The next morning, there was still no word from Max. I ate breakfast, but I couldn’t tell you what it was or what it tasted like since all I could think about was the fact that he thought I wasn’t worth the effort. Not that I expected him to do so, but as I thought about him last night, I couldn’t help but picture us together living a nice romantic and loving life. I pictured a man I didn’t really know and who probably had no need for that in his life, but what did you expect from a nearly twenty-two-year-old virgin?
I got ready and waited for Dean to show up. Once he came, we went to the store for my mom, and he was helping me put away the groceries when the doorbell rang. My dad was about to go on duty at the same time since Dean was shadowing him. All of the sudden, I heard shouting and what I thought sounded a lot like Max. Goodness, my mind and ears must have been playing a trick on me.
Chapter 7—Max
“Can I help you?” This was obviously her father. He looked just like the picture that was in the file. He didn’t seem too friendly.
“I am here to see Alexandria.” I stood tall. He wasn’t going to intimidate me.
“You piece of shit. Are you fucking insane to come here after what you did to her? I ought to kill you right now. Get the fuck off my porch, and stay the fuck away from her.” He was going to shove me off the porch, but I stepped back.
“I think you are mistaken,” I said, pissed off.
“The hell I am. Your Texas accent and busted knuckles—you used your fists on my little girl. You have ten seconds to get gone, or I will forget that I am a law-abiding official.” He reached for his gun.
“Officer Davis, I am not that sorry excuse for a man that touched your daughter. I am Max McCain. Your daughter and I just met last week, and I came to make sure she is well.”
Another officer walked to the front door, and this dude was as big as me, about six four and about two hundred and twenty pounds of muscle.
“Jack, is this the bastard?” he asked her dad. Then the buff ass turned to me. “You touched someone who was not yours,” he snarled out, ready to strike.
Then from out of behind him came Alexandria. I instantly ignored the beefed-up police officer. My girl looked like she went three rounds with Mayweather. “Alexandria, I should have killed him.”
“Max, what are you doing here?”
Did she think I was going to just settle for her lame excuse and ignore our attraction? “I told you I was coming. I keep my promises—always.”
I looked at what she was wearing, and my cock sprang to life. She had on a cute little summer dress with a little sweater over it and some sandals. She reached for the other jackass’s arm and put her hand on it. Damn. That did not sit well with me. Her father eyed my reaction and didn’t approve.
“Dad, Dean, this is not Trevor. This is Max McCain. Dad, the one who sent me the voicemails yesterday.”
“I remember, sweetheart. I just didn’t expect a man who you said was a billionaire business owner to come here sporting freshly busted knuckles.”
“Oh my God! Max, what happened to your hands!?” Instantly, she let go of that jerk and grabbed my hands. Damn, I was going to get my ass kicked if I didn’t behave right now.
“I dealt with the pussy. It’s nothing in comparison to what happened to your face, my beauty.” I reached for her and caressed her face. I didn’t care who was watching, apparently. I pulled her into me. “Please tell me you are okay, baby.”
“I am fine. I just don’t know why you came all the way here.”
“You don’t?” Both cops said at the same time, and we turned to them.
“Well, don’t let us interrupt,” the young ass said.
“Sweetheart, a man doesn’t travel across the country just to say hi,” her dad added, then directed his next words at me. “Mr. McCain, I want to have a talk with you tomorrow at eleven in the morning. Understood? By the way, if she has so much as another scrape on her, you will turn up missing.”
“Alex, it was good spending the morning with you. Let me know if you want to hang out together another time,” the ass said with a smile.
“She won’t, but thanks for looking after my girl for me. Now, don’t do it again,” I said brusquely.
“Max, don’t be mean. First, I am not your girl, and Dean is still getting over his breakup.”
“Fine. I apologize for my rudeness, and Alexandria, you will be my girl and so much more, so you might want to get used to it.”
I turned back to her father and said, “Sir, I’ll just be having a conversation and lunch with your daughter and maybe dinner as well. You can call her at any time. Here is my card as well.” I pointed to my main number on the card. “I can be reached at this one here the fastest. This one is the number to my assistant. I understand your concern and await our conversation tomorrow.”