Sweetest Torture (Sweetest Kill Book 2) (15 page)

It is becoming harder to get alone
time. Michael has a new associate starting, so the man is charged with guarding
me when Max isn’t around.

The guy gives me the creeps. He is
always watching me, I try to tell Max, but Max just laughs and tells me that,
that is his job.

Still I don’t like him. His name is
Mark, and I choose to stay in my room when Max has to go out.

But then Mark will sometimes knock
on the door to ask if I am okay, and then he will ask me if I am happy, and
then he will ask me if I want to stay.

I always answer his questions as
briefly as possible…yes…as happy as I can be and I don’t know.

And then he always gives me a small
smile, pulls out his cell phone and leaves.

One night, Max and I are lying in
bed and I decide that now is the time to talk to him about what would happen in
the future.

“Max I have a question.”

He’s rubbing my back in slow lazy
circles, while I lay on his chest

“Go for it.” He says

“Do you think we could move away
from all of this ever?”

“What do you mean move away from it
all?” he asks

“I mean, do you think that we could
move away and start a normal life, one where we don’t need guards, where we
don’t have to live within gates, a happy normal life?”

“This is my life Olivia.” He
responds quickly “I am going to take over this life from my dad. You and I are
going to get married and start a family and you are going to be my queen,
Angel.”

I move off of him and look at his
face when I ask the next question

“I want Landon with me.”

His eye brows furrow together, and
then he sits up quickly

“That’s not possible.”

“Why not?” I ask

“Because for I will never raise
another man’s child. I would never raise
his
child.” He’s getting angry

“Why not? That is my baby too.”

“Exactly, a baby you had with
someone who is not me. It won’t ever happen Olivia, don’t ever ask me that
again.”

He stands up, throws on a pair of
sweat pants and walks out the door, slamming it on his way out.

And I cry again. I cry for my son,
and I cry for the man that I loved with all of my heart, who might not have
really loved me as much as I loved him, but one who would never make me choose
a life with him over one with my son.

Who am I kidding? I have no choice
in this matter. I am never going to be Landon’s mom again.

I’ll never get to be Dean’s wife or
Landon’s mom. The two things that I wanted most in this world are no longer
mine.

How am I supposed to deal with
that?

For the first time since we started
having sex 5 months ago, Max doesn’t come back to me before bed.

He always comes in, and holds me
while I sleep. Whispers stories into my hair. Tells me about his day.

I don’t realize how safe that makes
me feel until he doesn’t return.

I knew that asking him to bring
Landon to us might not go well, but I had no way of knowing that it would make
him this upset.

I fall asleep finally after I can
no longer fight it. Thoughts of doom dance in my head. The anxiety of
everything is starting to eat me up.
Max promised me early on that I could have everything I could ever desire, with
the exception of the people that I love. I knew his game at that moment, he
didn’t want me to love anyone but him. He was a selfish man. One that I would
be with for forever. One that wanted my every emotion spent on him and not on
my past.

The next day, I stay in my room. I watch
movies, and lay in bed. Max doesn’t come in, he doesn’t call.

Mark is outside of my door when I leave
to grab something to eat each time. He smiles, nods but doesn’t ask me his
usual questions:

Are you okay?

Are you happy?

Do you want to stay here?

I don’t realize until now, that I
missed those questions. He always has a friendly smile, granted he always
watches me with the same amount of interest and intent as always, but other
than Max he is the only person who will talk to me.

Never when Max is around though.

When Max doesn’t come back the next
night. I decide that I will have to be the one to go to him and apologize.

I’m not sorry for wanting my son. I
will never be sorry for loving him, just like I will never be sorry for loving
Dean. I know that I can’t have Dean. I know that he has moved on and I am
trying to do the same, but my son is a different story. If I can’t have him
with me, I at least want to know how he is doing. I want to see his face, I
want to hear his cries. I just need something of him.

It’s fairly late, the clock on the
side of my bed says it is 1am.

I walk out of my room and turn down
the stairs towards his office. Passing a smiling Max as I go. Does this man
never go home?

Michael’s office is down in the
basement, it’s really nice down there, but I don’t enter unless I need to. He
does things I would rather pretend to not know about.

Max’s office is empty.

I stop and think, it’s late so not
many people are wandering the halls. I decide to go and check his bedroom.

When we started sleeping together,
he moved all of his stuff into the room that we now share. I thought though
that if he was angry enough he might just crash into his room while he stews on
his problems.

His room is down the hall from mine
at the very end. I knock gently on the door as to not wake him if he is asleep.
When he doesn’t answer I open the door and walk in.

His room is set up differently than
mine, you have to walk in and turn the corner to see his bed, mine when you
open the door the bed is a straight view shot.

What I see though instantly makes
me sick to my stomach.

Max has a woman on all fours
fucking her from behind. He’s grunting as he enters her each time.

“Yes Olivia, shit that feels so
good.”

I think at first I thought he was
talking to me, but then I realize he is talking to the girl he is screwing.

The anger that bursts open in side
of me makes me feel so sick to my stomach and so ready to do so many horrible
things to both of these people. I don’t know how to handle it.

Instead I leave the door open, and
march back to my room. Max didn’t notice me standing there. He was too into my
stand in.

I grab a pile of his clothes,
expensive suits off hangers and rip them from the stand. I see the photos that
Max had framed of the two of us together around the room and rip them from the
walls glass crashing against the floor as the fall.

I grab the pile of clothing and
storm back out of my room. Mark is no longer smiling this time when I exit.

I walk straight to Max’s room and
walk up to the side of the bed and throw everything onto the bed and onto the
floor.

Max notices immediately and stops
what he is doing, pushing the girl onto the floor on the other side roughly.
She cries out.

His face is one of anger and
regret. “Olivia.” He starts.

I hold up my hand to stop him

“I understand that I have no choice
but to be here. I understand that you
own
me” I bite the words out to
remind him, to hurt him “but as of this moment, I will never again look at you
the same. Don’t fucking come to me again. You can stay in here and I will stay
in there. Just stay the hell away from me Max.”

The bimbo looks up over the side of
the bed, she’s watching Max for what he will choose to do next in response to
my actions

He’s watching me with sad eyes,
like he is waiting for me to open my mouth and said ‘gotcha, no really I’m okay
with being your slave girlfriend please continue to fuck around on me.’

I look down at my hand at the
expensive and quite large ring that Max bought me a week before Christmas as an
engagement ring. I remove the ring from my hand, which causes Max to let out a
growl.

“Put that fucking ring back on your
finger Olivia.” He snaps

Instead I toss it to the girl “here
you go sweetheart, good luck keeping up with this one. I’m over it.”

I turn around and walk back to my
room. Mark is standing in the doorway

“You asked me if I was happy?  I am
fucking miserable, I can’t hold my son, and I don’t even know if he knows who I
am. You asked me if I was okay, no I am not okay. You asked me if I wanted to
stay here. No, I fucking hate this place, but I have no choice, this is my life
now. I answered you stupid questions, now move the fuck out of my way and stop
smiling at me every time you see me like a smile makes any of this okay. Go
report back to your boss that I have finally lost it. You all win.

Max is storming out of his room and
towards mine.

I cut off Mark from whatever he was
about to stay and slam my door shit and lock it.

Max allowed me to add deadbolts to
my door. I told him that when Michael had his men over for parties, that I
sometimes got scared when they would drift upstairs.

From the pounding on the door, I
think he is quickly regretting that choice.

I’m regretting ever thinking that
he was any different from the man who came before him.

This is what men do Olivia. They
make you love them and then they sleep with someone else.

God I missed Alexis. She would know
what to say to me…

Max tried everything to get me to
talk to him.

He left dozens upon dozens of
flowers at my door.

He bought be expensive chocolates

He left me cards.

He would stand outside my door and
talk to me. I would never utter a single word in his direction.

‘I fucked up’

‘I am sorry’

‘I love you’

‘I still want to marry you.’

‘I need you Angel.’

‘You’re my queen.’

‘I can’t live without you’

‘I won’t live without you’

‘I said you are my queen’

And on it went.

Max had to go away on business last
minute.

For the first time since I was
brought to him, he was leaving me. Not that it should matter, I still refused
to speak to him. He cried like physically cried each time he saw me.

Which made me feel horrible, until
one night I came out to see another girl leaving his room. He didn’t know I
knew about that one.

But he sends me gifts each day that
he is gone.

Mark hasn’t been around either.
Instead I have no one on me. I kind of enjoy that. I walk around and pretend
that I am free. That I am a rich girl walking around my mansion.

I pretend that I am happy.

I am alone for the first time.

And the feeling makes me feel more
fearful.

Max calls me 20 times a day.

I ignore his calls.

He texts me

I need you. I love you. I want you.

I don’t need him.

“I saw the girl in your room the
other day.”

That’s my only text.

He calls 20 more times.

“
I call them all Olivia.”

He thinks that that makes it okay?

I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask
to be taken from my son. Regardless of what happened with Dean since I left, I
didn’t request for Max to give up his life. He just chose to have me, he could
have let me stay.

I won’t raise his child.

‘Do you really love me Max?’ 
I
text

‘
More than anything’
he
responds

‘Then you need to let me go’ -
me

‘
I’d rather die than let that
happen’ –Max

‘I’m not your only girl. Just
let me go home’ –me

‘You are the only girl I love,
you are the only girl who will have my babies and you are the only girl who
will be my wife. I am your home now.’

‘You lie. So you will never be
my home.’

I turn off my phone. I don’t want
to hear his responses anymore.

There’s a gentle knock on my door

Andrea is standing at my doorway.
She comes once a month to ask me if I need anything, clothes, and hygiene
products. Normally I check my bathroom and closet and make a list, to help save
her time but with everything going on with Max I forgot.

“Crap Andrea, I am so sorry I
totally forgot to look at what I have. Give me one second.”

She smiles and comes in and sits on
my bed, while I look through my drawers. I need new underwear. Max has a habit
of ripping them off when we have sex. Which doesn’t bother me, he’s paying for
the replacements. I call out and let her know I need underwear.

She writes it on her list.

I walk into the bathroom

“I need more of that dry shampoo
stuff you got me, I really like it.”

I open up under the sink

“I need more bubble bath, the
pumpkin scented one, I love it.”

I pull the box closest to me out
and give it a shake, I am sure it will be empty.

I am baffled when it is full.

I sit on the floor.

I am quiet for obviously too long
because Andrea comes in

“Olivia, are you okay?”

I look up at her. I can’t speak
“what is today’s date?”

“February 12
^th
, why is
everything okay?”

I think back my period is late. I
should have had it 2 weeks ago.

2 weeks ago I saw Max sleeping with
someone else. It had to be stress.

“I think I need a pregnancy test.”

Andrea’s mouth drops open. I see an
odd emotion play on her face. It almost looks like shock, and worry. Is she
worried like I am that I will be pregnant? Or worried that I might not be?

God please. Please if you are
really up there, do not let me pregnant. I cannot have another baby when I
already have a little boy out there who doesn’t even know who I am. Please.