Page 75 of Invisible String
“It’s fine. Sit,” I say, my voice harsher than intended, gesturing to the chair.
She stumbles, handing me her portfolio.
“I’ve had plenty of jobs and have experience in a front office setting. Mr. Cano?—”
“Call me Max.”
She blushes. “Okay.”
I flip through her resume. She has a lot of experience. I ask her the typical questions you ask in an interview. Since I’m not much for talking or getting chatty with her like she’s trying to be. I tell her I’ll call her and let her know. My assistant usually handles the interviews while I sit and watch.
“It’s been a pleasure to meet with you, Max. I’ve seen your fights on social media. You’re amazing.”
Of course, she has. Now that Carlos let the WBC know I’ll be fighting as an undercard in the next big fight, which is in seven months, my face is plastered all over social media. I’ve fought amateur fights for the WBC several times, but this time, it’s the real deal—my way of moving to the top.
“Thanks.” Gripping the doorknob, I swing it open. “My assistant manager or I will get back to you.” My assistant manager is on his honeymoon. We have so much work, and he decides to take a three-week honeymoon.
Heads turn as she walks off. My other employees act as if they’d never seen an ass.
Closing the door, I return to my computer to see Rainey, but this isn’t enough. I need to see Rainey, not just on screen but in person. I grab my phone and keys.
“I’ll be back, Leo. Send my calls to voicemail and cancel my eleven o’clock appointment. I have somewhere to be.” I wave at him and rush out the door.
“Hey—”
I don’t stop. I push open the double doors and jog to my car.
Fifteen minutes later, I’m at the parking lot of her work.
It’s some crazy shit.I’m nervous as hell. It’s unlike me to feel this way, but with Rainey, it’s always been different. She’s always had that ability to break through the walls I built of steel. I know leaving the way I did was for the best of her, even if it haunted me.
I’d always turn the world upside down for her. My head juts when Rainey walks out of the bakery holding a bag. My heart rattles in my chest. “Rainey,” I shout, opening the car door. She freezes in place, giving me her back. “Rain, can we talk?”
She speeds to her damn nice car. She fishes in her purse for her keys, avoiding me at all costs. Gingerly, I put my hand on her shoulder to the warmth and her familiarity. “Sunshine, can we talk?”
She turns like a snake, ready to charge. “Don’t fucking touch me.” She unlocks the door, opening it, but I slam it shut. “We have nothing to talk about,” she bellows.
I lock eyes with her, and rage twists her face.
“We do,” I tell her.
Her index finger strikes at my chest. “Listen here, Charles. We were a summer fling.”
“Excuse me? Charles?”
“I’ve had a couple of summer flings. I can’t remember your name.” She shrugs. “Russell, Big Daddy, David, Freaky Frank, Max, or Nick. Whatever your name is, we have nothing to talk about.”
She holds her head up, squaring her shoulders. With our height difference, she glances up at me with her pretty little eyes. My thumb presses on her plump lips.
“You want to play games,tesoro mío? You want to act like you don’t know who I am when you yelled my name at the fight the other night? Or when I was buried deep inside you, thrusting until you came apart, screaming my name. What about when your legs shook until you came into my mouth? You moaned my name while your fingers stroked my hair. Should I take off my clothes? Will that help jog your memory?”
She’s silent for a short minute, breathing deeply. “Don’t call me that. I’m not your treasure, and I can’t recall a single thing about you.”
I press harder, tracing the outline of her lips. “Is that what you think? That you’re not mytesoro? What is it? The tattoos scaring you?” I bite my lip. The anticipation of sinking into her lips is killing me. “You are mine, Rainey. You’ll soon find out where your heart lies. Where it always has. I bet you think of me when he fucks you.” I lean to whisper in her ear, “No one knows you like I do. Every part of you.”
She’s about to knee my hard dick, but I step back before she takes me out.
“Fuck you, Max. Fuck you. I hate you with a passion—” Her cheeks are bright red.
