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Chapter Sixteen
Max
When she came walking out of the clubhouse I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She is more gorgeous every time I see her. Pulling her onto my lap once we pulled away felt so good. If I could I’d never take my hands off of her. When she mentioned my parents I shut down on her. If possible I’d like to completely avoid them today. I promised Mallory I’d be here, so I am.
I wrap my arm around Izzy, and she winces. “What’s wrong?” My protective instincts kick in, thinking somehow someone hurt her.
Her cheeks get red and she clears her throat before she answers me. “Lucy had me see Doc with her last night. She gets the shot, so she asked him to bring me one too. My arm is sore from it.”
“How long did Doc say until you’re cleared?”
“He said twenty-four hours because I just had my…” Her voice trails off as she looks away from me. “He said twenty-four hours.”
When she gets embarrassed by stuff like this it’s cute. I love that she’s innocent, and not as blunt as the other girls.
“He also gave me a pill to keep us safe from the other night. Lucy said he won’t say anything to Twisted.” Her hands fidget in her lap.
I place my hand over them. “You okay? If this is too much, just tell me. I don’t want to push you into anything you don’t want to do.”
“No, it’s not that. I actually want to again, soon.” She smiles at me.
I can feel the hard-on getting worse; this woman will be the death of me.
“I don’t like lying. I hate it actually.”
My smile falls. “I’m sorry. I don’t know any other way around this. I should be patching in soon, and once I do I’ll claim you. We won’t have to hide anymore.”
Her head rests on my shoulder and I place a kiss on top of it.
When we pull into the parking lot of the center the graduation is being held at I immediately know everyone is looking at us. In a lot full of Mercedes-Benzes, Lexuses, and BMWs my truck looks suspicious. I’m sure some of these assholes think I’m lost. The others know me from before and probably think I have gone crazy and am hooked on drugs. I don’t care about any of them. I’m here for my sister and that’s it.
“Fair warning. Ninety-nine point nine percent of the people here will talk down to you, stare, and just be dicks in general. It’s the reason I left, but I’m used to it.” I get out of the car and walk over to her side. She takes my hand, and I pull her against me, enjoying the way it feels for a minute.
I see her looking at the crowd. All the men are wearing suits and the women are in knee-length skirts and button-up shirts. “Should I have dressed nicer?” She is wearing dark jeans and a formfitting black T-shirt. Jewelry hangs around her neck. Honestly, she looks better than these women ever could.
“No, trust me when I say I don’t want you to look anything like anyone here.” I place a kiss on her lips before taking her hand and leading her into the building. It’s packed and I grab the first couple seats I can find.
Once we sit, I wrap my arm around her shoulder and pull her close to me. She looks over before relaxing against me. “Gotta enjoy having my hands on you every second I can,” I whisper in her ear.
She places a kiss on my chest and even through my T-shirt the contact feels right.
The girl sitting in front of us turns around, and I curse under my breath.Jennifer.
“Wow, Max. I never thought I would run into you again. How are you?” She blatantly ignores Izzy and it pisses me off.
“Fine, hell of a lot happier away from this shithole.”
Her eyes widen at my response, just like I knew they would. “Well, you have been missed.”
“Really? Didn’t seem to miss me much when you were on your back for whoever had the biggest trust fund. Did that plan not work for you?” I hear Izzy gasp against me. She moves to sit up, but I hold her in place.
Jennifer’s eyes glare at me. “Engaged, actually.” She holds up her hand, which is sporting the iceberg that sank the Titanic.
“Poor fucker. He around so I can give him my condolences?”
She’s about to snap back at me when the dean comes to the podium asking everyone to quiet down. Izzy looks up at me with question in her eyes.
“Short story. We were together. She was a whore.”
