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Goss laughed again. “Don’t worry about it, Maxxy. She learnt her lesson, didn’t she? And you let me comfort you through those hard, hard times after she disappeared. Poor Max, all that angst and regret… and you know what?” He clicked his tongue, scowling. “You still ended up writing fucking songs about her. You literally only have one tune and it’s bor-ing! No one cares. I don’t care, and I bet you anything Luc and Steve stopped giving a shit about her years ago.”
“Were you manipulating me the whole time?” I choked out.
I still wanted to believe part of him actually gave a shit about me.
“Nah, mate, listen. I was the one that stuck by you. I got rid of that bitch for you. She was messing with your mind. The only reason we got famous was because of me. Hell, you became a fucking rockstar as soon as Cat got booted from the picture. So, yeah, you’re welcome.”
“Do you think I wanted that? Do you really think I wanted to be famous over being with Cat?”
Back then, I signed the contract straight away, but it was always her I wanted. I wouldn’t have agreed if she wasn’t happy with it.
“Yawn. Don’t care.” He tapped his palm over his mouth, faking a yawn. “You weren’t going to make the choice, so I made it for you.”
“You’re joking. Is that really how you see it? What the hell did you do to her? Why is she so angry with me?”
He started grinning again. “Guards?” He lifted his hand like he was asking for a check. “I think we’re done here. My good friend’s pussy-whipped —again —and there’s no talking to him. Look at him. My, my.” He clutched a hand to his chest. “I’m scared he might even hurt me!”
“Goss, tell me what you did.” I stood over him as a guard came forward and unlocked his cuffs, freeing him from the table.
“Awww, sorry, Maxxy. Time’s up. Guess you’ll have to get the first-hand account from our darling Kitty Cat.”
“Goss! For fuck’s sake!” I started coughing as soon as I tried to shout.
He let the guard on his side of the room lead him away without a second glance, chuckling as the buzzer rang out and the door slammed behind them.
I tried following him, but the guard at my back put out a hand to stop me. “I’m sorry. No civilians past this point.”
I couldn’t believe it. I’d let him do it again. Mess around with me while I barely got any answers. This all had something to do with Goss, me, and maybe the rest of the guys. Or was it just the way we treated Cat? I couldn’t tell. But he was right. Even though I was more pissed with him than I had been when I arrived, the only person who could tell me the truth was ‘the gorgeous Ms Catherine Fischer’.
Cat
Iran towards the gentle waves caressing the golden shore. The sand scorched my feet, and the fresh tang of the salty air embraced me. The sun hung low over the never-ending horizon, casting the sky in a tapestry of reds and oranges, with purple clouds hanging like floating castles. It was beautiful, but nothing compared to the man who called my name, chasing me along the beach.
I screamed, laughing as a flock of gulls burst into the air, lifting from the sand, and surrounding us like doves on a wedding day. He caught me, lifting me, and spinning me in his arms as he brought his lips to mine.
We were both panting. He was shirtless, my nipples hard against his chest, pushing through the thin fabric of my short summer dress. We grasped each other, pressing and melding our bodies, desperate for contact. He lowered me, his eyes warm as he wrapped his arm around my back and drank from my lips.
He pushed at the hem of my dress, the light material bunching around my hips, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat between my thighs. He groaned in appreciation when he found my pussy damp, warm against his fingers, ready for him.
“God, Kitty Cat, you are so fucking sexy.” he growled as he bit my ear, pleasure licking down my spine.
An empty beach, a stunning sunset, and the man I loved. It was a recipe for a perfect night.
His fingers found my clit, and he teased me mercilessly, cradling my head on his shoulder, my harsh cries hidden in the crook of his neck. Everything with him was always good and clear.
I rode his fingers, loving the roughness on my clit, eager for him to go further, deeper.
I tugged at his shoulders, encouraging him down to find my entrance and slide inside me so I could feel again how he fit me perfectly.
I never wanted this to change. We were together, and that was all I needed.
“I love you,” I cried as his fingers found their prize.
He didn’t hesitate, taking my nipple between his teeth and tugging as he plunged two fingers inside me. My hips bucked against him as I threw my head back and moaned desperately. He always made me feel so alive.
I wanted to be with him forever. I swore I’d never love anyone else. Even when we were so old we could barely remember our names, I would always taste his kiss and dream of him.
Max looked up at me, kissing my collarbone, making his way to my mouth.
