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  Thoughtless Sacrifice KAM CARR

  BOOK THREE

  Thoughtless Sacrifice

  Fear is only in our minds,

  Taking over all the time.

  Fear is only in our minds

  but it's taking over all the time.

  You poor sweet innocent thing.

  Dry your eyes and testify.

  You know you live to break me.

  One day,

  I'm gonna forget your name,

  And one sweet day,

  you're gonna drown in my lost pain.

  ---Lyrics from Evenscene--

  CHAPTER ONE

  Maxwell Thomas

  “It seems Georgina has secured a few new contracts for her clients” I snap, as I speak in front of the board. I narrow my eyes and look over to the opposite end of the table where my wife is sitting.

  “And we all know how she managed that.” My eyes divert to her blouse with a few buttons undone and the black bra visible to any prying eye.

  Georgina sits up in her seat and fluffs out her long blonde hair. “What Mr Thomas is trying to say....” she gives that girly grin that drives me insane. “He's very proud of me.”

  I tilt my head back and give her my special knickers combustion smile. “Not really, Mrs Thomas. What husband would be proud of their wife showing off his assets in the return for money?”

  Her eyes widen and she begins to bite down on that rosebud lip. “Your assets?” She cocks her head the way I do.

  I shake my head, why does she always do this? At this moment in time I want to bend her over this table and spank that arse until its red raw.

  She pushes out her breasts. “I do believe I paid for this myself.” I look around the table. A few people are uncomfortable with the floor show. Except a few males who are getting a good eyeful of my wife and her assets.

  I slam my fist on the table. “We'll call it a day” I say, not once taking my eyes off that beautiful frustrating woman. “I want all the reports on my desk by Friday.”

  Everyone gets up, leaving me and my wife alone. Neither one of us speak, we just glare each other from opposite ends of the table.

  I need a cigarette. You would think after 5 years I would have gotten use to her frustrating behaviour. Somehow, she always manages to surprise me.

  “What’s your problem?” She scowls, starting to pack her things away.

  I slowly rise out of my seat and stroll over to her. “You,” I say slowly.

  “Me?” She laughs. “It's hardly my fault I had to negotiate with perverts. I told you I didn't want to go, but no, you were far too busy to escort me!”

  I perch on the end of the desk and place a finger over her lips. Immediately she falls silent, looking up at me, her big blue eyes sparkling. My heart instantly melts. Maybe I did overreact. I just couldn't stand the idea of another man looking at what is mine. I lean forward and place a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

  “Was I prick?”

  A little smile springs to her lips. “Very much so, Mr Thomas.”

  I sit back up and rub my face. “I'm sorry,” I sigh. “I'm just really tired. It feels like I haven't stopped working in years.”

  “Yes, we’ve noticed” she scowls again, her hand reaches out and she grabs my leg. Even after 5 years her touch still makes an impact on my body. “Will you be home for dinner?” She asks sweetly.

  I let out a little air. “I don't know.” She removes her hand and stands up. Straight away I know she is pissed at me.

  “For fuck's sake, Maxwell” She yells. “The kids are forgetting what their father looks like and I'm forgetting what it feels like to sleep next to my husband.” She grabs her bag. “Maybe when you have a free spot in your diary you'll write us in.”

  I grab hold of her wrist and pull her towards me. I fully understand what she is saying. The business has exploded here and in Oxford. I've spent every waking moment working and I too am missing my family.

  My hands reach out for her face and I pull it down to mine. Our lips unite and I kiss her intensely. I can feel my blood beginning to pump south. I pull away and stand up, my eyes taking in her reaction. She is breathing heavily and her eyes burn into me.

  She drops her bag to the floor and now all I want is to be deep inside her. To forget about my business and the pile of work that needs to be done before tonight.

  I slowly undo the buttons on her blouse and remove it. Even after having Bailey, our child together, she has a mesmerizing body. A perfect toned stomach and not a single stretch mark. My lips trail down her neck, in between her breasts and down her stomach.

  My hands reach round to her back and I unzip her skirt, sending it floating down to the ground. Her fingertips tug gently at my hair. The overpowering craving for her fills my body. She is still my sweet fix that I can't live without.

  I gently place her down on the meeting table and pull down my zip to reveal my most precious possession. Instantly, she gives a wicked look and bites down on her lip. I rest in between her legs and pull her underwear to the side.

  In one swift movement I sink inside her, air hissing from my lips. It feels so good, her arms lock round my neck and her legs hook round my waist. She is wet and grinding slow, swirling her hips as I moved in and out of her.

  She is a beautiful woman, I watch her perfect lips form in a perfect O and it sends me over the edge. My fingers grip onto her waist and I began to pound a head.

  Georgina meets me at each thrust. The muscles in my legs began to contract and I can't last any longer. Georgina grips around me and I feel myself explode deep within her.

  Once again we have broken my golden rule....

  CHAPTER TWO

  Georgina Thomas

  I step outside and my car is waiting next to the curb. How life has changed? Jay, our driver gets out of the car and opens the passenger door for me.

  “Good afternoon, Mrs Thomas” He gives a little smile, which instantly I return out of habit. “Had a good day?”

  “Yes, thank you” I lie, as I climb into the car. I hate my life!

  We have money, a nice house and I own fifty per cent of the business. However, I never get to spend time with my husband. Olivia hates me (Maxwell's daughter from another relationship) and my son calls the nanny “Mummy!” The only pleasure I've got in my life is making my husband jealous.

  My phone rings and I pull it out of my bag. Riley is showing up on the caller ID. As soon as Maxwell had given me the job I signed Riley. I sort of felt bad for taking his limelight all those years ago. Plus, he didn't want to live with Blake any more.

  Riley's career has hit big! He has starred in a few movies and now is a major star on his own TV series. I hit the accept button.

  “Baby girl.” He yells. “Where are you?”

  I give a little smile remembering what my husband has just done to me in the meeting room. “I'm coming” I laugh. “Something just came up.”

  “Okay... I'm at The Ivy. Be quick, I have a date at four” with that he hangs up.

  “Jay,” I call out. “Could you drop me off at The Ivy?”

  Jay looks at me through his rear-view mirror. “Does Mr Thomas know about the change of plan?”

  I roll my eyes. Maxwell is still as controlling as ever. “Yes,” I snap. “He knows.” Jay shrugs his shoulders.

  I sit back in my seat and put my phone away. Like he would even notice if I showed up to work naked? All he does is work! Thank god I have Riley. An actual human I can speak to. Once a week we meet up and chat.

  He’s the only friend I have out here in LA. I no longer speak to Amy. Last I heard, her and Blake were getting divorced after only being married a year.

  Guess I'm lucky in that way – Maxwell and I have been together fi
ve years and we’re sort of happy. Well, when I get to see him.

  Jay pulls up outside The Ivy. “Do you want me to wait, Mrs Thomas?” I shake my head, but there's really no point. I know he will wait. Maxwell has probably given him strict instructions, on the account he dislikes me associating with Riley

  I get out the car and make my way into The Ivy. Riley is sitting at a table talking on his phone. I know he's only chosen this place to check to see if any famous people might show up. I think he's waiting for his début on E.

  I sit down at his chosen table, which is directly in the middle of the restaurant. I would have preferred to of sat outside in the garden. Although inside is nice, it feels very homely.

  “Will you be having the usual, Mrs Thomas?” The waiter asks, I nod and he walks off. I cringe at the thought the staff now know me. A few minutes later he returns with my salad and spring water.

  “So,” Riley smiles, finally putting his phone down. “What have you been doing today?”

  I pick up my fork. I feel myself blush at the thought of making love to Maxwell on the meeting room table. Wow... We haven't done anything like that for a while. It felt like the good old days.

  I shrug. “Same as normal.” I place a fork of salad into my mouth. I suddenly realize right then I’m starving.

  “Maxwell still keeping tracks on you?”

  I narrow my eyes. “Of course.... That is just who he is. I really don't mind him protecting me.” I place my fork down and feel my mouth turn downwards. “I just wish we could spend more time together.”

  “What do you mean by time?” Riley says in a seductive manner as he wiggles his eyebrows. I pick my napkin up and throw it in his direction. He really does have a one tracked mind. When you look as good as he does, I guess that’s pretty much nothing else on the menu.

  I roll my eyes. “Not everything is about sex, Riley.” I can’t help myself from smiling. “That is something I really don't need to worry about.” I looked around and no one is paying us any attention. I lower my voice. “We had sex today on the meeting table.”

  Riley gives a crooked smile and his grey eyes almost pop out of his head. “Lucky for some.” He sits back in his seat. “Why don't you just tell him?”

  “Why didn't I think of that?” I laugh sarcastically. “I really miss my husband. We had such a passionate relationship, full of surprises and games.”

  Riley raises an eyebrow. “Games?” He mocks.

  “Yes games” I insist, I look down at my glass and I’m suddenly filled with sadness. I want us to be a family again, like we were when Bailey was born. “I'm going to be thirty next weekend and I have a funny feeling I’ll be spending it home alone.” There I had finally confessed what had been eating me up all day.

  “Then you need to say that to him” Riley says with concern. I look up at his friendly face, I'm lucky to have him as a friend. “Tell him exactly how you feel.” He put his finger to his lip and taps his mouth. “Maybe suggest a trip?”

  That was it. There was no way Maxwell would choose work over a family holiday. Riley was a genius, I could of kissed him all over.

  I couldn't wait for him to get home. This was exactly what we all needed. Maxwell so much more. I had to get him away from the office and LA, and then maybe I would finally get my Mr Golden Rule back.

  Maxwell walked into our bedroom and slumped down on the edge of the bed. He undid his tie and began to take it off. I kneeled behind him and began to rub his shoulders. I could instantly see he was exhausted and stressed. No difference there then.

  “Ah,” he groaned softly. I could feel every muscle relaxing under my touch. “This is why I married you.” His head dropped forward and I carried on de-stressing my man.

  “Have you eaten?”

  “Yes, I had a sandwich in between meetings” He replied. “How was your day?”

  “Good. I was talking to Riley today.”

  “Yes about what?” He snapped, he really didn't like Riley and I had no idea why. Even though I had assured him, Riley and I were just friends.

  Once in an argument he did throw the whole Blake thing in my face. Blake was the man I was engaged to when I met Maxwell. I and Maxwell had an affair behind his back. Of course things ended messy. I hadn’t thought at that for long time.

  His words haunted me to this day... 'If you could do it to him, then I'm pretty sure one day you could do it again!'

  I could never hurt my Mr Golden Rule... Ever!! I loved and craved him more than ever. Maxwell saved me from hell. Blake’s mother hated me and was determined to get rid of me.

  I sat back on my heels and pulled him round to face me. I stared deeply into his luscious blue eyes. “It's my birthday next week” I began and he was listening. “I thought we could all go away for the weekend.”

  He looked away. “And you spoke about this with Riley?” I could hear the annoyed tone in his authorizing voice.

  “Maxwell!” I let out a frustrating scream.

  “George!”

  I grabbed hold of his hand. “Please,” I begged. “We never spend any time with together.” I stopped and could feel the tears building up in my eyes. “I don't want us to drift apart.” My voice was full of agony and I had to look away.

  His fingertip slowly trailed along my cheek down to under my chin. He lifted my head so our eyes locked again. “Don't be stupid,” his voice filled with the same agony. “We will never drift apart. I would never allow it. If you want to go away, then we will all go away.”

  “Really” I beamed.

  “Really,” he beamed back. I wrapped my arms around his strong neck and hugged him with all my life. “I will do anything to keep you happy, Mrs Thomas,” he whispered into my ear.

  “Me too,” I whispered back.

  Suddenly he pulled away and he was giving me the cold stare. “Then why did you change the drop off point we had discussed?”

  I shook my head and looked down at my hands. “Don't start.”

  “How is this starting?”

  He was frustrating at times. Always swapping from bossy Maxwell to my lover Maxwell. It really did annoy me. I was a 29 year old woman. You would think I could go anywhere I pleased.

  I couldn't be bothered to argue with him. I had to get my clothes ready for work tomorrow. I got up and made by way into our shared walk-in dressing room.

  I had come along way since my waitress days. I now lived in a massive house in Sunset Plaza Drive LA. The house was beautiful with views to die for. I owned 50 percent of a business, a mother of two -- kind of and wardrobe full of designer clothes.

  I didn't actually know anyone, so I didn't have much choice but to shop. My eyes wandered over to my vintage dressing table. I walked over and sat down.

  I pulled my jewellery box over and lifted up the lid. It contained my most precious possession, my heart pendant necklace. I slowly lifted it out and admired it. Maxwell had given it to me for a birthday present.

  I ran my finger along the crack down the middle. A little smile came to my lips as I remembered his saying – “The golden rule, Miss Dawson. The golden rule.” This was his way of saying never mix business with pleasure. They were the days, most stressful, but yet uplifting experience ever. I have to admit all that sneaking around was fun.

  “You still have it?” I could feel his presence behind me. He sat down next to me on the stool, draped his arms around me and rested his head on my shoulder. “I designed that myself.”

  “I love it” I smiled contently. “I shall never part with it.”

  He took the necklace off me and admired it. “Where do you want to go next weekend?” He placed my necklace back in the jewellery box and closed the lid.

  “I would love to take the kids to Disney Land” I replied full of excitement.

  Maxwell gave a little laugh. “Of all the places and you want to go to Florida?”

  “Florida?” I shook my head. Didn’t he know me by now? “Paris” I corrected.

  “Paris?” He played with
the word, his head moving side to side as he thought about it. “That can be arranged. Anything else you would like to do in Paris?”

  My eyes widen with greed. “Have dinner at the Eiffel Tower.”

  He stood up and held out his hand. “Then your wish is my command, Mrs Thomas. Come, bed!” He ordered, I grabbed hold of his hand and allowed him to escort me into our bedroom. A whole weekend in Paris, I couldn't wait.

  Olivia was sitting at the breakfast bar reading. She was always reading, shame it was a fashion magazine and not her homework. She was 11 years old going on 20 and hated me.

  “Morning Olivia,” I smiled.

  She looked up and then back at her magazine. “Can I go to the Mall after school?” She asked in her pure American accent.

  I walked over to the breakfast bar and placed my hands down. “Who are you going with?” I asked standing opposite her.

  “Cadence’s Mom.”

  I looked closely at her, she was lying and I knew she was lying. Then again, I was young once. I had to give her the benefit of the doubt. “Okay... But Jay will escort you.”

  Olivia jumped up out of her seat. “Oh my god!” She screamed. “Where's my Dad? He'll let me go without Jay.”

  “Mr Thomas left first thing this morning” Maddy our Nanny replied, placing my morning coffee next to me. Olivia stamped her foot in her normal spoilt brat way. “I hate you all” she screamed and stormed off out of the kitchen.

  I took my seat and finally allowed my attention to focus on my little boy. He was such a well behaved little chap and the spitting image of his father, right down to the red hair. “Hello, Bailey” I smiled, reaching out for his hand. He smiled and carried on eating his eggs.

  “Mr Thomas told me about the trip to Paris” Maddy said with excitement. She was a very beautiful woman in her late 40's. I hired her because of the friendliness that shone out of her. Also, she was married to Jay. We had converted part of the house as a little flat for them.

  “He did?” I looked confused. “What exactly did he say?”