Page 39 of Secret Confession
Maximus shakes his head at me, his cocky smirk growing. “He knows better than to try that.”
I can’t help but smile at how sure he sounds, and when I turn back to Marcus, he seems to have deflated a little, his anger seeping out of him. He points to where my hand sits in Maximus’.
“What the hell is this? Is it just sex?”
I look over at Maximus to find he’s already staring at me, both of us waiting for the other to answer. The truth is, we’ve spent the last three months purposefully avoiding using any sort of label, or declarations of what this might be, as we didn’t want to ruin what we have.
But the longer time has gone on, the more I’ve wanted to have this discussion. I want to know how he feels, because I know I am irrevocably in love with him, and I need to know if he feels the same.
The problem is… I’m too much of a fucking coward. If I tell him how I feel, and he doesn’t reciprocate, then everything will come crumbling down around us, and I’ll lose the best thing I have in my life.
If I don’t tell him how I feel, he can’t reject me. It would mean I’m potentially wasting my time with someone who doesn’t see any future for us, but there’s a partof me that’s willing to risk that for what I have with Maximus, even if it will cause a broken heart.
Needless to say, I’ve thought of numerous different scenarios where we might have this discussion, and not one of them involved Marcus—who is just standing there watching us as we stare at each other, waiting for the other to speak.
Maximus squeezes my hand and gives me a bright smile as he pulls in a ragged breath before turning to face his son. There’s something in Maximus’ eyes that I can’t quite determine.
“It’s not just sex. It may have started out that way, but for me, it’s become more than that,” Maximus says, sounding completely sure of his answer.
When he turns to me, I finally realise that what I saw in his eyes a moment before was acceptance. He’s admitting how he feels about me to the person he loves the most in this world—his son—and he’s willing to face the consequences.
I can’t stop the shit-eating grin from taking over my face. “It’s the same for me,” I tell Maximus, and the resulting smile he gives me is blinding.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m going to be in therapy for years because of this,” Marcus mutters, groaning loudly as he runs his fingers through his dark hair, pulling on the stands at the end.
Maximus tuts at him. “Stop being dramatic.”
Marcus then turns to me, his expression turning serious as he stares at me intently. “You have to tell Miles. I can’t lie to him, or keep this from him.”
“You can’t force her to do anything,” Maximus snaps at his son, possessively taking a step closer to me, like he’s trying to protect me.
I place my free hand on Maximus’ chest as I look up at him. “I want to tell him. I don’t want to hide this anymore. If that’s okay with you?”
Maximus reaches over and places his hand on my cheek, his thumb soothing over the skin in a calming gesture as he smiles at me. “Of course it is, Little Lamb. He’s your family. We have nothing to hide.”
Hearing that he doesn’t want to hide our relationship, and that we can finally take what we have public, it makes my stomach flutter with excitement, and I can’t keep the grin off my face.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I tell him, lost in the bubble of just the two of us.
Our little bubble bursts when Marcus slams his hands over his ears, shouting loudly at us. “No. Nope. No fucking no. I didn’t hear anything. I need to leave now so I can bleach my ears and my eyes.”
I can’t help but chuckle. Marcus is normally so stern and put together. I’m actually kind of enjoying freaking him out so much, and watching him fall apart at the thought of his dad having a sex life.
“Marcus,” I call out loudly, trying to get his attention since he still has his hands over his ears. When he finally removes them, I dial my volume down to a more reasonable level. “Can you give me a couple of weeks? I want to do it right with Miles.”
He lets out a huff, but nods. “Fine, two weeks,” he says. Then his hard stare softens, and he asks, “Are you happy?”
I don’t even pause to think, I nod straight away. “Very happy.”
Marcus lets out a long, resigned sigh. “Fine,” he says, before turning to look at Maximus. “Don’t ruin this. I’ll be back in the morning. We can have a meeting in your office… Where there will be no sex. I need to be in a room without wondering if you’ve had sex in there.”
Flush spreads across my cheeks as I remember the time I gave Maximus a blow job while Marcus and Miles were in the office at the same time. Not to mention the numerous other occasions that we’ve fucked in his office in between meetings.
Maximus squeezes my hand, no doubt telling me it’s best we don’t burst Marcus’ bubble, and to let him have this one thing. Before either of us can reply, Marcus turns on his heel and leaves, slamming the door on his way.
I turn to Maximus, who is chuckling at his son’s dramatics, and suddenly I’m feeling much more shy than before. “Are you okay? With people finding out, I mean?”
I breathe a sigh of relief when Maximus nods his head straight away. “This may have accelerated the timeline, but it’s what needed to happen.”
