You're good at leaving

MIRANDA POV

I was at home when I received a call from Maxwell. I sighed not wanting to pick up his calls, knowing it was still the same old story. He'd want to know what I'm up to, and other stuffs about Edwin, which I didn't want to reveal yet.

"Pick up your phone bitch! It's disturbing," Christabel spats as she walked passed me. But I hissed, ignoring her.

"You should be happy someone like Maxwell is into you," She said and I smiled, she'd just managed to gain my attention. Attention motherfucker!

"He should be happy he have me in his life, it shouldn't be the other way round," I said and she laughed slightly, which annoyed me.

"Says someone who was picked from the bar," Christabel retorted, reminding me of what actually made me, ME!

Yes I was once a bar dancer, a stripper, but that actually made me who I am today. I can boldly say I am proud of myself and what I've achieved so far.

"You know Christabel, they're other things I'll need to sort out, other than bantering words with you," I replied sarcastically and I stood up from the couch, heading to my room.

"Miranda!" Christabel called and I halted. She better have something to say for stopping me.

"I love you Miranda, and you should know that," She said and I scoffed. After getting me angry, here she is, trying to bribe me. Annoying bitch!

"Don't get me started Christabel. Fuck off!" I replied and I heard her laughing as I left.

Gosh! How the hell did I ended up having someone like Christabel. She's such an annoying freak. Always getting on my nerves.

I finally got to my room. I took my phone, wanting to go through some chats when my phone beeped.

I checked my phone and I saw it was a message from Maxwell.

"Just because you're now working for Edwin you've left me also right? That's what you're good at doing.... LEAVING!"

After reading the message, I began to feel like the bad guy here, Maxwell needed me right now, he's hurting because of me. Even if I act like nonchalantly sometimes, I'm still human, and I definitely have a heart.

"Where are you?" I immediately sent him the message and i quickly stood up, inorder to dress up.

I checked my time and it was almost 10:pm, but what could I do? Maxwell needed me. I had to be there even if I'm not yet sure of my feelings for him.

"At home, I'll be waiting," Maxwell immediately sent the message and I heaved after reading it. He knows I can't say no to him.

After putting on my badass short gown which was revealing some part of my breasts, I hurriedly took my handbag and I ran out of my room. I didn't bother to put on make up, since I knew I was already beautiful.

"The cat has finally been let loose," Christabel mocked as she saw me running out.

"Shut up bitch! Be sure to close the doors, I won't be back till tomorrow," I yelled as I ran out.

"Have a good night fuck, I'll be here moaning in your stead," She yelled after me, and I bursted into a fit of laugher.

How did I get to know that bitch? Someone should tell me because I'm about to sell her off.

[Thirty minutes later]

Maxwell's apartment wasn't actually far from mine, so it didn't take long for me to get there.

I hurriedly came out of my car, and I walked into the compound as the workers bowed their heads, greeting and welcoming me.

I gave a small smile as I walked into the living room, but I couldn't find Maxwell there. I sighed softly knowing the exact place he'd be at this moment.

Obviously it was his bar counter. I walked there only to see him resting his head on the counter.

"Maxwell," I called and he immediately raised his head up, with a bright smile on his face.

"Miranda, you came," He smiled as he walked up to me, then he pulled me into his arms, with his hands on my ass.

Thankfully he wasn't drunk yet, since he spoke and acted okay. This was actually a good sign, since I won't have to talk much.

"How are you doing?" I asked as I pulled away from the embrace.

"Not good, I've missed you so much," He replied and he immediately pecked my cheek, as he directed me to sit on his laps. Which I did.

"You know I'm working now, we need to keep our distance," I said and he scoffed. Now his hands were already trailing in between my legs.

"I fucking hate the fact that you're working for him, I want you back. Working for me. I just can't stand this," I replied, rather angry and frustrated.

"C'mon Maxwell, I'm doing this for US. For you, for ME." I replied, trying to persuade him.

"Well you should be doing something else for me," He said giving me the look which I understood perfectly.

"I'll be good, please don't say no," He immediately said, as though he could read my mind. Before I could even say anything else, I found myself laying on the couch, with my legs apart.

Maxwell leaned forward and he started kissing and nibbling all over my neck, his free hands roamed every part of my body, with my dress giving him easy access.

He kissed my lips and I immediately kissed him back, giving him the same energy.

"Let's get started baby," Maxwell said in between kisses while I widened my legs, making sure my areas was visible, even though I was still on my panties.

Maxwell dipped his hands into my dress and he immediately tore my panties, as he flunged it to the floor. Impatient huh? Just the way I love it.

I smiled recalling Christabel's words. ""Have a good night fuck, I'll be here moaning in your stead,"

"Get ready to moan all through the night bitch!" I thought with a sly smile on my face.