By the time I got home, I had the biggest headache. My mom talked my ear off about settling down. I didn’t want to tell her that I had potentially found the one until I had done a little background check on my beauty. I just wanted to know what I was up against, like—was she in love with that fuck? What were her favorite things to do? I didn’t want to go in unprepared. The feeling she created on the highway that day had my mind and body craving more.
It wasn’t until Wednesday morning that I got anywhere in my quest to learn about her. The report read like an open book into the life of Alexandria Davis.
Chapter 3—Max
As I read her file, I was intrigued. The more and more I learned about the pretty Miss Davis, the more I wanted to make her mine. I didn’t mean for just one night. I meant for all nights until I had no more nights left. She was going to be the one.
She was an only child and had come from a middle-class family on the South Side of Chicago. She had gone to public school, followed by college at the University of North Texas. What amazed me was that she had gotten in on a full ride. So she was a brain; I liked that. That would work just fine. She hadn’t had many boyfriends over the years. That was another plus, granted I didn’t expect her to be pure, but I didn’t want her to be a pro. The mother of my children should have some respect for herself. Just the thought of her sleeping with her boyfriend made me fucking ticked off.
What had made me madder was that I hadn’t heard from her yet. I had been waiting nearly a week since I told her to call me when she dumped the loser, but nothing. My intercom went off. “Sir, there is a Mr. Douglas here to see you.” Oh shit, I forgot about my next meeting. I had spent the last hour going through her file. “Please, Patricia, send him in.”
My meeting seemed to last forever. I had heard enough of the man’s proposal and told him I would review it. I rose from my desk, a signal of course that it was time for him to go, and like a good boy, he followed suit. I didn’t have time for anything else when I had Alexandria on my mind.
I called the mechanic shop where our cars had been taken. I didn’t want them sent to where the boyfriend worked or the prick cousin worked. I wanted my people to work on them. My guys were the best to work on our cars. Also, I wanted an excuse to get in contact with her once the cars were done. My mechanic, Lance, had left me a message when I was in the meeting with Mr. Douglas.
“Lance, are the cars ready?” I was excited. It was my chance to see her again.
“Yes, Mr. McCain, they are. I know you asked that they not be released until you had given your ‘okay,’ sir, but the owner of the vehicle stated he needed it this morning, and I couldn’t refuse him. I have already dealt with the insurance companies and it was all squared away financially, so there was nothing I could hold the car on. Sorry.” Damn it. I was going to have to make an excuse to see the eye doctor this week.
“No, it’s no problem. Thanks, Lance. It’s legally his car, so I understand.” I understood, but I was frustrated anyway.
I hung up with him and called Dr. Phelps and Dr. Reeves’s office.
“Dr. Reeves and Dr. Phelps’s office. How may I help you?” She sounded sexy as fuck on the phone, all breathy and needy.
“Alexandria, I could answer that question in so many different ways,” I said suggestively.
“Mr. McCain, I hope there are no side effects from the procedure.” Good. She remembered my voice.
“Now, Alexandria, I appreciate your concern, but I was expecting to hear from you sooner. Why haven’t you called? I am assuming you haven’t dumped the boyfriend. You must really love him, marking his neck and all when he so rudely interrupted our conversation on Thursday.” I was pissed that she had given him a hickey. They were probably fucking when it happened. I haven’t had one of them since my first girlfriend in tenth grade.
“What do you mean marking his neck?” She truly sounded upset.
“Sweetheart, the man had a hickey just at the edge of his collar.”
“That wasn’t a hickey. He burned himself working in the shop the other day.” Seriously, was she that naïve, or did she love him that much to overlook the obvious?
“Oh, sweet Alexandria, that was a hickey, my dear. So I assume it was not you who left it?”
“I don’t want to talk about it. Is there something you needed?” I guessed she did have suspicions about where he really got it.
“Yes, I need to see the doctor for a follow-up, but I had been so carried away with your beauty that I had forgotten to schedule it.”
“You just missed Dr. Phelps yesterday, and he will not be in until next week. Let me see when Dr. Reeves will be available.” She put me on hold, and I was irritated. She must have not wanted to talk to me.