My husband was a cheat, what was I meant to do? Go running back to Maxwell and beg HIM to take ME back? I don't think so. He was a lying dirty cheat!

  He had called a few times and each time I cut him off. I had nothing to say to him and what made the pain worse was what happened in the broad room today.

  Why did I submit myself to him today? I gave a little laugh, I 'I'd had the same thought the day we met. In fact, why did I always allow him to control me? He was just a man! A man I was madly in love with and would do anything for. What he had said kept circling in around in my mind. 'Please George... You’re my life and I can't imagine living without you. The last few days have been a living hell'

  I bet he never actually meant any of that, it was just some cheap shot at getting me to come back! I wiped away a single tear, he was the only reason I came to LA anyway and now I was alone. Well, except for Riley, he was being a perfect friend in spite of the company he kept. I was very tempted to ring Amy and dish some dirt and throw it in his face.

  I felt my phone vibrate in my bag again. No, I wasn't going to give in and listen to his endless excuses. He could ring all night if he wanted too, I was here to have fun and not be reminded of him and his whore!

  “Come on, baby girl” Riley smiled while holding out his hand. “We are all having fun and your here feeling sorry for yourself.”

  I took hold of his hand and he led me over to the dance floor, his strong arms wrapped round me and I fell into his hold. We began to sway to the music and I rested my head against his chest. Just being close to someone. His strong arms holding me tight, I moved my arms and placed them round his neck taking in his scent. He didn't smell as good as Maxwell but it wasn't exactly unpleasant.

  I felt safe around him and he was easy to talk to, I always knew exactly what mood in would always be in. In fact he was the complete opposite of Maxwell. I looked up through my eyelashes at his perfect handsome face. Why was he still single? Any woman would be foolish not to jump at the chance of being with him.

  I quickly looked away, what was I doing? Did I want to be with him? The alcohol had gone to my head and now I was thinking like a crazy person.

  For some unknown reason I moved one of my hands on to his smooth face and his skin felt soft. My eyes focused back on his face and with my fingertip I traced his jaw line. His grey eyes locked with mine and slowly his lips pressed against mine, his hands digging into my waist. The soft motion of his tongue sliding in and out of my mouth was setting my arousal off.

  I pulled away and felt my cheeks blush. Had that wanton woman returned? He bit down on his lip and gave a side smile.

  “Georgina, I think you’re leading me a stray?” He laughed as he pulled me into him. “We can't be anything else but friends” he whispered, I heard the sadness fill his voice.

  The disappointment swirled over me. He was right and I knew that. Why did I want things to be different between us?

  Well... My husband did fuck someone else and he decided to tell me after making love! I was on the rebound, simple as... I didn’t want another relationship. I was just grieving for the one I had just lost. I only ever wanted Maxwell and I loved him like crazy and I always would.

  I stood in the doorway as Maxwell began to search through a draw. An amused smile appeared on my face. What was he planning on doing to me? He spun around holding up a really long bandage.

  “What's that?” I giggled.

  His eyes widened with greed and strutted over to me. His whole body commanding and powerful. “This Miss Dawson is a bandage.”

  “I thought we were having sex, not playing doctors and nurses?”

  “Improvisation, Miss Dawson.” He raised an eyebrow. “Are you ready to play?”

  “Always” I said breathless. I could feel the wanton feeling rushing through my body.

  He looked me up and down. “Then why are you still wearing this?” He pointed to my dress. “Come on, Miss Dawson. The sooner you undress the sooner you get your fix.” I could see his arousal bulging through his trousers. The thought of him tying me up was turning him on instantly. I hadn't even touched him yet.

  I slowly began to undress and he stood watching, taking me in fully with his mouth tight and his blue eyes burning into me. Finally, I was completely naked and ready for what ever he had planned.

  “There are rules” he smirked.

  “You do surprise me” I giggled.

  He rolled his eyes. “Here they are... No talking... No stopping me and letting me have complete utter control. You could say this is a test of trust... Do you trust me?”

  “Of course” I said sadly, why would he ask that?

  “Good” he nodded. “Now lay on the bed on your front.”

  I crawled down on the bed and lay on my stomach. The excitement of the possibilities was filling my body. I heard him get undress and then climb on the bed.

  “Place your hands behind your back” he barked. I complied, he began to wrap the bandage around my wrists and I felt him pull it tighter. “Get on your knees.” Once again I did what I was told. Trying to bite my tongue from asking questions.

  He began to wrap the bandage around my ankles, I was unable to move. On my knees with my hands bounded behind my back connected to my ankles. Everything went quiet and all of a sudden I felt him slam into me.

  I hissed in pleasure and he carried on slamming into me with force. I felt my whole body enlighten in fire. Then he pulled out and his hand slipped in between my legs to there. His magic lean fingers moved in between my legs to massage my sweet spot, his finger circling and getting me wetter. Slowly he slipped his finger inside me and carried on the sweet massage. I wanted to scream loudly but I couldn't because of the rules.

  His fingertips carried on with the tease to my sweet spot and then inside. He stopped just as I felt my whole body tingle. Then once again he slammed into me, pushing himself deeper and deeper inside. One of his hands grabbed hold of my hair and pulled my head back. The other found its way back to my sweet spot. I couldn't stay quiet and began to scream the house down. Pleasure overwhelmed me and everything exploded.

  One final slam and he found his. “FUCK!” he screamed. He rested his head on my back and I could feel his heart beat racing.

  I opened my eyes wide and the sweat was pouring off me. Had I just had orgasm in my sleep? Was that even possible? The tingling was still running through me. I let out a deep breath, even in my sleep that man could control my body. I tried to gain some normality to my erratic breathing.

  How?

  Did his magic spell follow me everywhere? Knowing Maxwell he probably hired some voodoo expert and was now controlling me in my sleep.

  I gave out a little laugh, what a mental thing to think. I turned on my side and tried to get comfortable. I had to admit it was an amazing dream. I had actually remembered every wonderful detail. Back then Maxwell had the power to mesmerize, capture and haunt me.

  Exactly what he was doing now. I had this need to be with him, it was greater than ever. I bet he was talking to that woman or even worse, locked away in a hotel with someone else.

  I closed me eyes, it hurt just thinking of him being with someone else. To top it all I had work tomorrow and I couldn't go to work looking a mess. I had to show him he wasn't winning and I wanted to make him feel worthless just like he had done to me. Then on the other hand, there would be a slight chance I never saw him. Maxwell no longer came in to see me in my office. Well, there wasn't much reason for him too anymore.

  My life had changed in the blink of an eye and I hated it. Would I ever learn to live with it? I guess I didn't have much of a choice but to just except it.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Maxwell

  I walked into the lobby and over to Georgina's assistant. “Is she in?” I asked, her eyes looked up at me and she gave a little shy smile. She didn't say a word just smiled. Just to add to her discomfort, I gave my special knicker combustion smile. Her cheeks flushed and it made me happy I still had it. I walked over to Georgina's office and opened the door.

  Georgina looked up from her computer and her blue eyes glared at me. I could not take my eyes off her see-through blouse, especially with the red bra supporting her perfect breasts. Her hair was piled up on her head and she was wearing those black squared glasses. If this was a porn movie I could have easily walked over, bent her over the desk and fucked her. Well, about a week ago that is exactly what I would have done.

  My arousal was impossible to control around her. I took in a deep breath and finally closed the door. I strolled over and sat down in the chair opposite her. Her eyes never leaving me, a little smug smile sprung to my lips. She still wanted me and I still wanted her.

  “Mr Thomas” she snapped looking back at her computer. “What do you want?”

  “I thought I would come and see if you were okay?” Her eyes slowly looked up and the look softened. “I can see you’re doing rather well” my finger pointed out the see-through blouse and she shifted awkwardly in her seat.

  She sat back in her seat. “Your not looking bad yourself, Mr Thomas.”

  I tilted my head to the side. “You know me,” I pretended to remove an invisible hair from my trouser leg. Her eyes watching my fingers, I quickly looked back at her and she removed her lip from the grip of her teeth. “See something you like, Georgina?” I teased.

  She shook her head and swallowed hard. I wanted her to walk round and sit on my lap, the blood flowing down below was beginning to become unbearable.

  “What are you doing this weekend?” I asked, trying to distract myself.

  “Nothing” she quickly replied. “You?”

  My lips twitched. “I need to go to New York”

  Her face fell and I knew exactly what she was thinking. Once again she turned into cold Georgina. God, I had taught her well. “Business or pleasure?” She snapped.

  “Business” I replied softly. “You know how I work...”

  She gave a little laugh and placed her head in her hands. “Will she be getting a necklace or a hotel suite?” The hatred filled her voice and my heart sank.

  I sat forward. “George... please, I’m not interested in her.” Her expression never changed. I rubbed my finger along my brow and I exhaled. There was no point even trying to reason with her when she was in defence mode. “Look,” I stood up. I couldn't be near her much longer as I was sure I wouldn't be able to control myself. “Will you have Bailey this weekend?”

  “Of course” she beamed, my heart broken a little bit more at the sight of her looking happy. In spite of everything I couldn't deny that she was a good mum and I knew it was killing her not seeing Bailey. I just nodded and began to walk out. “Maxwell,” she called after me. The sound of her saying my name made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. I stopped in my tracks and turned to look at her. “Thank you”.

  “Any time, Georgina” with that I made my exit. As I left her assistant stared at me, but now I was no longer in the mood to fool about. I just wanted my wife back, shame, she no longer wanted me.

  I felt as if I’d been stabbed in the heart and I no longer had a purpose. It was all my stupid fault, once again Maxwell Thomas had messed up big time. I had to prove to Georgina I was sorry and I would do anything to get her back.

  ***

  Georgina

  I ran into the restaurant where Riley was waiting for me. I had been on cloud nine every since Maxwell had visited me this afternoon. It had actually taken off guard and I was surprised with how I had withstood all his advances. It didn't help that the dream was forever flooding my mind.

  “Hey” Riley smiled. “You look happy.” He kissed my cheek and I sat down. “Work was good, huh?” He took his own seat opposite me.

  “I am” I sang, “Maxwell came to see him and I have Bailey this weekend.” I clapped my hands in delight. I couldn't wait to spend a whole weekend with my son. It did bother me that Maxwell would probably spending time with that other woman. At the end of the day, I guess it was no longer my business. We were both single and we both had to move on with our lives.

  He reached over and grabbed my hand. “That's great, Georgina. I can not wait to meet him!”

  His words took me off guard and I removed my hand from his grip. My smile slowly made for the first time in hours. “I’m sorry, Riley. It's just I told Maxwell I would stay in a hotel. I just don't want to give him any reason to kick off again.”

  “Oh” he looked embarrassed. “That's fine.”

  Frustration hit me, I was doing it again. I was allowing Maxwell to control my life and I hadn't even realized. Why couldn't I share the weekend with someone? We all knew the exact reason WHY Maxwell was actually going to New York and it didn't include sight seeing.

  My Marriage was over and I had to get to grips with it. “You know what?” Riley looked up from his menu. “We will stay with you. If you'll have us?”

  His face lit up. “Of course” his eyes quickly darken and his lips twitched dangerously. “I want much more of you...”

  I was stunned, I knew exactly what he was referring too and I wanted more of him as well. Could I do this?

  “I did think about it, Riley” grabbing hold of his hand. “I don't want to rush into anything.”

  He nodded. “I fully understand... I won't wait around forever, Georgina. Maxwell no longer wants you and I can make you happy.”

  “I know” I smiled.

  ***

  Maxwell

  It was the weekend.

  I arrived at that pricks apartment dead on 8am with Bailey. Georgina had assured me she was staying in a hotel. I thought of my son being around another man made me very angry. It was bad enough trying to explain where Mummy was, let alone him witnessing another man kissing her.

  I knocked on the apartment door and within a few seconds she opened. Her hair was wet and she smelt fresh from a shower. She looked even more desirable in sweats. She instantly scooped down and grabbed Bailey to hug him. Her face was lit up as if she had won the ultimate prize. She slowly stood up and looked at me.

  “You’re definitely staying in a hotel?” I asked, holding out Bailey's overnight bag.

  “Yes.” She snatched the bag out of my grip. “I’ve already told you that a million times.”

  “Good” I placed a kiss on Bailey's head. “Jay will be collecting Bailey tomorrow at six-thirty. I'll call to make sure your okay.”

  She pulled Bailey next to her and glared at me. “He is my son, Maxwell. I think I know how to look after him!”

  “Good!” I walked away and heard the door click shut behind me. I had the urge to cry and ran out of that building and into the car.

  “Are you okay, Mr Thomas?” Jay asked no doubt noticing the sad expression on my face. I just nodded, I was unable to talk. I pulled out my phone and began to mess around with it. Anything to distract me from what was going on. I ended up in the photo album, hundreds and hundreds of pictures of Georgina.

  This was not a good distraction; I started to stroll through them, some of them she was posing and others she is playing with Bailey. My favourite ones were taken when she had no idea. Her natural beauty just shown through and she lit up the screen.

  I placed the phone down and stared out the window. I never thought things were end up this way. I had believed we would be together forever. Why didn't I listen to her warnings??? Why did always allow work to distract me from the real world... Had I finally become obsessed with making money??

  My head was beginning to hurt and very moment I longed for Georgina. I guess the old saying was true... She didn't know what you have till it’s gone! Right now, I had nothing... The life I had was now over. Was this a new chapter or was this just history repeating its self??? I didn't want to turn back into that lonely stupid excuse for a man I was before Georgina!!

  “Mr Thomas....” Jay interrupted my thoughts. “Did you want a cigarette before your flight??”

  “Yes please...” The stress I was feeling, I doubted very a cigarette would relieve me. I just wanted HER back.

  ***

  Georgina

  I don’t know how long I stared out that window and watched Maxwell drive away. I had sent him off to spend a whole weekend with another woman.

  My heart smashed, this was it now. I looked over at Bailey sitting on the sofa playing with a toy car. He was the product of my love for Maxwell and was the only thing I had left of my marriage. I could hear Maxwell’s voice in my head, saying things that woman that drove my body crazy.

  He was no longer mine. He was free to do what ever he wanted. Just like me. I heard Riley’s door open and felt him come behind me. His arms wrapping around my waist and his head resting on my shoulder.

  “Why you staring at the window?”

  I sniffed back my tears, the anger replaced the sadness. This whole mess was down to Maxwell. Well, he could do what he liked so could I. he longer had control over me. I wasn’t his and he had proved that I meant nothing to him. He could to New York and have a dirty weekend with his whore.

  I slowly turned in Riley’s arms and wrapped mine around his neck. He was a wonderful man and he wanted me. He had gone to so many lengths to prove he cared and I deserved to be happy. I slowly looked up and met his grey eyes.

  “Tonight” I whispered. “I want you tonight.”

  ***

  Maxwell

  I didn’t want to be here, sitting in a meeting room discussing the final details of the deal. It didn't seem to matter now, like this deal was going to make me feel any better.

  My attention turned to the window and I stared out at the skyline of New York. My mind instantly drifted off to Georgina and Bailey. I hope she was keeping her promise. The thought of her sharing Bailey with another man made me feel sick.

  “Everything okay, Maxwell” said a voice, bringing back to earth with a thud. My eyes turned to see Stella standing before me. That was all I needed, the reminder of what destroyed my marriage.