Control Me(36)

Fuck, I need to gain some control.

She searched my eyes. “Ready when you are.”

Fuck it. I had to kiss her, and I didn’t give a shit if we had an audience. I framed her face with my hands and smothered her mouth in a blistering kiss.

We were interrupted by Milan. “Ah-hem, do you think you guys can take this elsewhere? I mean, some of us are still here, you know? Or are X-rated public displays of affection your thing, Max?”

“Milan!” Jada screeched at her, mortified at her suggestion.

“What? You’re just lucky the oldies have left or gone to bed and it’s just us young ones here.”

“Don’t worry, we are out of here. And you, two,” I said, pointing at Mia and Milan, “I don’t want either of you coming around tomorrow at all. The day is mine to spend with Jada, so go find some other friends to play with for a change.”

With that comment, I dragged Jada with me out the door and ushered her into the car, desperate to get her home and in my bed. If I even made it that far.





CHAPTER SEVENTEEN


JADA

We drove the short distance home in complete silence; I was tired, on edge and horny as hell. I was dying to get out of this dress and take these three-inch silver stilettos off. They are fine for the catwalks, but standing up in them all night has been a bitch.

“What’s wrong, Princess? You’re awfully quiet. Cat got your tongue? That would be a first for you,” Max teased.

I gave him a filthy glare and turned to face him.

“You confuse the shit out of me sometimes, Max, honestly!”

“And why do you say that, babe?” He arched his eyebrows. “I’ve been so nice to you all night, there’s no reason to complain. From the moment I saw you tonight in that stunning dress, which showed off your gorgeous body and way too much skin for my liking—and those legs? Fuck, those legs of yours, Princess, they are my downfall—my dick was rock-hard when I saw what you were wearing, and it fucking hurt!”

My pulse quickened.

“All night at the party, all I could think of was taking off that flimsy dress and taking my time to enjoy every inch of your warm, smooth, beautiful body.”

“See what I mean!” I interrupted him, throwing my hands in the air and slamming them down on my lap. “One minute you tease me and the next minute, you’re trying to smooth-talk your way into my pants!”

He stopped and swerved the car in front of the Resort. I could see his nostrils flaring; he was furious. “Get out of the car, Jada. Go upstairs to the penthouse while I park.” Before I opened the door to leave, he snagged my arm firmly in frustration and growled at me, “I’m not putting up with your bullshit insults tonight, got me? And I expect you to be on the bed completely naked, waiting for me!”

“In your fucking dreams, you dickhead!” I yelled at him, pulling my arm free and slamming the door viciously.

I stormed off in a huff. God, he made me so angry. Who the hell did he think he was, telling me what to do? Wait for him naked on the bed, as if I’m some sex slave or something. By the time I reached the penthouse, I literally could not feel my feet. Damn, I should have taken them off in the car; now I’ve probably got blisters.

As I trudged up the stairs toward the bedroom, I thought about my impulsive behaviour in the car. Did I regret calling him a ‘dickhead’? Shit yeah, I did! God, I can be such a bitch sometimes; now I’ve probably gone and made him even angrier. Great, just what I need after an exhausting day, an angry Max. I want the gentle and sweet Max I’ve seen on the odd occasion. Well, I’ve got no hope in Hell of seeing that side of him tonight.

When Max walked in, I was standing barefoot in front of the dresser, taking off my earrings and pretending to make a fuss over my hair. I didn’t want to look at him; I couldn’t. I would do anything right now just to avoid having to speak with him; talk about awkward.

“So, I see you’re still angry with me? I thought maybe you would have calmed down by the time you got up here.”

I didn’t answer him. I didn’t even look at him; if I did, I think I was going to break down and cry.

“Jada, please turn around and look at me. Please, babe.” Shit, now he’s the nice Max again. I just can’t cope; he confuses the fuck out of me.

“I…I…I can’t do this Max,” I whimpered, still not meeting his gaze.

“Please turn around and look at me, babe. Please.”

I turned and stepped closer to him so I could read his eyes. Oh, damn. All I could see was heat and passion and hunger for me, but why?

“Why what, babe?” Shit, did I say that out loud? Holy crap! I’ve got to pull myself together and get a grip on things here. I’m strong. I’ve been through hell and I survived. I can do this.