Page 62 of Trust Issues
“Max, I can’t do that. When I’m at work, I’m Kyla Bradshaw…”
“Attorney at law. I know the shtick, Kyle. I want to see you fully own who you are. Not just when you’re by yourself or around your friends. I want to see you own who you are in public. At work.”
I shook my head vehemently and stood up. “I can’t.” That time I said it with a little more bite. Max didn’t back down though. Of course he didn’t. When had he ever let my attitude stop him from saying what he had to say?
“You still haven’t told me why. What happened? And don’t give me that bullshit shoulder shrug.” He pointed at me and I rolled my eyes.
“When I moved away from my ex, I wanted a fresh start. I left the firm I was at and moved to Reston. Of course, I started off doing interviews with my locs. I got turned down too many times with them and I realized shit is a little different in Virginia. One firm wanted me to start the next week but asked me if I was going to continue to keep my hair unkempt or if I planned to fix mysituation.” I let out a bitter laugh and shook my head. “I was tired of that shit happening. Of course, I told them to kiss my unkempt ass but on my next interview, which happened to be with Bill, I wore my wig. Three years later I’m still there.” Max didn’t look convinced. He pushed out a breath and stood to his feet, towering over me and making me lose my breath for a moment.
“I’ve seen plenty of people in Virginia with locs, Kyle. You’re not an anomaly.”
“I never said I was. But are the people that you see with locs lawyers? Do they have to work in an environment that doesn’t consider their natural hair professional? No? Okay then. Let me do what I do, Max. I appreciate the support but I got this.”
He held his hands up and let it go after that. Thank god. I didn’t want to have to keep defending my decision. I knew what I was doing. I did hate having to braid and wrap my locs daily to fit in but I was doing what I had to do to keep my job.
“Do you have court today?” Max asked right before I got ready to leave for work.
“Yeah, I do.” I still had a chip on my shoulder. He could tell. I knew he could. I didn’t veil my emotions much. Shit, with my attitude he’s lucky I didn’t flip everything over and walk out pouting.
“You’re going to kill it,” he told me. “Stop pouting like a baby, Kyle. You know exactly what I’m saying when it comes to your hair. Don’t compromise yourself for anyone. Fuck that. Now, you don’t have to like it but you know I’m right.” He kissed my forehead and sighed. “You’re stubborn as a fucking goat.”
“I learned it by watching you.” I smirked against my better judgment.
“Yeah okay.” I walked past him and he tipped his head to the side. I knew he was looking at my ass and as much as I wanted to roll my eyes at being obviously objectified, it made me tingle.
Max’s big hand came down on my behind with a slap and I yelped with the doorknob in my hand. “You look good as fuck in that suit, Miss Bradshaw.” The pencil skirt and silk blouse I wore hugged every curve I had.
“Thank you. Now, don’t start with me, Max because I need to go put on my wig. The one you hate so much. I haven’t even braided my hair yet. It’s going to take forever but if I hurry I can get it done and not be late.”
“Uh huh,” his voice was gruff behind me as he gripped my hips. I thought opening the door would deter him but it didn’t. Before I could set my foot into the hallway, Max hiked my skirt up and exposed my ass, making me gasp.
“Maxwell!” I hissed over my shoulder.
“I need for you to say that with a little more sex in your voice, Kyle.” He pressed his thick erection against me and I bit my lip. I still tried my best to scurry across the hall. The door was still partially opened. I could make a run for it.
Or at least I thought I could.
Max was strong as fuck.
When I felt the warmth of his hard dick on my bare ass, slapping me over and over again, my traitorous body pushed against him, begging for him to penetrate me. I had things to do though. I wasn’t about to stand there and get fucked against the door. I was going to be late for court.
My body clearly wanted to be fucked up against the door though.
“I hope you have another pair of panties because I’m ripping these.”
“Max I swear to god if you…”
He ripped them.
He actually ripped my goddamn panties.
Why did that turn me on and piss me off so much? I had no idea those two emotions could rage so fiercely inside of me. I wanted to yell at him but I couldn’t. He thrust inside of me and my pussy sighed with relief.
What the fuck was going on here?
“Close the door, Kyle. Unless you want everyone to see me stuffing you full of dick.” A voyeuristic fantasy crept through my mind but I banished it quickly. We werenotliving in a real-life Trey Songz video and I did not need the neighbors knowing Max’s name or that we were fucking.
“Yo, Max. Don’t close the door, hold up.” That was Owen’s voice. Owen’s voice was the last thing I wanted to hear while I was at the front door getting pounded from behind by his brother.
