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She may be small, but she’s the biggest

Forever Maverick

“For the love of God!” Forever’s eyes squinted as beads of sweat covered the top of her lip. “Will you please stop?” she finally yelled from the pit of her stomach.

Light gray eyes shot to her in fear while two glove covered hands rose in surrender next. “I sorry, ma’am. I not do good job for you?” Helena, the Brazilian esthetician who had been trying to rip her soul from her body for the past two minutes, asked in broken English.

With her eyes being just as weary as Forever’s, Forever momentarily felt bad for yelling and considered taking her abrupt halt back, but the fiery feeling of pain circling the lips of her vagina said otherwise. She’d been getting waxed since her freshman year of college, and never in all her years had one been rendered that ruthless. Forever didn’t know whether Helena was new, inexperienced, or downright hated her, but she’d literally been trying to kill her since she’d walked in there.

Forever momentarily wondered had she somehow, someway, slept with Helena’s man in the past, and she’d found out, because that had to be the only reason, she’d ripped her vagina into threads without remorse. It literally felt like the ring of fire between her legs, and she wanted to slap the piss out of Helena for igniting it. As pretty as Helena was, Forever wouldstill rather see her with a black eye, busted lip, and a bandage over her own lady parts for lighting that match amid her thighs like that.

I wish Goody was here. She’d slap the taste out of her mouth for me.

“I’ll do it for you,” a deep voice came out of nowhere.

Forever’s head whipped to the side rapidly in search of the voice. It was familiar and comforting. It washisvoice, but what was he doing there? She’d assumed she’d been alone. Furthermore, had she made that Goody comment out loud? In a rush, Forever’s eyes rotated to Helena. She was still down there doing one thing or another, but not looking at Forever, so surely, she’d only thought that remark. But…if she had, then how hadheheard it? And what in the world was he doing there?

That breathtaking half smile curved one side of his face as he stared down at her, obviously observing her discomforting confusion. One hand tucked deep into his tailored suit pocket, showing a small portion of his waist and wide sculpted abs. Even through his undershirt and dress shirt, Forever could still see the definition of his stomach, and she loved and missed it to death. His size and mysteriousness taking over the entire room.

“Close your mouth, I’m here,” he attempted to soothe her again with those beautiful lying lips.

“But, why? How?”

Marcellus’ hand rubbed over the top of her head, smoothing her straight hair down over the small pillow she’d been resting on. His brown skin smooth and glowing like it always did, while his facial hair lay manicured to perfection.

“Because you asked me to come.”

“When?”

Forever frowned in perplexity. She hadn’t spoken to Marcellus in months, and even then it had been strained, so there was absolutely no way she’d requested his presence to her wax appointment. Especially all the way in California…unless she did.Did I tell him to come to California?

“Yes, you did.”

Knitted brows and squinted eyes were all she could muster as she glared at him. “Why do you keep doing that?”

“Doing what?” he questioned with that sickening composure he had no matter what and no matter when.

“Hearing my thoughts.”

“Because I can hear them. I’m inside of your body, Forever.”

“No, you’re not.”

“If that’s what you want to tell yourself.”

Forever rolled her eyes in a huff before looking down to hurry Helena along, but she was no longer there.

“It’s just you and me, Forever.” Marcellus lifted her from the bed and sat so that she was cradled in his arms. “Like it should be.”

“Tell that to yourself, because the last time I checked, it was you, me, and your wife.” She tried pushing herself from his lap unsuccessfully.

“It was always just you and me, Forever. I love you,”

“Oh, hell no.” She shook her head adamantly, not the least bit interested in hearing any of his lies.

“You don’t love me?”

“I used to, but not anymore. You ruined that.”