The Promise Pact (Promise to Love Book 1) (11 page)

“You can follow me. I’ll show you to your room Kaya. I made sure it’s on the opposite side of the condo so you will have privacy.”

There he was uttering the word privacy again. Her skin crawled with aggravation but she made sure he didn’t see it. His pecks flexed as he shifted the overnight bag and adjusted the larger luggage in his hands. She eyed him closely wanting desperately to touch him.

She followed him closely, trying to keep up with his long strides, as they made their way down the long hallway. His scent slapping her in her face, with each step he made. Kaya wanted to apologize, beg for his forgiveness but she knew her words would fall on deaf ears, so she kept quiet.

After they left Charleston, Angela told Kaya about the look of pain in Max’s face after Kaya insisted on returning to New York. She persuaded Kaya to see things from Max’s perspective instead of through her lens of fear and retaliation. She hated to admit it, but Angela was right. She just didn’t know how to make things right between them.

“How are the kids? How is the garden?” She said trying to strike up a light conversation.

“They’re doing fine. They just miss you.”
Had he just confessed his own emotions? She wasn’t sure.
He continued, “The garden isn’t finished. I don’t know if we will be able to make the deadline but I promised them as soon as this matter was handled I would return and finish.”

“Without me?” She couldn’t believe she had actually said the words. He didn’t owe her a thing. He was already going out of his way to protect her even after she had adamantly refused his help. Oddly enough, Max didn’t respond, her heart ached.

“Here we are, everything you need should be inside,” he stated as he pushed the door to her room open. She gasped, then settled herself. Her guest bedroom was bigger than her entire apartment, actually two of her apartments.

Soaking it all in she asked, “Is this all mine?” He nodded humbly, then he placed her bags on the floor and turned to exit.
Do something? Talk to him. Don’t be a coward.

But she was frozen, too afraid to speak.

Max walked out and closed the door.

***

The next few days flew by. Other than work, she stayed in her room most of the time. Away from him. The truth was that she was too afraid to be near Max. She knew he was purposefully keeping his distance as well, leaving early in the morning to avoid her in the kitchen. It all hurt terribly.

Several times Kaya thought about knocking on his door, forcing him to speak to her. But each time she lost the courage, and cowered back inside her private fortress.

She stared at the television screen and thought about watching a program but she wasn’t in the mood. She thought about calling Angela but she knew she was busy, researching last minute details for her morning interview with Kyle Parker.

She sighed. It was almost nine o’clock and she wasn’t tired. The loud rumble coming from her stomach quickly reminded her that she hadn’t eaten since lunch. She grabbed her robe, tied it tightly around her waist, then headed to Max’s kitchen. She prayed that he wouldn’t be around.

When she reached the kitchen, she quickly and quietly grabbed a few items from the refrigerator and then started the long trek back to her room, but the sound of music, near the other end of the condo, caught her attention. She cautiously followed the familiar beat. The melodious sounds of Nina Simone’s, “I Put a Spell on You,” lured her in, intoxicating her senses. The closer she got to the music, the sharper the lyrics became, enticing her, beckoning her, to listen and enjoy. She fell into a trance-like state as the thunderous beats pumped through her veins, relaxing and comforting each muscle.

“
I don’t care if you don’t want me I am yours right now…”
Nina’s words along with the rich pulsating mellow beat swept through Kaya like a raging fire. A fire didn’t she didn’t want to extinguish. She shuffled the food items in her hand, then stepped closer to the room where the tunes resonated. The door was slightly cracked, a tiny light shimmered through.
Don’t look in! Don’t look in!
But the temptation it was like a drug, she needed more, wanted more, she simply couldn’t help herself.

Then…she saw him. In all his glory, near the window, nude and wet.

She panted and tried to step back quietly, so he wouldn’t see her, but an apple dropped from her arms and forced the cracked door to swing slightly open. Max looked up and caught her gaze. An emotion deep within Kaya bubbled up, it was an emotion that had always been there. Now it had exploded into her thoughts. She was in love. She was in love with Max.

Kaya should have run but she couldn’t. She was tired of being afraid. She knew their time was limited, and after the attacker was caught it would all be over. She needed to enjoy and relish the moments they had. Kaya’s humiliation quickly turned to ravenous passion as she confidently pushed the door completely open. Max remained eerily still, although his manhood was now standing tall.

“Come here,” she whimpered. He didn’t move although his body was sick with desire.

“Come to me Max! I need you. I need you now. Oh baby, please forgive me.” Her words were direct and to the point and sent chills up his spine. He moved with lightning speed into her arms and pressed his aching lips to hers. A trail of tears came rushing down her face and he kissed them away.

He needed her. She needed him. He quickly untied her silk robe and tossed it to the floor, revealing a naughty white lace top and matching thongs. His breath synched with hers as he released his tongue into her mouth, helplessly drinking in all the passion he had missed in the days they were apart. He moaned freely as his hands cupped her hips and finally ripped away her flimsy thong.

“I’ve missed you so much Kaya. I’m so sorry, I just wanted to protect you.”

“I don’t want to fight anymore. Please take me,” she managed to say between her moans.

“I plan on doing just that but I need all of you tonight. I don’t think I will be able to stop,” he stated as his hands reached below to touch her wetness. She moaned against his freshly washed body as he caressed her inner and outer folds with his powerful fingers.

She backed away and spoke, “No, this isn’t about me tonight Max, it’s about you! Let me please you,” She stated as she dropped to her knees and laced her thin fingers around his shaft and then stroked him long and hard, then up and down, until the rhythm and pressure was too much for him to bare. Then she placed his large cock in her mouth and repeated the action. His incoherent sounds of pleasure filled the room driving them both mad with desire. “Max, I want to hear you cry out my name,” she whispered on her knees in a sexy deep growl. But he had other things on his mind. He was going to finish what he had started days ago, give her the pleasure she needed, have her climax deep, this time he’d climax in her with her.

“Not yet—it’s my turn.”

As she opened her eyes in bewilderment, he swept her into his arms and carried her across his room and directly to his bed. He needed to pleasure her completely and finally claim what belonged to him. Kaya was in his home and now she was going to play by his rules. He laid her down quickly. Her hands moved across his expansive chest. She panted and reached up for more of his touch. “I need you,” she whimpered on the silk sheets. He leaned down slightly and planted his lips on hers to ease her momentary suffering. She willingly accepted his assistance, sucking and feasting on his lower lip until it was puffy and swollen. He sighed.

Standing tall and naked now in front of her, she swept her hands across his thighs and then his chiseled abs. She wanted him to join her on the bed but instead he kept his distance, enticing and teasing her to the point of insanity. Then he licked his finger and spread her legs a part.

“Are you wet? Are you ready?” The questions sent her into deeper ecstasy.

“If I am going to make you come. You need to get ready baby!” She thrashed her head back then tossed it from side to the side. Then Max ripped her bra off and dove down to welcome her breasts to the party. They perked up immediately. He lapped them hard and then nibbled playfully on her buds while his other hand ran freely over her flesh. Next, he planted small kisses up and down the side of her neck, leaving his signature mark along the way.

She rolled around in delight.

Then he flipped her over and pressed tiny kisses on the small of her back. His bulging cock thumped against her leg forcing a deep moan to escape from deep within her belly.

“Max, I can’t take it anymore,” she groaned as he pressed her legs open and drove his fingers in, loosening her up for the final course to this tantalizing spread. He could feel her muscles tightened around his fingers but he wasn’t done, he needed to read the tea leaves, the ones in her eyes. So he nestled next to her, and wrapped his arms around her, “Baby, are you sure about this?” He questioned hesitantly hoping she wouldn’t change her mind.

“Max stop asking and please just take me.” She moaned against his chest. He quickly grabbed protection out of the nightstand, but she didn’t want anything between them. Just his raw warm flesh in her.

“I’m safe. I’m on the pill now.” It was all he needed to hear. He quickly moved on top of her, inhaled her beauty then strapped on his stamina and moved towards her slick, damp opening. Kaya couldn’t hold anything else back. She was too full of feelings and emotions. She could have regrets in the morning but tonight she only wanted to be in his arms.

“Please Max, I need you. I’ve missed you so much.” The words caused more desire to penetrate throughout every part of his being. He couldn’t hold back any longer. It was time, time to bond them permanently. His heart leaped as he entered her warm pussy, her muscles were tight and strong. She moaned.

“Am I hurting you?”

“N-No, you are giving me something much more. Love m
e!”

Love?
Max heard the tender word but he was too caught up in the moment. He was on a mission. He needed to rock them with insatiable pleasure. Kaya felt the tiny, electrifying tingles forming deep in her core, bubbling up to the surface. Unthinkable pleasure was mere minutes away. She arched her back stiff and grabbed his firm hips, she needed him to flow in and out of her, deeper, much deeper, into her tight, needy crevice.

“More, more, give me more” she shouted in the throes of passion. Max knew her spot and he was digging in deep; steady and fast, long and hard, heading for a direct hit.

“Ready baby?” He managed to utter between raspy uneven breaths. Max lifted her legs to the right, he was going in deeper; she needed concentrated thrusts to make her come multiple times. Her eyes rolled back.

“YES! Make me come.” The words rocked his mind. He was in complete ecstasy.
It was time.

Max plunged his wide cock deep into her pussy, while flicking his finger on her throbbing clit, her overextended inner muscles tightened around his shaft, the friction on his tip forced him to grunt deeply.

“Ahh.”

They shouted in satisfaction; then they exploded with pleasure. Kaya came once, then twice, then three times, then she stopped counting. Seconds later Max climaxed, releasing himself fully into her core, claiming her for the first time.

She rolled over on top of him and kissed him passionately. He rubbed her sweetly, pulling her to close to his side. Minutes later, she felt him rise again. She knew what time it was. Time to please the man she loved,
again
.

***

Max woke to the buzzing of his cell phone. He was still exhausted from a night of passionate lovemaking. He intently watched Kaya sleeping intently, there was no way he was going to let her go again. He’d have to figure out a way to make their relationship work. He planted a few small kisses on her neck. Then her stomach. Then her upper thigh. Then he checked his phone. He realized he had multiple meetings throughout the day plus he needed an update on Kaya’s case. He quickly jumped into the shower and then he walked into his massive closet and pulled out a Donna Karan navy blue suit, a white Gucci button down shirt and an Oscar de la Renta red and white striped tie. He looked scrumptious.

“Hi beautiful.” Max uttered taking a full look at her naked body. Damn, his morning greeting was deadly.

“Morning Max. What are you doing?” She said lustfully rubbing her hands over her body.

“Don’t do that Kaya!” He stated then gently backed away; he had zero will power when it came to her. She giggled and rolled to her side wrapping his sheet around her waist. The sun seemed brighter than normal. Then she remembered her deal with Angela.

“Oh no! What time is it?” She said while searching for a clock in his room.

“It’s just after 8! I thought you didn’t have to be to work until 9:30, you still have time.”

Kaya hastily grabbed her robe off the floor, tucked it under arm and searched for undies.

“No, I took the day off today. Angela has this big interview and I promised her I would be there early to help get ready. Shit, I don’t have anything to wear. I only packed scrubs. I’ll never make it back from Brooklyn in time. This is horrible.” She frantically stated.

Max unlocked his phone, searched through his contacts, and pressed dial. A few seconds later he was on the phone with someone named Carlos. He rattled off clothe sizes, designers and an array of colors then closed the phone.

Kaya didn’t look pleased. She didn’t want a penny of his money. He had already spent too much on the clinic. She was gainfully employed and didn’t need his financial support.

“No Max! I don’t want your money. I can’t take anything else from you! I have my own job and my own money and it’s my responsibility not yours. We’ve talked about this before,” Kaya said as she wrapped the sheet around her body. She was agitated. She needed to make him understand that her love was unconditional, it didn’t have a price tag attached to it. However, her comments sounded more like refusal for help again. He was hurt.

“Kaya, you have to let me in. Baby, don’t you know what’s mine is yours? I don’t want to be walking around on pins and needles trying to decide what I can help with and what I can’t. It’s not fair to me. When you care about someone you do nice things for them.”
He cared?
He continued,
“
I don’t understand why you keep shutting me out.” He loosened his tie and took his jacket off. He was hot mad, visibly aggravated.