Chapter Three
His housekeeper Betsy came with Carol's clothes and he took them upstairs while Betsy prepared their breakfast.
Maxwell called his PA to arrange for the helicopter in half an hour to take them to his private island.
He pushed his bedroom door open but it was locked from inside. He took out the keys from his pocket and unlocked it, opening the door and closing it behind him. He took her clothes to the bed and went to his closet to start packing. Carol was taking a shower, while he packed.
He finished packing and sat on the bed waiting for her.
Carol took a refreshing bath and felt much better. She would have to wear that giant's clothes now but something was better than nothing. She dried herself and wrapped a fluffy towel around herself.
Opening the door, she came out and froze again. How did the jerk come inside? She had locked the door or did she forget?
"You? How did you get in?" She yelled. She had to find a way to escape this man and go back to her friends. They would be worried about her. Today they would be returning back to Huntsville to attend college tomorrow.
"Through the door. I've brought clothes for you. If you don't need them, then I'll take them back," he said, getting up and picking up the three shopping bag full of clothes.
"No, wait," she said, rushing towards him to take the bags from his hand.
"What, you want them?" He asked, turning around and coming face to face with her. His eyes took in her whole body clad in the soft towel, exposing every curve to his eyes. He would be a dead man if he had to be in such situations and yet not be able to touch her as he pleased.
"Yes," she said, avoiding his eyes.
"Then ask nicely," he said, and she clenched her teeth.
"Ok, can you please hand me my clothes, Mr Stephens," she said, with a fake smile while her inner body was seething with anger.
"Max honey," he prompted with a grin and she rolled her eyes at him.
"High hopes," she muttered under her breath.
"C'mon say it," he prodded.
"Maxwell, I need my clothes please," she said and he came closer and gave her a peck on the cheek.
"Sure wifey," he said, handing her the bags. "Choose one, quickly."
Carol was confused. She picked out a dress and matching lingerie while Maxwell stared at everything that she did. Then he picked up the bags and some more luggage and walked out.
"Be ready in five minutes. We're leaving," he said, before closing the bedroom door.
Carol stared at the door in confusion. Where were they going? Maybe he was dropping her off at River's apartment. Where was her phone? She had to inform them.
She hurriedly got ready, excited to be out of this place. She went downstairs and a middle aged lady came up and led her to the dining room where a sumptuous breakfast was laid out. Maxwell was sitting at the table and waiting for her. He got up and pulled her a chair opposite his and helped her sit.
They ate in silence. Carol wanted to get out of here as fast as she could. She was very aware of Maxwell's piercing gaze upon her. Why did he have to stare at her all the time?
After breakfast, Maxwell rushed her out of the house and to his Audi. He drove out of the main gates onto the road. Carol felt excited. She would at last be free of him.
She looked out of the tinted glass windows at the passing scenes of Vegas. By tomorrow she would be in her college dorm far far away from here, from Maxwell. She smiled at the prospect.
"Are you thinking of me? What's that smile for?" He asked, with a smug look in his face. Carol rolled her eyes at him.
"Yes, I was thinking about how great I would feel when I would get away from you," she said with a smirk of her own.
"That's not happening in this lifetime, wifey," he said and her face fell.
"Then where are we going?" She asked looking around her. They had reached a heliport and a helicopter stood waiting for them. Her eyes widened in horror as realisation struck that she wasn't going to her friend's apartment.
Maxwell parked the car and an attendant carried their luggage to the waiting helicopter. He opened his door and climbed out of his car, without answering her question. Carol felt frustrated and at her wit's end. She couldn't figure out how to escape this arrogant jerk. Oh why did she have to go to his club that night?
Her door was opened and he scooped her in his arms, bridal style and with long strides walked towards the waiting helicopter.
"Put me down, you caveman," she gritted out but her voice was drowned by the rotating blades of the waiting helicopter.
He winked at her infuriating her further and climbed onto the helicopter, placing her on his lap and securing the seatbelt around them securely.
She squirmed to get free. Why couldn't he put her down onto a seat. The man was too much. She seethed with anger as the helicopter took off.
"I would sit quietly if I were you," he threatened in a low voice near her ear.
"Put me down, now," she ordered, her eyes blazing with anger. However, she blushed when she felt his aroused bulge poking into her.
"Quiet, wifey else I will feast on you here and now," he warned with dark desire filled eyes. Carol kept shut as panic settled inside her. Would he really do it? She didn't know. In her twenty years of life she never met a sample like him.
She was acutely aware of his hard body beneath her own. His arm around her waist, brushed against her breast. Was he doing it on purpose? It was causing goosebumps all over her body. She was unaware of this strange tingly feeling that she felt being so close to him.
She was extremely aware of his arousal. She had never felt one against her in her entire lifetime and she felt a strange throbbing in her lower body. She discreetly looked at him and he smirked at her.
How did he know that she looked at him? How embarrassing could life get? "You can look. I'm all yours wifey," he said, his mouth grazing her ear. She trembled at his touch and moved her head away in confusion.
They hovered over a beautiful island, going down for a landing. Where were they? Carol had no idea.
