Thread 02 (Kissing Booth)
Most of Meera’s weekends were spent with Atlas and Axel. They would either be hanging out together or doing something fun that was kid friendly. This Saturday was different how. She was giving back, and for some reason that was still unknown to her, she’d been roped into being a candidate for her chosen charity’s kissing booth. It definitely wasn’t her idea of fun, but seeing as she was doing this for the benefit of the starving children across the world, she didn’t quite see the point in declining. Giving strangers–wealthy ones–a peck on the lips wasn’t all that bad, or at least that was her initial thought until she saw him standing before her. As per usual, her disposition soured rather quickly. Her brows bunched into a frown and she could feel irritation immediately rising within her. A part of her wanted to ignore him, but she knew she couldn’t, so instead, she folded her arms in front of her and greeted him with a tone that could only be described as annoyance. “What are you doing here, Maxwell?” Though the answer was obvious, she couldn’t stop herself from spewing the query. Why was it that he was always around whenever she was doing an event? He was like a pest that she couldn’t get rid of; always there to annoy her.
It wasn’t that Max hated charities in fact, he was one of the few who donated to all of them and that to in a rather generous figure. It was the events themselves he hated attending, he’d much rather just cut a generous check. Most people assumed because he was always in the public eye that he enjoyed being around crowds and loved attending events, however, it was the opposite. He had no desire to be in crowds for a prolonged period of time, he much preferred his silence and solace. He had arrived a bit after the charity event had began, this year they had switched it up a bit and various booths were set up allowing the public to choose where they would like to contribute. His hazel eyes had survey the various tables and booth set up, all elaborate decorations and with signs that indicated what each were for. He had been idly surveying and observing them as he strolled around until his eyes landed on a very familiar brunette. His amusement growing when he realized she had set up a kissing booth and without wasting a second he had placed himself right in her line of sight. He smirked a bit at her annoyance, which for once was not present on his own features. “For the same reason everyone else is here I imagine?” He feigned innocence, he knew she was asking why he had approached her booth but he purposely dodged if only to rile her up. “Kissing booth huh? Didn’t peg you as the type to let strangers come up and kiss you, how does your boyfriend feel about that, Princess ?” His haze hues trained on her. He’d seen the man at the gala about a week prior, and he didn’t know why but seeing Meera on the man’s arm left a sour taste in his mouth. For reasons he could not fathom, the sight of her clinging onto her the other male had left Max very annoyed for the rest of the night. Perhaps it was because he couldn’t banter with her like he normally did or perhaps because that night she had blatantly ignored him, but that shouldn’t have bothered him to begin with.
Their continuous random meetings felt a lot like a curse to Meera. She didn’t understand why he was constantly here, like a plague attacking her at every angle. It was all getting rather tiresome; the constant fights, the bitter words. She wanted it all to end. Alas, that wasn’t going to happen today because just as she expected, he was here to mock her. It had only been a few seconds since she gazed upon him and she could already feel her anger escalating; blazing within the depths of her soul. There was only one person who could make her feel this way in a blink of an eye, and he was standing right in front of her wearing that smirk that made his features undeniably striking. She hated the fact that despite hating his guts, she couldn’t refute that the man was attractive. Apparently, her hatred didn’t make her blind. It still didn’t mean that she liked him however. No. She loathed him with every fiber of her being. His smart ass answer earned him an eye roll which she was pretty sure he wasn’t even surprised by anymore. “It’s what my charity wanted and why do you care? It’s not like I’m going to kiss you.” She spat back, cringing at the thought of their lips touching. She would rather kiss the most hideous man on the face of the earth than have to lock lips with him. “Atlas trust me. But what would you know about trust? A manwhore like you would never understand the concept.–And I swear if you call me Princess one more time, I’m going to cut off your tongue and feed it to the wolves.” Meera hated the way Maxwell used that word, it was always laced with condescension and abhorrence. She swore those were the only feelings he had for her. Not that she cared what he felt towards her, since she too hated him right back. She did find it amusing that he would bring up Atlas. The last she saw Maxwell was at gala about a week ago, though she didn’t speak to him which she believed had a lot to do with her boyfriend being there. It left her feeling gleeful actually to watch him from afar as Atlas escorted her around; him unable to talk to her. “Now that you’ve had your fun, get out of the way. There are people who are actually here for charity…” She remarked seeing the man behind Maxwell looking impatiently at her nemesis’ back.
It was like an inexplicable need to go hunt her down whenever he realized she was within his orbit. It was as if his body was aware of her subconsciously and demanded he go to her if only to anger her. Max was beginning to think no one seemed to piss her off the way he did, and it was yet another thing he took immense satisfaction from. There was something so inanely attractive about Meera whenever she got so riled up, maybe it was the way her eyes sparkled in furry or maybe it was the sheer fact that despite her denying it over and over, he affected her in some way. Why that pleased him so much he still had no fucking clue. As he made his way over her, his hazel hues raked her curvy form letting his gaze linger on the curve her hips in the attire she was wearing that did her stellar figure wonders. His hand itched to feel those curves and he was sure they would feel as good as they looked. He hadn’t miss the eye roll she gave at his smartass response, “I don’t think you’re in any position to turn me away. Now with the rather generous check I have, what kind of host would you be?” Taunting her some more, he really hadn’t thought about kissing her but now she out right refused him he had no intention of leaving until he got exactly what he wanted. “I imagine your charity would be very disappointed in you if you turned down my generous donation. And we both know you’re too much a good-two shoes to do that.”
Max let out a snort at her words, still eying her with glinting eyes but they darkened slightly at the words. Once again he felt that irritation that he had during that festival when she accused of being a soulless monster and he yet again hated how she got to him. What did it matter what she thought? He never cared before so why were her words rubbing him the wrong way? His ire rising at the mention of Atlas, because he had no desire to hear anything about him. Max was still very much annoyed he hadn’t gotten the chance to annoy her at the gala last week all thanks to her boyfriend. “Somehow I don’t think you have it in you to even lay a hand on me. I don’t know why you don’t like my charming nickname for you. Rather fitting for you isn’t it? Pampered girl, apple of everyone’s eyes. hell, you even got Emmett fawn over you, as much as I hate to admit it.” He told her mockingly but that bit was true because Emmett had been asking Max constantly when he could see her again much to his annoyance. it amused to see her attempts to get rid of him, too bad for her, he was not going anywhere. Max then placed his palms flat on the booth table and leaned over slightly as a clear indication he would not leaving. “Oh, sweetheart” knowing how much she hated that endearment from as well, “I’m just getting started. You might want to deliver what you promised if you don’t want to keep the others behind me waiting. I’ve got all day, Princess.” Keeping his eyes locked on her letting her see the challenge in his eyes. “Unless your scared…what’s that matter? Afraid you’ll be enticed into wanting more?” His hazel eyes darkened slightly as he stared at her.
Meera wasn’t in the mood to play games with Maxwell today. She had work to do, or more like people to kiss, and he was simply trying to provoke her by being here. It still boggled her mind how easily he could pull a reaction out of her. She could be calm one minute and the instant she interacted with him, her mood would shift and she would be pissed off again. The crazy thing about all this was, in spite of his prickly disposition, deep down she did like sparring with him. He kept her on her toes. Each time she did so, the words came out more vicious; filled with loathing and anger. She might not like getting angry with others, but it was actually nice to have someone she could throw her pent up aggression on. Her hostility might’ve stemmed from her parents, from their mistreatment of her. Nothing she ever did was ever good enough. They wanted so little from her, it insulted her intelligence. Yes, she was a woman and she couldn’t deny that she wanted a family; white picket fences and everything that came with the dream of having a happily ever after ending, and yet, the side of her that was voracious for leadership couldn’t be so easily silenced. That hunger to prove them wrong led her here to Stonehill. She would’ve gladly stayed in Delhi otherwise. A small part of her was glad to be here; she wouldn’t have met Atlas otherwise. On the other hand, if she had never stepped foot in the desert city, she wouldn’t have met Maxwell either. Sometimes she wondered if she might be cursed. No matter where she went, there was always some form of obstacle stopping her from moving forward. “If you’re truly generous, why not just give me the check and walk away?” She challenged, a perfectly shaped brow raising as the question left her. He didn’t want to give her the check because he just wanted to be a pain in the ass. She knew his tactics, his need to mock her. It was all too clear with the way he was smirking down at her like some lunatic. “I would never turn down a donation, but you. You’re doing all this just to get a reaction out of me.” Her eyes rolled at the male as she unapologetically made that statement. He knew damn well that he didn’t have to be here, scorning at her bid to do some good in the world, but did he care? Not one bit. In return, she was simply going to match his sarcasm word for word.
Meera had to give it to Maxwell however, the man had no quit in him. She could see now how he came into his fortune. If he was passionate when it came to arguing with her, she was positive that when it came to business, his zealousness would’ve tripled. Were she not so repulsed by him, she might even ask him for business tips. “Why don’t you come a little closer and I’ll show you what I’m capable of.” Though her tone was tender, her dark hues meeting his hazel ones could not mask her intent. Her mind decided to gloss over his remark about her being a princess and instead focused on Emmett. Knowing that the little boy liked her filled her heart with warmth. It should never matter, she’d only met him once, but it felt nice to know that he was fond of her. “He likes me?” She was still stuck on that thought, a gentle smile forming on her lips when she felt Maxwell moving. Somehow, while she was lost in her own musing, he’d moved forward, his distance just a hair breadth away. From this distance, she could smell the scent of his cologne, the warmth of his breath. He was so close, she felt butterflies fluttering about in her stomach. She shouldn’t feel this way about him, she had a boyfriend, but damn it, she couldn’t deny his appeal, even if he was a biggest jackass on the face of the earth. The idea of them sharing a kiss enticed her, calling out to her. She had to blink her eyes to ward off the ideas floating around in her mind and when she felt composed enough, she jibed back. “Don’t flatter yourself. You probably kiss like a fish anyway.” It was hard for her to say those things when just seconds ago, she was practically drooling at the thought of kissing him. Not one to be challenged, she rolled her eyes, leaned forward intent on giving him a peck on the lips to have him leave her alone. However, the reality was not what she expected. The moment their lips met, fireworks sparked. She felt it, the need and hunger burning within the pit of her stomach. Before she could stop herself, her arms reached for his shoulders, somehow she was able to move away from the table and allowed her soft body to meet with his hard one. Her head tilted a little, their tongues clashing in a dance filled with desire.
Max’s harassment of Meera today was more of a payback for the night she had ignored him at the gala. Even as he thought back he couldn’t fathom why he was so annoyed that she paid no attention to them the few hours they were there. Her boyfriend had stepped away from her every now and then but even then Meera didn’t glance his way. Only a greeting was exchanged between that night but it was more for pretense than anything while all Max wanted was to verbally spar with her again. But alas, she had stolen that chance so when he saw her in her booth, there was no way she was getting off that easy. Initially, if she really didn’t want it, he wouldn’t have kissed her but her blatant rejection of the kiss and by default him, wouldn’t let him walk away so easily. She deserved this bit of torture. He grinned at her quick remark before leaning in closer to her as he kept his gaze trained on her. “If I were a better man I would have, but we both know that’s not my style. No, I just want my kiss as promised.” He told her nonchalantly with a careless shrug but he could see he was getting to her which had him more pleased than ever. The urge to close the distance between only grew when Meera met his gaze and taunted him in return though the words were said sweetly, he could see the murder in her eyes that had his grinned widen. Perhaps it was a bit arrogant of him to assume that she might just like the kiss, “Don’t tempt me.” He murmured to her huskily, ignoring her fury and his features changing so she could see the true intentions behind his dark gaze. Max had to resist the urge to roll her eyes when she inquired about Emmett but he ignored it, he didn’t come here to talk about his nephew. No, he was to finally get the one thing he wanted for so long. He realized this could be his only chance to feel her lush lips against his, to taste her and sate his curiosity to finally to know just how hot her mouth ran. “Why don’t you find out?” His voice low as she leaned in closer over the table so their faces were inches apart. His sharp hazel hues studied her striking features and he could see the conflict behind her eyes and then what felt like years she finally leaned in and closed the gap between them.
The moment their lips touched Max swore everything around him become still. His senses overwhelmed as her soft lips moved against his own and the cliche sparks that women harped on and on about are ones he finally experienced. There were no words to describe what it felt like to be kissing Meera, and none of his fantasies held up to the real deal. As their lips moved, his hunger grew and he couldn’t resist coaxing her mouth open, letting her ease into it before he fully began assaulting her mouth. His tongue swiped against her own before he went on exploring every inch of her sweet tasting mouth. Somehow Meera had found her way around the table until her arms were around him and his own slid around her waist tugging her closer. It was then he felt another unfamiliar sensation, a strong burning sensation that he realized was coming from his soul mark and Max felt as if someone had dowsed him cold water. No, that couldn’t be it but even then he tried to ignore it and focus on the kiss. God, he never wanted it to end, so his arm around her tightened, hands digging into her waist as pulled her even closer so she was pressed up against him while his other hand held her chin in place so he could kiss her deeper. What stunned him was the way Meera was responding, there was no denying she was enjoying this as much as he was. He could feel her hunger, tasted it on her tongue as she let out small whimpers against his assault and he swore nothing ever felt this good as her. The longer he kissed her, the burning and tingling sensation he was feeling from his mark increased and it sent his heart racing.
It was then he heard a few throat clearings behind them and that snapped his brain out it’s lust filled-haze. Forcefully tearing his mouth away from her even though he was reluctant, when he realized what he had just learned. Meera was his soulmate. He’d been kissing his soulmate and the thought itself was enough to have panic began rising within him. He slowly composed himself, and tried to control his rough breathing as he pulled back and let go of her as if she had burned him but in a way he suppose she had. Jesus fucking christ, all this time she’d been right in front of him and now he wished he’d never even met her. He didn’t want Meera as his soulmate and he most certainly didn’t want to know his. “I think I’ve proved my point.” he told her a bit coldly, his hazel eyes hardening like chips of glass as he stared down at her. This had to be some sick joke, she couldn’t be his soulmate. But as he stood and tried to recover from that earth-shattering kiss a lot things began to make sense like why he always seemed to seek her out. But it didn’t matter, even if they were soulmates he had no intention of doing anything about it. But god the hunger he was still feeling refused to die, all he wanted was to tug her back into his arms and take her somewhere in a corner and have his way with her. he then swiftly pulled the check out and placed it on the table, “That should suffice, let me know if you need more.”
This was torture, standing here, having to be around a man Meera loathed beyond anyone’s wildest imagination was the hardest thing she’d had to do since she insisted that her parents send her to Stonehill. That was a tough talk, she remembered it clearly. Tears were shed, angry words uttered, and even then the moment was tolerable compared to having to be around Maxwell. She shouldn’t have even bothered with him. He wasn’t worth her time, and yet when he started in on her, she couldn’t stop herself from responding. It was maddening. What was it about the male that drove her so wildly crazy that she felt the need to retort to his every barb? She was supposed to be this mature thirty year old, and yet whenever he was around, all that was forgotten and she reverted back a petulant child. At this point, she was sure that even her five year old self would have balked at her attitude. As annoyed as she was at having to watch Maxwell demand a kiss from her; she couldn’t deny the sizzle she felt as the words left him. He sounded so arrogant and self assured; as if his words alone would make her comply. And who the hell said that she owed him a kiss? It wasn’t like she forced him to donate to her charity. It made her wonder if he even knew to what cause he was donating his money to. By the dark look in his eyes, it almost felt like he was using this as an excuse to kiss her. After all, he hadn’t hid the fact that he lusted after her. The male had even given her an invitation to sleep with him on several occasions. She had half a mind to tell him to go to hell, something that she was sure by now he was used to hearing.
Perhaps it was stupid of her to fall into his trap and accept his challenge. But what else was she supposed to do when he had so fearlessly laid down the gauntlet for her? Anyone who knew her would have known that she hated being challenged, and maybe that was her weakness. She couldn’t stop herself from reacting, even if the outcome was disadvantageous to her cause. How right her conclusion had been however when just seconds after their lips met, a sensation she had never felt before engulfed her being. It was like lust and passion were wrapped up into one, causing her to burn for him. Her arms found its way around his shoulders, pulling him close and allowing their bodies to meet. What should have been a soft peck escalated rather quickly. Their tongues swirled together, lips moving in perfect unison as if they had done this a million times before. She had never felt like this in her life; her body had grown so hot that she swore she would allow him to have her right then and there if he were to ask. But wait, something else was odd about this. There was a sensation that felt foreign; a tingling that kept humming on her skin just beneath her left breast. Wait a minute, that was where her soulmark sat. No. No. NO! Her mind screamed. He couldn’t be. This has got to be a joke. Maxwell Kincaid wasn’t her soulmate! She pulled away right as he did, her eyes growing as wide as saucers as she stared at him. Her mind was whirring at a thousand miles per minute, her stomach sinking as she tried to process what she just experienced. For his part, he didn’t even look like he was affected by it. Maybe he didn’t feel it? Perhaps it was all a fluke? She wanted to ignore it; to simply let him leave and never broach the subject, but she couldn’t leave this mystery unsolved, she had to say something.
“You.” Meera began, but found the words caught in her throat, shock still settling in her body. Her breath was uneven, panic clearly showing in her face as her brows formed a frown. How could she even ask him this question? It was going to sound ridiculous, especially with Maxwell standing there acting like a complete jackass. She swore he had no feelings, or if he did, he was just ignoring all of it. She felt sick, her belly ached just thinking about him being her soulmate. When she addressed him once more, she stiffened her spine, and spoke in a voice that was filled with hatred. “You’re my other half.” A mirthless laugh left her then, because if she didn’t do that, she knew she would end up crying and there was no way she was going to allow him to see her cry. It would give him too much satisfaction. “I can’t fucking believe this! Out of all the people in the world, I had to be stuck with you? What kind of crazy cosmic joke is this?” She was actually pissed off now, angry at Fate for doing this to her. Yes, she knew that she would someday meet her soulmate, but did it have to be him? Maxwell Kincaid had no soul. How could they sic him on her?
Max continued to watch her with dark eyes not bothering to hide his desire to kiss her because by now Meera knew how much he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her should she ever allow him. His hazel hues glinting with a challenge that he knew would have her accepting, Meera was prideful like him in that sense. She never back down from a challenge and it was one trait of her’s that he admired. Albeit it annoyed him but he she still had his respect because she never back down from nor did she ever let him get away with shit. But as his gaze continued to bore into hers, he could see the flash of interest and intrigue in her eyes at the thought. Perhaps she wasn’t so repulsed bye him and he’d known for sure the moment she closed the gap between their lips and melted against him. Max began the kiss softly, giving her only a few seconds to adjust before he plunged his tongue inside and kissed her rather greedily. Fighting hard to hold back his pleasured groans because god, she tasted so delicious that his tongue had explored every inch of that hot little mouth that also featured countless times in his fantasies. He sensed her shock at his rather consuming kiss but he didn’t care, and it appeared that Meera was liking. The moans and whimpers that left her throat only encouraged him to continue his deep exploration until he found it hard to breath. His arm holding her tight against him because he never wanted it to end. But nothing would have stopped him, that is, until he felt his soulmark burned so hot against his skin that it sent tingles down his spin until ever never and fiber awakened.
Max had to tear his mouth off hers both due to the lack of oxygen and the disturbing sensation he just experienced, his heart hammering in his chest. He wondered if Meera had but also had hoped she wouldn’t because this was not something he wanted to look into. However, when he fully pulled away from her and finally met her gaze, he saw the same shock in her features that mirrored his own. Max could predict what her response would be as her features said it all, it went from shock to confusion and then to horror. Once more he could feel his irritation grow at her silent reaction and he was puzzled because it wasn’t as if he wanted her either. He only wanted her in his bed, that much he’d always made clear to her so Meera knew not to expect anything from him regardless of their new discovery. Still, as the reality of his soulmate sunk deeper into him, Max realized he had no clue how to handle this bomb that had been dropped on him. What he really wanted to do was to walk away before she could speak but alas he had broken the silence by speaking of his donation. “Join the club, you’re not the only one appalled.” He told her curtly, but still her reaction had stung in him ways he hadn’t expected. Even now as he stood staring at her with a cold look in his eyes, his body was still buzzing from that kiss, a kiss he wanted to repeat again but somewhere private and with much less clothes on either of them. Christ, this news still hadn’t been enough to quell his hunger for her and somehow he hated her even more for it.
“It doesn’t matter, we’re not doing anything about it. I can happily ignore it, can you?” He all but demanded but there were was a hint of desperation in his voice as if pleading that she forget this because Max wanted to as well. Just like he wanted to stop wanting her the way he did because knowing who she was made his desire for her even more dangerous than ever. “You know well I don’t believe in this crap, and this..” gesturing between them “Is proof what utter nonsense this soulmate business is.” It had to be because in what world were they meant for one another? They could barely stand one another and more importantly, Max wasn’t looking to be tied by Meera or anyone for that matter. “You have guests to attend to.” He put the check on the table, before moving his gaze to her, still glinting like ice chips as his mouth curved into a rather cruel smirk, “That nonsense aside, if you ever to continue that” Referring to the kiss, “and do more, I trust you know where to find me?” Raising a brow at her, “You should learn to control your emotions, you say you don’t want me, your kiss says something else.”
Meera could only describe her situation in one word; cursed. She had to be. Why else would she be stuck with such an arrogant man? Everyone else had a soulmate that understood them, ones that could fill up the parts of them that were left lacking. She on the other had was handed Maxwell, the biggest jerk she had ever come across. How could she not think that she was cursed? She must have done something in her past life that was so terrible to have been stuck with him. The whole situation was a nightmare, and unfortunately for her, she couldn’t wake up from this one, because even now as she stared daggers at the male, she could still feel the imprint of his touch when he kissed her earlier. Her soulmark still tingled slightly, and as much as she hated to admit it, her still felt how deeply his mouth had claimed hers. The most maddening part of all this was the fact that she wanted to feel it again; his lips moving with hers, tongue caressing and swirling around her mouth erotically. She had to blink her eyes rapidly to force those things out of her mind. No. She was angry with him. It was best that she focus on that anger. Thankfully, she didn’t have to try very hard because the moment his comment reached her ears, her ire came back ferociously. “You shouldn’t have come to this booth. This is all your fault. Now I’m stuck with you…” She kept her voice down, only because they were in public and she didn’t want to make this into a bigger deal than it already was by screaming at him like she did earlier.
Why did it bother her so much that he wanted to forget the kiss ever happened? There was a tugging in her chest, an ache that felt almost like she’d been stabbed. It didn’t feel good to hear those words from him. It made Meera feel rejected, even though she shouldn’t. She could still go on with her life as if nothing ever happened. That would require her lying to Atlas however, something she wasn’t fond of doing. She didn’t lie, especially not to the man she loved. “I’m with Atlas, who loves me beyond measure. I can definitely ignore this incident. Consider it forgotten.” She spat back, though the words tasted bitter for some reason. Perhaps it might be because she knew that things were never going to be the same again. Even if she never told Atlas that she’d met her soulmate, she would always feel terrible for withholding the truth. “You might not believe in it and that’s on you… I do, and I would rather die than end up with the likes of you.” That was a terrible remark even if it was being said to her nemesis. But what else could she say? He was being his usual jackass self instead of trying to make the best of the situation. Well, since he was so great at playing the part, she might as well join him, despite feeling terrible for doing so. She needed this to end, for him to go away so she could give herself time to think. With him here, mocking her, she felt suffocated. Fortunately for her, he was finally taking his leave, but as usual, he simply couldn’t stop himself from making her blood boil even more. The man still had the cheek to provoke her already peeved constitution by sending her a proposition that she was tempted to accept, despite knowing her mind shouldn’t even veer to the possibility. “Go to hell, Maxwell…” She huffed in response, took the check that he left on the table and stormed away from the booth to cool off and think about how she was going to handle her current dilemma.
Even after their kiss broken, Max could feel his lips still tingling as well his soulmark which only served to unsettle him further. He had no fucking clue what to do, normally he’d go out of his way to stay away from Meera but seeing as how they were in the same circle it would be impossible. There was also the fact that his pride wouldn’t allow him to run, he refused to let this woman turn his world upside over a concept he had no faith in. While yes, plenty of soulmates did have happy lives together, he didn’t think it applied to everyone. There were many people just like Max, who didn’t have that sort of luck or luxury and nor did they want it. Max was completely content to go his entire life without meeting his soulmate but meeting his own had been no one’s fault but his own. If he could have learned to control his desire for Meera, perhaps he would have never known and he would not have been in his predicament. What was done was done, Max had no intention of pursing Meera, all he wanted was her body, with no strings attached. Even referring to Meera as his soulmate had him flinch internally. Still, he knew this woman enough to say she was the type of woman who was made to be loved and wanted love. Unfortunately for her, Max was not that man. Her words rang true, they were in this mess because he couldn’t control himself and yes indeed, she was stuck with him. The strange part was, he did feel a bit bad because if Max had it his way he’d never trap any woman with him.
“Don’t worry princess, I won’t be in the way of your way of happily ever after with Atlas.” He sneered the words, still hating how her words stung him and he wondered if they’d ever stop effecting him this way. He didn’t want Meera, he had no feelings for her except for indifference, he only lusted her. So, then why did he feel such a pang of guilt at her plight? She looked so distraught and confused that it tugged at his against his will before he had to force himself to stop reading her dark hues. “Good to know you agree.” He told her coldly, yes he wanted to forget this but hearing her agree left him in an even sour mood. Especially, when she uttered the words that she’d rather chose death over him. Fuck, he had to get away, he didn’t care what she thought and he refused to let her words hold weigh, she was nothing more than a nuisance to him and he had to keep reminding himself of that. Just as he had to forget this explosive he shared with her, god, he had to get laid that had to be why he was acting this way. Why he kept having such ludicrous fantasies of her, maybe once he took care of his needs he wouldn’t be waxing poetic about Meera. “Where do you think I came from, Sweetheart?” he retorted, and he watched as she picked up his check and walked and Max did the same. He was screwed, he was aware of this because as he walked away his need for her did not ease. It was as if his body ached from being so far away from her but he refused to think about what had just happened.
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