Bring me to life (The golden collection) (24 page)

             
Why had Maxwell gone cold like that?

             
I looked up at Amy.

             
"Your head is fucked isn't it?" I couldn't of put it better myself. Amy took a sip of her coffee. "Right from the beginning I want to know everything. I want every sordid detail. I want what he said, you said and most of all...." She gave a little wicked smile. "I want to know what Maxwell Thomas looks like naked."

             
I laughed. "Amazing" as I thought back to the night at his place. The first time I had ever seen him naked and the first time he ever said he loved me. Only a week later he took it back broke my heart and now I was in an M&S café being glared at by OAP's

*     *     *

              Monday morning came too quickly for my liking. I had more than the Monday blues. I sat down at my desk. What was I actually doing here? I should of took Blake's advice and called in sick. Then HE would of won. He might of messed me around the last few weeks.              

             
However, I Georgina Elizabeth Dawson was a professional. He could make things as difficult as he wanted to. I was not going to give in to his charms. He could beg to sleep with me and I would be as cold as steel.

             
"Morning Miss Dawson" I looked up and he was standing there; All suited booted and giving me that smile. I couldn't look away. It was that fucking mouth again! I felt my cheeks blush a little and I looked back down. I pretended to go through some paperwork.

             
"Mr Thomas" I croaked. "I'll bring your coffee in soon."

             
"All in good time" He sat down on the edge of my desk.

             
What was he playing at...

             
Did he have some mental problem or had everything just been erased from his memory?

             
"Did you have a nice weekend?"

             
I looked up and my eyes narrowed. Now he was just taking the piss. Guess what two could play that game.

             
"Oh yes" I faked a smile. "Wonderful. I met up with a friend and spent a lovely evening in with Blake." The smile vanished from his mouth.

             
Hahaha...  How did that feel? Taste of your own medicine!!

             
"Glad to hear it. Coffee when your ready" he got up and walked to his office.

             
"Certainly, Mr Thomas" I sang as he entered her office. He closed his door and I collapsed on to my desk. This was going to be harder than I thought!!! I took a deep breath...

             
But I could handle him....

              I closed the office door and leant against it. It was either that or fall on the floor. She looked amazing and I looked a complete mess. I laughed to myself at the thought of what I said.

             
Shit!! I wondered if she thought I had mental problems.

             
I tried to gather myself together but it was harder than I thought. How the fuck was I going to get through today? I told myself it would get easier but seeing her made the hurt worst. I remembered her face when I drove her to the airport. Her crying and pleading to me. Watching her get on the plane and saying  "Maxwell, I love you" had haunted my dreams.

             
Right, I am Maxwell Thomas am the owner of this company.

             
It didn't work.

             
I  was crazy about her. This was more about keeping one's pride. It didn't help that my heart was ruling my head!

             
Allowing her to go and be with Blake was something she wanted. I was no good for her. I was a hard face business man and I didn't need any distraction or drama!!!.....

             
There was a knock on the door.

             
Fuck!!

             
I ran over to my desk and into my chair. I grabbed my phone and put it to my ear.               Another knock.

             
"Yeah!" I called out.

             
Georgina graced the room with a coffee in hand. I began my fake phone call. "Really baby..... Last night...... Good for me too." I looked over at Georgina she placed the coffee on my desk and her eyes were like daggers blazing into me. The look was sexy especially knowing she was giving  my own special knicker combustion smile back at me. My eyes never left hers. "It was hot...Again?.... Tonight, be there. Later baby!" I put the phone down. Georgina gave a little chuckle. "Something amusing Miss Dawson."

             
"No, Mr Thomas" she sweetly said. "Anything else?"

             
"No  that will be all for now" copying her sweet polite tone. She fluttered her eyelashes and left the room. I waited for the door to close and I let out the breath I had been holding in.

             
Why the fuck did I just do that?

             
That was such a childish thing to do! Pretend conversation was such a teenage stunt. No wonder she was laughing at me? I bet she knew what I was doing. I rubbed my hands through my hair. Fuck! What sort  of dip shit was I?

*    *     *

             
I left my office and looked over at Georgina working. "I am just going to my lunch meeting." It startled her and she gazed up. Her eyes focused on my tie. She rose from her desk and walked over directly in front of me.

             
"It's crooked" She said lustfully. She was giving that look again. Her burning desire look. I took in her scent and my insides almost burst. She began to straighten it out. When she was finished she slowly rubbed her fingertip all the way down my tie. Our eyes didn't leave one another alone. I had a craving for her. I was missing my fix. I slowly grabbed her hand and brought it to my lips.

             
"Thank you, Miss Dawson" my lips brushed against her soft skin and she bit her lip in the normal Georgina way.

             
The lift pinged.

             
"Get the fuck away from her!" Boomed a voice.

             
I froze and looked up.

             
Blake was standing holding his camera bag. He looked mad and his free hand was clenched into a fist.

             
"BLAKE!!" Georgina yelled  spinning round to look at him. "What are you doing here?"

             
"I came to give Mr Thomas this" he hissed through gritted teeth. He marched over and threw the bag across the room. "And this!" I felt his fist smash into my nose. It took me off guard that I fell to the floor. I looked up and he was standing over me.

             
The pain was bad and I could taste blood. The little fucker had broken my nose.

             
"What are you doing?" Georgina screamed pushing him out of the way. She crouched down next to me and gave a concerned smile. "I was only straightening out his tie! I'm his PA."

             
"Where in your job description did it say fuck the boss?" My eyes shot up to him.

             
He knew!

             
I gathered to my feet my hand cupping my nose.

             
She told him?

             
Why didn't she tell me?

             
I was in shock and pain. My nose really fucking hurt.

             
Blake grabbed hold of Georgina's wrist. "Get your bag and coat."

             
"NO! You're being unreasonable."

             
"Get your stuff or I will drag you out my your hair.... Now that would be unreasonable." Blake and Georgina stared at one another. Finally she did what she was told.

             
His attention turned back to me. "I will tell you this once... Lay your dirty hands on my girl again, I will hunt you down and make you wish you had never been born." He grabbed Georgina's arm and dragged in the direction of the lift. Georgina looked round. I could read her face. She was scared, worried and she still loved me.

             
And I still loved her.

              I threw my bag over the apartment stormed into the kitchen and opened the cupboard to retrieve my stash. My box was still there. I opened it up and took out the cigarette packet and lighter. Blake slammed the door behind him and followed me over. He slumped down at the breakfast bar. His face was still withholding that angry stony look.

             
"What you doing?" He snapped. I didn't answer. I just lit it up and took a deep inhalation of nicotine. "Will you put the cigarette out!"

             
"Or what?" I exhaled the smoke. "You're going to punch me in the nose too?"

             
He slammed his fist down on the breakfast bar. "I did what I had to do. He was holding your hand."

             
I threw my hands up in rage. What was wrong with him? This wasn't the Blake I knew. He wasn't jealous or possessive or violent. What was with the sudden personality change.

             
Had I changed him into this monster? Was this all my fault?

             
I shook my head. I didn't what to believe it but deep down somewhere I knew this was all my fault.

             
He had no right showing up, hitting my boss and dragging me out. I hoped I wasn't going to get fired. I really loved my job. Not because of Maxwell. I had actually found something I was good at. I could use all the qualifications I had required and I actually knew what I was doing. I know it was selfish but I would never forgive him if he had destroyed it for me.

             
"You didn't have to drag me home?" I carried on smoking my cigarette. "That was really embarrassing!"

             
"It's always about you, isn't it?" He laughed. "You're the one who fucking cheated with your boss. When I come in and catch you holding his hand I'm in the wrong?" He narrowed his eyes. "You're not going back!"

             
We were here again... Him telling me what I could do.

             
"You were out of order" I spat. "This is my career and no one is going to spoil it for me. You will just have to deal with it."

             
"Is this about the job or Maxwell? Maybe this is where you two have your fun?"

             
I closed my eyes only he would turn this into something dirty.

             
"It has never been like that. Maxwell has a strong policy of not fooling around at work. He knows it's over and now he knows you know. I doubt very much he will touch me after your threat." Why wasn't this cigarette helping with my stress? I threw  it into the sink. There was no point smoking it.

             
"Fine!" He said. I opened my eyes in shock. He could  be such a push over sometimes it made me laugh.

             
A voice laughed in my head.
You were angry for him dragging you away. But now you're angry for letting you keep your job.
That was true.

             
"In two weeks time you're going to be my wife!"

             
"TWO WEEKS???" I screamed. I thought he wanted to get married in a month's time. I grabbed hold of the work surface to keep me up.

             
Two weeks??

             
That was quick and not to mention unrealistic.

             
How could you organize a wedding out in two weeks.?

             
I hadn't even told my Dad about the engagement. Now I would have to make a phone call and give both blows.

             
"Two weeks" he said again. "Mum said she will sort everything out. She gave a big donation to the church and they came up with 26th of May. You don't have to do anything but choose your dress and your bridesmaids."

             
"Why is your mum sorting everything? This our wedding Blake and why in two weeks?" I was beginning to pace up and down the length of the kitchen.

             
What was wrong with him?

             
Surely he thought the same as me? Two weeks was just too soon. I wasn't ready to get married. Even the thought of a month filled me with dread... But two weeks! Bloody hell.