After pulling up on the juiced up Kawasaki to Maxx's mansion, a crowd of beautiful women flocks towards me admiring the bike and my sexy self. Gotta admit this pregnancy glow is doing wonders for my attractiveness. I was constantly getting asked out by guys and girls alike.
Not that I was complaining.
Any other day, I would have eagerly narrowed down the crowd to the most attractive girls and spent the night going back and forth from one to the other. But tonight was different.
I was on a mission.
Besides, I'm pretty content with the two relationships I have now and for some reason the idea of fucking around with another person felt...wrong.
Which is a very unusual feeling that I don't even want to think about.
I waved off the attention and walked into the mansion on the hunt for Maxx, eventually finding him by the pool, only wearing his tight boxers and a loose silk kimono.
"You made it!" Maxx exclaimed as he turned to me and I instantly acknowledged the fact that this was a bad idea.
He's trashed.
"Yeah, I figured-"
I'm cut off when he grabs my waist and kisses my lips, the taste of alcohol still on his breath, which I'm pretty sure was mixed with an illegal substance of some kind. Fuck, he's been clean for 7 months. I thought he was finally getting better but I guess I didn't know him as well as I thought I did.
He pulls away and looks down at my face with a devilish smirk.
"Sorry. I'm probably not as good as Thomas, huh?" He laughs and I furrowed my brow. He cupped my chin and gently ran his finger over my cheek.
"God, you're so fucking beautiful. Why aren't you mine? What does he have that I don't huh?" He asks and I push his hand away.
I noticed all the people in and out of the pool were staring at us. Some easy whores in the hot tub were even taking pictures so they could probably sell them to trashy magazines and shit to get their fix.
"Can we talk somewhere private? Please?" I asked him and his smile quickly faded. He almost looked sober for a few seconds.
Almost.
"Oh, you want to do that? Now?" He asks and I nodded without words, fearing these fakes he surrounds himself with would overhear.
"Well shit Matty, let's get this over with then," He grabs my hand and pulls me towards the guest house off to the side of the pool. It was away from the main mansion and the rest of the party in the middle of a fancy garden he hired people to take care of for him.
As he squeezed my hand, something in my gut told me this was a very very bad idea. But I shook it off. After all this was Maxx we were talking about and Maxx would never touch me.
After entering the small house, he locked the door behind us and I could feel the tension in the air.
"So you're leaving me?" He asks and I gulped.
The voice that was speaking to me didn't sound like him and he finally turns on a single light. Outside in the dark, I couldn't really see Maxx. I only knew it was him by the color of his flamboyant clothing and the fact he's probably the only guy who would walk around his own party in underwear.
In the light, I could tell that this was not the Maxx I knew and befriended.
This was a monster.
"Maxx...what happened? I thought you were proud of staying sober?" I questioned the pale, skinny, bloodshot ghost of a man standing before me.
"Why does it matter to you? It's not like you ever cared about me anyway. Don't start pretending now," he slurs, walking over to the bar in the corner of this strange little living room we were standing in. He grabs a bottle of Jameson's and pours the dark liquor into a large glass.
"Maxx please, this isn't you," I pleaded as I tried to take the glass from him before he could drink it but he was still stronger than me. He takes a large gulp before slamming the glass so hard on the concrete countertop that it smashes into a million pieces.
"You didn't like the real me, I thought maybe the fucked up one would catch your eye instead," He grunts and I pulled back. Feeling threatened by the dark tone in his voice.
My brain was telling me to run but I couldn't leave him like this.
"What are you talking about? You were my best friend," I tried to coax him and he laughed out loud like he was mentally unstable.
"And you were...you were my everything. But I was just a friend?" He huffed before grabbing the bottle of whiskey and throwing it at me, I dodge just in time. Hearing the crash of the liquor shattering behind me.
"Maxx please, you're scaring me," I begged but he came out from behind the bar and started walking closer.
"I'm scaring you? But you're Matthias Grayson! I thought you weren't scared of anything!" He laughed hysterically, slowly walking towards me.
Closing what was once a safe distance between us.
I tried to look around for something to defend myself but there was nothing.
"Tell me what does he Thomas have that I don't!" He screams and I backed away, with the door behind him I had accidentally put myself in a corner.
"Maxx stop it! Please!" I screamed but he rushed forward, placing his hands on my shoulders and shoving me back to the wall. All I could think about was the baby. I have to protect my baby at all cost.
I tried kicking him and screaming louder but he placed a hand over my mouth and chuckled with a devilish grin. Tears of fear leaking from my eyes, he brushed them away with a gentle stroke of his hand.
"Shhhhh, It's okay," he muttered before his hand slid from my mouth to my neck. He tilted his head forward until his lips touched my ear.
"Because if I can't have you, no one else will..." He whispered and squeezed.
I couldn't breathe as he squeezed tighter and I clawed at his hands, the world started spinning and I tried to kick him but he wouldn't budge.
Fearing the end of my life as well as my baby's, I reached out, yanking at his hair. It distracted him just enough to let me breathe for one second before he gripped my throat tighter.
I couldn't do it.
I couldn't distract his attention away from me.
But there was one person who could.
"MATTY!"
I heard the familiar voice screaming at the top of his lungs and Maxx turned just in time to see catch sight of my savior, taking down the door with his sheer strength. Maxx finally dropped me and I fell to the floor gasping for air as choked out and took in oxygen.
I was just keeping myself together, casting my gaze up to find Thomas and Maxx rolling around on the floor in an intense fight with Thomas winning.
"RUN!" Thomas yelled and I took his advice without hesitating. Running towards the open door and getting out. Hoping he was following behind me as I ran to the pool area where the party was still going on as if Maxx didn't exist.
I only stopped when I reached the edge of the patio and an arm wrapped around my shoulder.
"I thought I told you to run," Thomas says and we quickly make our way through the crowd. Walking fast but not running so we don't draw attention to ourselves. Only speaking when we reached the front car courtyard.
"Are you okay?" Thomas pants, stopping at his car and leaning against it to catch his breath.
"Yeah, I'll be fine," I sighed into his shoulder.
"Good...and t-t-the baby?" His speech started to slur and I looked over to see his face was scrunched up with pain.
"Yes, she's fine. He didn't touch her," I quickly alleviated his stress but he still looked like he was in pain.
"Good...baby...I'm...I'm going to need you to drive," he coughs and places the keys in my shaky hands before collapsing to the ground.
"THOMAS!"
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The title is what I'm sure all of you are saying right now if you like Thomas