and I pray the foam on Max. It falls on his shirt and he looks bewildered.

"What the!"

I spray as much as I can and he looks like Santa, me and him go around in circles and he's trying his best to get me. Max scoops the foam and suddenly dashes at me before sliding his hand underneath my top to slap the foam onto my stomach I cry out at the cold foam and try to slip away from Max.

"Oh you're not getting away with me that easy Parker." He suddenly bends down and throws me over his shoulder.

"Max!" I beat my fists on his back. "Let me down!" I giggle, feeling the foam push against my clothes.
He does let me down, in the bathtub. "Now you're gunna get yours Lizzie." He grabs the shower hose and reaches to turn it on.

My eyes bulge as I realise what he's going to do. "Oh god...Max...please.." I shake my head, my fingers curling at the side of the bathtub. I know I won't make it out in time and he's done it.

Cold water sprays against my skin and clothes. "Ahhh cold!" I kick my legs which already get soaked with water. "Maaax!", I find a rubber ducky and throw it at him. Now as my punishment he turns the hose to my face and sprays cold water there.

I try to slap the water away and move but Max follows me with the hose. "Not so strong now are you?" He laughs.

The water turns warm and suddenly I begin to relax, my clothes are heavy and clung to me, I take off my top and Max licks his lips as he sprays the warm water on my breasts.

I curl my index finger and try to lure him in with me. "Come in sexy." I purr and run my hands past my breasts.

In no time, Max takes off his clothes and climbs into the big bathtub with me, the water spraying on both of us as he holds it above our heads while our lips meet. I spread my legs for him and I moan when I feel his erection press down on me. God...we do need more of these water and foam fights if it's gunna lead to this.

My last coherent thought passes out of my mind and I feel Max slid down my trousers as he kisses me.

****

Turning to my side, I flutter my eyes and smile when I see Max smiling back at me. "Morning babe." I reach out to rub his stubble.

"Morning Tigress." He caress my cheek with his fingers.

We just lay there, side by side and touch each other. It's so therapeutic, the serenity of this moment is a much needed one. I lift my bare leg and relax it on Max's leg. Max welcomes me and massages my ass, coaxing me to come closer to him. Close enough so I feel the tip of his cock touch my slick nether lips.

"Ahhh that's better." I moan into his hand, lightly grinding myself against him.

"Whatever you're doing, don't stop." Max groans like he's having an intense orgasm already, his eyes close and he enjoys what I'm doing to him.

His laboured breathing arouse me and I feel like having sex with him. I can't help it, right now, all I can think about is riding him till we both see shooting stars of orgasm. I know, stupid right? But like I said, I can't help it.

"Get on top of me." I order, my voice now sharp with an edge.

Max opens his eyes and stops his laboured breath. "Yes senorita." He nods and climbs on top of me. I spread my legs and feel him slid inside me. "Shit...we didn't.." He tries to pull back out but I cross my legs around him to stop him from doing so.

"I'm on the pill Max, remember?"

He relaxes and bends down to nuzzle my neck. "That's good...because I wanna fuck you all day long." He pulls out as I place my legs back on the bed and slides back into me again.

"Oh that's good." I whisper, tempted to let him have his way but I own his ass right now.

"Max. You can't move. That's an order. I shall be doing all the moving." I choke, I don't want him to stop but there's something that I really wanna try out right now.

"Yeah?"

Max finds it hard to still his movements, I can see it on his face. For a guy, once he's in a girl, he can't stay still. He has to move till he finds planet orgasm. I know I am torturing Max. And I love it.

I raise my hips to take him in and then slowly take him out. I repeat this a couple of times and Max whimpers. "Oh god...that feels so good."

I think I've just mastered this whole sex slave thing.

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Chapter 12

Max's POV

Three months later...

I'm a dick.

There I've said it.

Why didn't I marry Liz that day? Well because I had been offered something better...well I though it was more better then being chained to one woman. I got to maintain that bachelor life because once I took those vows, my sex life would diminish and I'd end up in the suburbs with one nagging wife and a bunch of crying babies.

So rolling from bed to bed happened instead of staying in the king sized bed. I've been with tall girls, small girls, I've been with red heads, blondes heck even pink haired girls. The one thing they all have in common was being a good fuck. I've never been dissatisfied with sex. But when I look back, I feel disgusted. Those girls have been with other men and fucked all the time. What's so good about a used condom?
Nothing, it goes in the trash.

Those girls are like that, they're just trash. I've basically been wasting my time playing around with trash when I could have been married to Liz who is pure and innocent.

I was so blind. I played Liz and blamed her for making me miss surfing the sluts. One night, I couldn't take it anymore. I cheated on Liz. I actually slept with some woman and kept it hidden. Liz wouldn't let me have sex with her because she was waiting for our wedding night.

Being a fucking horny jerk I was, no pun intended...I jumped into bed with another woman while I was having a relationship with Liz. Although it didn't mean anything at the time to me, what I did to Liz was bad. It was unfair and unjust, I deserve every shit coming at me but I'm not getting it. Liz is been so good to me and made me a royal sex slave. I felt like a king just being near her. She makes me feel like royalty.
And I've never felt like a bigger jerk too because I only had three more months left with her.

I could have had a whole lifetime if only I stopped myself from breaking Liz's heart. I laughed, remembering the night of my stag night. My Uncle Ray came to me, crying his eyes out that his wife had kicked him out of her life and their kid's lives for good. He then told me that marriage was a curse because your wife ended up controlling you forever.

I was so convinced that Liz would ruin me that I didn't turn up for my own wedding. Instead I was in bed with some other woman.

I don't blame my Uncle but he didn't have to say that.

Sighing, I wait till my dad and my uncle walk in the room. This office of my father's is so stuffy. Smells like money. A lot of money.

"Maxwell." My father gives me a stern look.

Have I mentioned that my father almost killed me when I left Liz at the altar. He threatened to cut me out of the family business but Mom made him leave me alone. She told me that I wasn't even worth acknowledging, I could spend the money I had on whatever I wanted but with no support from my family whatsoever. That was the worst punishment any parent could give their child. It made me feel like a loner, I had no one to eat dinner with or say goodnight to. Heck, I didn't have any family to call because they blocked me from their lives.

It's only surprising when Dad calls me to do business, treating me like some businessman he's meeting to make deals with. He doesn't treat me like his son anymore and calling me Maxwell is proof of that.

"Hey Max." My Uncle Ray says warily, his eyes look so red and tired and it tells me that he's run out of tears.

His skin is rugged and pale while his teeth have turned yellow.

"What happened to you?" It comes out like a joke but it's me, I can't seem to sound serious.

He doesn't say anything and my father clears his throat. "If you're done cracking jokes, let's start shall we?" He gathered the necessary papers and put them together.

My uncle takes a seat next to me and my father settles in his desk chair. "Right." My dad pushes a document towards me. "Sign it."

Before signing, I read it. "It's half of Uncle's Ray's money..." I gasped and scoffed as I looked at my dad. "Dad what is this?"

"It's Mr Evans to you and this would be my brother's assets, by signing you would gain 50 % of it."

"And the other half?" I inquired.

"That will be transferred in my daughter's name."

Ah, Isabel. My notorious sister. She loves money more then I do but being daddy's little girl, she gets to get away with crime.

"Why? I mean what about Uncle Ray."

"He won't be needing them anymore." Coughed my father.

"How come?" I look at my Uncle.

"I have HIV Max." Uncle Ray sighed. "I won't make it."

What! When?! How?! "HIV?" I spluttered, that was every player's nightmare. To get saddled with an STD.
My uncle nodded without any emotion.

How he can just sit there with a calm face is beyond me. I just can't believe it. "How did you get it?" I whispered.

"I visited some brothels, slept with a bunch of prostitutes without protection." He admitted, looking ashamed. "That's why my wife erm....divorced me and took our kids away from me."

"Why did you cheat on her the first place?"

"She was fat and old. I was shallow and horny. I needed young meat. Then I got them...only with HIV."

"See Maxwell? That's what happens when you don't commit to one woman. You get screwed over." My father's angry voice tears me to pieces.

"How long do you have left?" I swallowed, focusing on my poor uncle.

"Three months." He said grimly. "I don't have that much time."

Three months.

Three months, life would be different.

It's always three months.

"I'm sorry but I can't do this." I pushed the document back to my father and stood up. "Give it all to Isabel. I don't deserve a single cent."

The only thing I deserved was what Uncle Ray had. I deserved to be alone and dying. I was no better either. I cheated on my woman, slept around and acted as if I owned the world. I hated myself right now. I really did.

"Why Maxwell?"

"Like I said dad, I don't deserve anything. Heck, strip me off my money from the family business. I deserve to be screwed over."

My dad's facial expression soften and I can tell I still have a soft spot in his head. I'm his son after all. He has to love me. I just don't get unconditional love. How can anyone love a dickhead?

When he sees me looking at him like I know what he's thinking, his face changes and he turns serious again. "Okay that means Isabel Evans will have full 100 % of Ray Evans' assets."

Good. That's how it should be.

"I'm sorry Uncle Ray."

"The only thing you should be sorry for is the woman you left at the altar. " My father chuckled.

"Yes Dad, I know and you know what? I am. I regret hurting Liz every single day of my life." Starting from the moment I became her sex slave.

"Humpf." My father rolls his eyes, he doesn't believe me.

"Can you forgive me Dad?" I asked curiously.

"I'll only forgive you if she does." Was his answer.

*******

I find Liz sitting on the sofa watching Supernatural with a cup of hot chocolate. She laughs at the screen and takes a sip of her hot chocolate. "Go Dean!" Liz chuckled.

I smiled and joined her. "Hey, I thought I was your eye candy?" I teased as I sat on the sofa with her.

"Yeah you are but Dean is so hot you just can't ignore him." Liz refused to take her eyes off the screen and when she laughed, it made me smile.

I didn't realised when the show was over and Liz began talking to me. "So you're back early? How was the meeting?"

"Boring." I admitted and then paused. "And a little dramatic too." If I was going to seek Liz's forgiveness, I might as well start out by telling her the truth and not hiding things from her. "Uncle Ray has HIV, he was gunna give me 50 % of his assets but I said no so Isabel has them."

"What about his kids?" Liz asked.

"His ex wife won't accept anything from him for the kids or herself. She named his money disease money and called his stuff a whore's tits."

Liz scoffed. "What did he do so bad to piss her off?" Now Liz doesn't know this.

"He slept with a dozen of prostitutes...without protection."

"And he was married at the time." I added.

Liz's eyes bulge. "He cheated on his wife?"

I nodded. "Yeah." My voice was shaky. "And so did I...I cheated on you Liz."

Liz inhales sharply and closes her eyes. I feel like such a dick. She takes a deep sigh. "Because you're Max."

"I regret it."

"I don't forgive you." She replied.

"It's not that easy." I began, trying to understand the concept of forgiveness myself. Maybe Liz would forgive me three months later and realise I have changed by then.

"I said no." Liz cut in. "You think just by being some stupid sex slave of mine and by saying sweet sugar coated words you're gunna get off that hook so easily?" A frown marred Liz's face. "I don't think so mister."

"Liz, I said I regret it."

"You still fucked her and who knows how many sluts you fucked." Liz snapped. "I didn't expect you to be such a..urghhh!" Liz tears her legs away from me and storms out of the lounge. "I fucking hate you Max!" She yells over her shoulder.

I wince as Liz's words slice my heart. No one said they hated me before. It kinda stings.

But I'm not going to give up. Not this time. I jump up, turn the TV off to save power and run after Liz. "Liz, I'm not going to go!" I stormed into her room.

"Now you can choose to give me the time of the day but dammit, I am trying...I'm trying to be a better person. I want your forgiveness but I won't force you to give it to me. But there's one thing you can't stop from happening because...every damn day of my fucking life...I'm gunna regret hurting you....and cheating on you."

You’re everything I thought you never were
And nothing like I thought you could’ve been
But still you live inside of me
So tell me how is that?

Liz titled her head to the side and there's tears in her eyes. "I loved you." She whispered.

"I know." I croaked.

You’re the only one I wish I could forget
The only one I’d love to not forgive
And though you break my heart, you’re the only one
And though there are times when I hate you
Cause I can’t erase

"Come here." I reached out to Liz who began to shed tears that made me upset.

The times that you hurt me
And put tears on my face
And even now while I hate you
It pains me to say
I know I’ll be there at the end of the day

Liz collapses in my arms and sobs, she finally let's out what she's been hiding from me for months.

I don’t wanna be without you babe
I don’t want a broken heart
Don’t wanna take a breath with out you babe
I don’t wanna play that part
I know that I love you
But let me just say
I don’t want to love you in no kind of way no no
I don’t want a broken heart
And I don’t wanna play the broken-hearted girl...No...No
No broken-hearted girl
I’m no broken-hearted girl


Song used: Broken hearted girl by Beyonce

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Chapter 13

Liz's POV

Dry.

God this god awful chicken legend burger is so dry. Usually I love coming to McDonalds. After spending all that time singing, my throat hurts. I need a getaway. Maria is my McDonalds buddy now and even she hates coming here.

However, that does not stop her from yapping away.

"Michael is being so unromantic right now." Maria whines, I'm so tired at night and he can't seem to stop masturbating when I'm sleeping next to him. I find that truly disturbing."

I choke on a mouthful of milkshake. "Can we please not talk about Michael masturbating in bed?"

Especially when I'm drinking milkshake. It's put a vile image to my head now and I use a napkin to spit the milkshake out.

After that, I don't think I can finish that milkshake now. Thanks to Maria.

"He also tries to stick it to me often and I'm asleep." Maria carries on. "I can't...I've never met a man who would have sex with a sleeping woman. I mean come on...is he that desperate to get laid?"

I look at my half eaten food with no appetite now. I'm no longer hungry and the smell of it made me sick. I wanted to get out of here.

"Liz....how’s Max doing?" She finally stops talking about herself and looks at me.

"Fine." I said, holding back the stuff that happened between us last week. He made me cry like a baby and neither of us had sex for seven days. I missed it but I knew giving in to him was like me punishing myself. I've had enough of being a doormat. Max would have to wait again and this meant I could find someone else to jump the sack with. He's done it to me before and I'm not even sure if we're in a relationship.

Sometimes I feel like I'm his wife or something. He makes me feel like the old Liz.

"Something tells me he's pissed you off again." Maria folds her napkin in half before pressing it to her pink lips.

"He has, but that's just Max isn't it?" I shrugged.

Maria closed her eyes. "I know he's cheated on you, that guy can't keep his pants up." She sounds sympathetic, it makes me feel better.

"I showed him how hurt I was about that." I confessed. Maria gasps.

"You did what?!"

I continue. "I couldn't help myself. I just had to break down when I realise he was actually cheating on me. I mean I did suspect something was up but I hoped he at least stayed faithful to me." I shake my head. "But as suspected, he wasn't."

"Just know that if you ever go back with him again and he does that again, I will cut his balls off myself girlfriend." Maria promised, making me giggle. I love this woman!

"Thanks."

****

When Maria and I finally got out of McDonalds, we were in deep conversation and neither of us paid attention to the road. A car had screeched to a halt just an inch away from my legs. Maria screamed and a guy walked out of the car.

"Oh my god! You girls are okay?!"

"Mamma Mia." I heard Maria purr as I stared at the guy.

"Y-yeah. I'm fine." I stammered, shocked that I had almost been ran over by.

He walks over to me and puts a hand on my shoulder. "Are you sure you're okay?" His tone changes, his dark blue eyes are distracting.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." I snap myself out of it and feel like an idiot. "Let's go Maria." I quickly say and make a beeline towards our car.

I look back and see him checking us out.

Pervert, I thought.

****

"You should have slept with him." Maria says, driving frantically on the road. "I know I would have."

"Then why didn't you?"

"Because I saved him for you Lizzie." Maria laughs like it's the most normal thing in the world. I don't get it, how can anyone just think of having sex with a random person? It's not on. It's not my cup of tea but then again when I remind myself that Max did it, I feel like doing it to him would be justified.

It certainly would make me feel a lot better. No bullshit.

I wanted to get fair and square with him but I also was afraid of changing who I really was. I never enjoyed one night stands. Yes, I've done it probably a little but that was only after Max left me at the altar. Now I want to make Max mad about me then cheat on him. I want to see how he feels about it. Sucker.

"Besides, it's no strings attached so you don't have to feel anything Lizzie. Why should you?"

No strings attached.

I closed my eyes and thought about it.

It wasn't too bad.

"Maria...let's hit the club tonight."

*****

I lost my virginity to Jayden Queen. He was a college friend of mine who invited me to his party. Turned out that he was a virgin too but...here's the strange thing. He was in a relationship and wanted experience with someone else before he got physical with his girlfriend.

That's where I stepped in.

Apparently he was scared because his girlfriend wasn't a virgin. He needed to use someone to know how to touch a woman. I gladly offered myself to him, angered by Max's betrayal at the time.

And now, he's in the same club with me.

We're grinding together shamelessly on the dance floor. We're back to that certain point again. He tells me he's spilt up with his girlfriend but doesn't give me details which I love. No strings attached, just like Maria said.

Maria is sitting by the bar, being faithful to Michael and rejecting every guy who asks her for a dance or for a quick fuck.

I wish I was that girl right now and I wish Max was Michael, patiently waiting at home for me.

Max has called fifteen times.

I rejected them and put my phone off.

The guy can wait tonight because I'm busy right now. With someone else.

"Fuck." He moans and touches my breasts.

I know what's coming next.

Minutes later, we both walk out of the back room; hot and flustered. Both of us zip our jeans back up. The sex was great. He compliments me and tells me that he'd like an encore again. I feel a bit dirty but happy about what just happened.

I say goodbye to Jayden and give him my number so we can do it again.

Joining Maria at the bar, she wolf whistles. "You bad girl." She pushes a cocktail towards me.

"I love it that they have back rooms in clubs like this for sex." I say, amazed by how sexual orientated clubs were in Vegas. It was all about sex, corruption and money.

"Yeah, where do you think me and Michael went every time we used the bathroom excuse?" She scoffed.
My eyes bulged. "No way! You guys had a quickie?"

Maria nodded and smiled. "It was hot. Seriously and now I just can't be bothered." She admitted, lifting up her cocktail to her lip.

"To sexual freedom." Maria proposes a toast.

I lift my own glass up and gently tap it against hers. "To us."

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Chapter 14

Max's POV

One week later


A week's gone past.

No sex. No talk.

Liz is gone into depression and she's shutting me out of her life constantly. I wish I wasn't bothered but I am. A week ago, her house got burned down; turned out that Michael and some slut went a little too far and started to play with fire in the bedroom. Just a message for you folks out there who want to spice your sex life up, always abide by the rules. Do not try this at home, as you can see what happened to Liz and Michael's house.

Anyway, I spent all my credit up trying to call Liz while salvaging most of her stuff including our photos out of the burning house. I ran through the flames and came back holding a blanket over the pile of Liz's stuff. I couldn't save everything but I saved what I thought was important. The photos and passport which I know she leaves in her top drawer...where she keeps the lingerie.

Yes, I like to look at women's underwear. So. Guys like me do.

Liz never came back until the house was completely burned; the fire-fighters were battling the fierce flames with their dainty little water hose. There was a lot of steam which attracted the crowd. The slut ended up crying and damn, she was louder then the fire itself.

Michael was standing in his g string, yes you heard me. G-string. He had a line of leather up his ass and people got more then an eyeful.

When Liz got there, I was waiting for her. Some nurse was ogling me, shoving her fake tits in my face while she was cleaning up the soot from my face. I was so happy to see her and Liz was so shocked, she couldn't believe what had happened to her house. Michael got a slap from her for being so careless and then she sort of sank in to depression. Then Michael got his face kicked in by Maria, who he cheated on.

Wow, and I thought I was bad.

I got us back to my old apartment, still not much talking from Liz. She's so quiet these days. I even offered her to use my body for pleasure but she just shunned me again as usual.

Today, I'm gunna make Liz talk to me. Even if I have to be rough on her.

I see her by the window. She's staring out and I know she's sulking. "Liz." I reach for her arm; I'm so close to her that I can literally hear how deep her breaths are. She's sad.

She let's me touch her and for a moment, I hesitate. I've never done this before but my body seems to have a mind of its own. I take her into my arms. I hug her.

Since when do I hug women? I don't even hug my own mother. Well I'll take that back. I do.

Liz sniffs and wraps her arms around me, burying her face into my shirt. "I'm sorry."

That's the first two words she's said without answering any of my questions. I am a little relieved. "What for?" I asked. I hope she's not blaming herself for something she didn't do.

"Everything." She said and pulled back. "Max, I'm a mess. Why do you want to be with me?"

I blink in confusion. Why do I want to be with her? Hello, has she forgotten about our contract? I never go back on my word. "Liz, we made a deal..."

"I can't be asked anymore. If you want to go, go. Just kick me out and I'll accept it." Liz cuts me off.

Damn, are those tears in her eyes?

"No!" I answer. "I am not letting you go that easily." I cup her cheek with one hand and stroke it, I don't know where this is all coming from but it feels good to be the one to comfort someone. I feel good. At the same time I feel like shit because Liz wants to give up on us. I can't let that happen. I won't let that happen. I will convince her that staying together is for the best. I hate being alone. That's the truth.

I have Liz sleeping next to me, I so like it. I usually hated sharing beds. I usually went for quick fucks and never invited sluts home. But I love the change in my life; I didn't feel so alone anymore.

"We don't have a lot of time left together but I will be damned if I let you go again." I told her, she smiles a little and doesn't know what to say.

"Please, don't go." My voice literally falters.

I take her back into my arms again and stroke her hair. "Don't go."

*****

Liz slides into the tub, she lets out a little mewling sound when the hot water comes into contact with her naked skin. I swallow and get in with her. It was my idea we try out the hot tub. It's brand new and I've never used it yet. I thought it would be a good way of us both communicating.

With a little bit of Maria's help, yes I called her. I don't know how to handle women and I needed some help. Maria warned me to be a gentlemen or she'd cut my balls off herself. I can't blame her, she got cheated on. That must be the worst thing that could happen to anyone in a relationship. I just hope she recovers quickly.

Michael was a jerk; an ass, just like me. Well I'm trying to treat women better now, I do get the occasional butt slaps and winks from those sluts I did before but I try to ignore them. If they weren't so constantly in my face all the time-

"Max, I love it." Liz moans, titling her head back to rest it against the side of the tub. Her neck is more exposed and so are her breasts. Damn.

The bubbles part to reveal those pert nipples. Suddenly, my thoughts turn dirty. I want do more then just stare at those tits. I'm so hard now; I think that was part of the plan. Hot tub sex, I know we both needed it.
My hands glide over her breasts, she hisses under my contact and I lean closer. My tongue swiftly darts out and sweeps around her nipple. She threads her fingers in my hair; wanting more.

"You like cheese popcorn." I whisper, remembering some things about her. We promised to play this game, if I get things right about her, I can touch/finger/make love to her. We haven't actually gotten round to playing that game but we're going to play it now.

"What?" She gasps and I close my mouth over her nipple for one second and then say something else. "You love cookie dough ice-cream, the Ben and Jerry's brand."

My tongue slides against her breast, she's so damn soft.

Liz squeezes her eyes, gasping for air. "Right." She approves, while I squeeze her other breast. She loves that.

"You hate waking up in the mornings. You love breakfast in bed and you enjoy full body massages; the Swedish kind." I pepper her breasts with kisses. I stop at the nipple and suck hard in one swift second.

I place my palm against the other breast and rub firmly against it, just the way she likes it. My fingers start to massage her tit; I can tell she's getting wetter and wetter for me. That's what I want, to easily slide into her and get lost in her. The more wet she is, the better.

"You can't cook but you love making pizza. You prefer to eat out at Mexican and Italian food. You hate Chinese food and you never tried salad." I too was surprised. Liz had never eaten salad in her whole life. Assuming by her skinny figure, I thought she was a salad lady.

"You work out five times a week at the Burberry gym. You love to swim."

I switch the breasts; I'm sucking the other one now and massaging the one I had sucked. She nods, letting me know I'm right about her. "You would love to travel around the world but you've never been because you wanted someone to experience it with you." I whisper, before taking her nipple into my hot mouth.

I'm so turned on; my cock is touching her as I fondle her beautiful tits. I don't care, I want her to know how much I need her right now. She seems to like it and wrapped her small hand around me, marvelling at how big I am. How hard I am just for her.

"Oh." She lets out a soft moan when she's almost there.

Just a few strokes more and she's reached her orgasm. I stop caressing her boobs and I watch the pleasure write itself on her face. She's a soft moaner and that's what I love about her. She actually makes me cum with her, well almost cum. I hold myself back. The only place I wanna cum is inside her. It's so much sexier.

She lifts her head up and smiles now. It's a big smile. "Thank you."

I smile in pride, I love making her cum. It's so good for my ego. I'll never get rid of it no matter what. My fingers are now over her clit, I'm so surprised to feel how swollen she is for me. Her labial lips have swelled and it's begging me to slide my dick in there, she's so ready for me that my cock replaces my fingers. I can't help it; I want to so do her now.

I lift her up and impale her on my cock. She fits around me so tightly, it drives me nuts. She can't help herself either and starts riding me like a crazy horse rider. I help her. The water slows down our movements but Liz is taking what she can get. As long as my cock slips in the rhythm she's set for us. She's digging her feet on the bottom of the tub, frantically riding my joystick.

"Urgh.." Liz moans, moving her hips so her G-spot is met with my cock.

"Lizzzzz."

I feel her clit rub against me and I help it to keep it that way.

The moment is like a fast wave of euphoria, our flesh rubs, going in and out and then we both shudder. I flood her walls with my seed and she shudders against me, clenching her muscles to take my seed in deeper. I groan her name out, she does the same.

Our eyes lock, we see each other. We hold on to each other and come down from our high together.

"Wow..." One of us breaks the silence. "That was quick."

****

I want your loving
And I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your loving
All your love is revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Liz is sitting at the computer, surfing on Facebook. I forgot to mention that she adores Lady Gaga's songs, she always has them on full blast. I really don't like the Lady myself or her freaky way of dressing up. Man, did you see her at the VMA awards! Some freaky shit going on there. I really do not know what Liz sees in that lady.

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-Roma-ma-ah!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

I want your horror
I want your design
‘Cause you’re a criminal
As long as your mine
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love

Liz starts to sing and she has a nice voice which reminds me....

I go on Facebook via my phone. I start sending her messages on the online chat. I sit on the bed, a few feet away from her as I type away.

Me: When will u start singing again?

She types away on the computer, totally unaware that I'm right behind her.

Liz: Soon. I've been 2 wrapped in u lately (wink face)

I grin and reply.

Me: When's soon? (razz face)

Liz: Very very soon my sexy prince.

She just called me a sexy prince. Nice.

Me: How about now? Miss Bad Romance?

I love my words even better. She stops typing, turns around and looks at me. The music ends, thank god! and she is staring at me with the biggest grin.

"How long have you been sitting back there?" She asks, I log off Facebook and get off my phone.

"A while." I confess.

She nods.

"I must admit, your taste in Gaga music is really...strange." I am not a fan of her music and I don't think I'd ever be. She freaks me out. Yes, men like freaks in the bed but she goes over the top.

"She's a great singer. I love how she stands out from the rest." Liz returns, coming to Lady Gaga's defence. "Don't be mean, she has a wicked sense of style."

"Yeah." I nod, playing along. "Razor glasses and lace body suit. Not to mention the face suit." I snort.

"Stop it." Liz laughs. "You are so shallow."

"Am I?" I stand up from the bed. "And I guess you're so deep." There is pun intended, I always make sexual innuendo’s. I love it.

She gets me and blushes. "Max, I just got showered and cleaned. Please do not get me doing the dirty again." She bits her bottom lip, "At least without knowing the truth." Her voice changes, it's much lower like a light whisper. She looks upset, guilty and I fear that depression coming back.

"Liz...what's the matter?" I didn't get around to finding out the truth, I feel this salty acidic feeling churning in my stomach. It's not about the fire, it's about something else; something that would even upset me. I just hope it's not that bad because now from feeling happy and carefree, I feel scared and almost upset.

"What is it baby?" Okay, baby might not have been the word I should have used but I was tongue tied, seeing Liz getting all serious again.

I hate the anticipation.

"Promise me that you're not gunna hate me for it Max." She tells me, by the look in her eyes, it is something seriously upsetting.

A/N: Song used is Bad Romance by Lady Gaga

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Chapter 15

Liz's POV

Oh. My. God.

If you had told me that I'd be standing here in one point of my life- a year ago, about to tell Max Evans the biggest secret I've ever kept- I'd laugh at your face.

But now, things are different. I didn't plan that one fateful day where Max would go to the same club I first performed at. I did not plan that the whole sex slave thing and I sure as hell was not counting on him to uphold his part of the deal.

I thought I'd move on, become a singer and get married to some hot actor who closely resembles Depp or Cruise. But here I am, in front of Max with my mouth wide open-about to tell him the truth which I had believed I'd take to the grave.

Yes I was so mad and hell-bent on keeping this secret. If Max didn't know about it himself, he'd find out if he ever found his soul mate.

I think it's time to let the cat out of the bag.

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I'm married.

I've been married to Max for a long time.

Dun dun dun.

I tell him and he staggers back, like I've just turkey slapped him in the face. Max just stares at me for a moment. He cannot comprehend what I've just told him so I repeat my words again.

"We're married, Max."

He opens his mouth. He closes it again. He opens and then closes it.

"Well?"

He swallows. He lifts one eyebrow. "You're kidding?"

I wish I was. But I'm not. I am telling the truth. I thought I'd be telling him this when I had found someone else to get married to or if Max finally found someone to settle down with.

I release my baited breath. "Max. I'm telling you the truth. I got our marriage certificate if you don't believe me-"

He cuts me off. "When was this? When did we get married?" I know he's trying to remember, but it's no use. He was drunk as hell when he signed those papers. I wasn't.

"Three days before our actual wedding day where you left me at the altar." I answered coolly. I would always hate that day.

He looks distraught. He looks hopeless and lost. "I wish I could remember." He frowned.

"I wish you could too." I had to be honest. "But I knew you would never remember because right after we left the reception, you passed out. I was just too happy being married to you and then when you woke up the next morning....you had no clue. You just acted as if things were normal. It really hurt Max so I was hoping to tell you on the day we took our vows in front of everyone but you left so I just kept that secret to myself."

"Why?"

"Because-" I hate how immature I sound when I say that one word. I literally cringe at it. "I wanted to have something to hold on to you. I guessed if I was your wife even if you didn't know about it, it would give me a peace of mind. I would be happy and it would heal me because even if you didn't marry me in front of everyone else, I was still your wife." After blurting the truth out, I shut my mouth. I think I've talked enough for now.

I don't want to confuse him even more.

I know I sound like a deranged bitch but I honestly don't regret telling him the truth earlier. It did help me to heal a bit because I was so broken when he left me at the altar. I was literally in bits. I thought I had gone crazy. It was so humiliating. I had to have something to keep me sane and it was that secret.

Max laughs. "I guess you've found out what a shit life I could give you then."

I hold my breath and keep my silence. He continues to laugh.

"All this time, I thought I was guilty for not marrying you when you kept this secret. I've been a married man for quite some time and I had no idea about it." He snorted. "I guess we're even." He narrows his eyes at me and sneers.

Hang on a minute- if anyone has the right to be mad then it's me. I'm the bride who got ditched at the altar. He's the prick whose been fucking bitches without a toss while I've been picking up the pieces of my shattered life. I should be the one who’s mad. I've been a victim in this mess. I was the one who was foolishly in love.

I was the one who had offered up everything I had to the man I loved only to get it thrown back in my face.

So yes, I am the one who should be mad. Not him.

"We'll never be even." I told him. "What you did to me is irreversible. People will always remember that day. It's like an anti-anniversary." I sound bitter.

"I don't care what people think." Max replied smoothly. "I never have. Maybe you shouldn't either."

I've always hated the fact that Max could do such a notorious crime but never care about it. Even if the press tried to ruin his reputation, he just brushed it off like it was nothing and it added to his reputation. People loved it that he did not give a damn about their opinions. He was like this untouchable hero who was very tainted inside. He was respected.

As for me, I always looked over my shoulder. I was always scared about what people thought of me. I was an ultimate people pleaser and I tried so hard just to be what I thought everyone expected me to be. If I had half the fame that Max had then I would feel a lot better then how I was feeling now.
I still feel like some unwanted bride.

"I'm not mad at you." He finally says. His tone is softer. "Because if I wanted to get married, I would only marry you. I just-" He grabs his hair and looks disturbed. "I wasn't ready that day...I never make false promises. I've always been straight with people Liz. With those women I slept with...I made it clear what I wanted. Just sex." He shakes his head.

"When I was up there with you, I realised I was about to make the biggest mistake of my life. To marry you and not be a great husband was.....I would be breaking a promise. Yes I take risks but I will never hurt innocent people on purpose. To give you that awful day was better then giving you a pathetic lifetime of pain. I wasn't ready to be a husband. I honestly took you for granted and didn't bother getting to know you. You were just some girl in my life that I kept on the side. I didn't know what to do with you so I left before I could hurt you even more."

I feel like laughing.

I never expected to hear those words. I don't think I want to hear them.

But I had to.

Just like he had to know the secret I've kept.

I feel a burden lift of my shoulders, we've finally come clean with each other.

"That's the past Max." I take a deep breath. "I really want to focus on the future. We do we go from here? After the deal...do we part ways or do we stay together and make this work. Because if you want to divorce me- I'm ready for it. We never had a real marriage anyway and you're right. You did make a shitty husband."

My eyes are droopy at this moment. I'm so tired.

Who knew telling the truth could take a lot of energy out of you?

Max chuckled. "Thanks."

"But you also made a great friend." I let him know. I did not feel lonely in the past nine months, I really felt happy; I've probably not been the happiest of my life but I was happy.

"I feel the same way too Liz." He said, his breathing becomes shallow. I think he's feeling sensitive right now. Wow...that's a first. "I want to make this work...I really do. I want to be your husband and your friend."
He has no idea what his words do to me.

Because now it's all clear.

I was always in love with Max Evans.

Always.