Chapter 168: Maxwell’s first smoke break in a while
Maxwell exhaled slowly, staring out at the dark yard in front of him. The lights from the house behind him casting everything in severe shadow. The smoke from his lips curled up, dispersing into the air as he wrapped his arm around himself.
Slowly, Maxwell tapped his cigarette into the tray nearby, continuing to stare out at the night sky before him as he let his thoughts run over him easily. Nothing really stuck for a long moment, his body too satiated for the thoughts that normally plagued him to settle their hooks in.
Fuck. Andrew certainly knew how to fuck the worry out of him. He also knew how to surprise him, and make him feel things he didn’t want to.
It made him uncomfortable how easily he was able to read him now. He knew that it would come with time, but it still made him uneasy. What if Andrew came across something he didn’t like? God, that would be awful.
His plan would fail. He wanted Andrew well and truly ensnared in him before he showed him all of his bad sides.
Maybe that was why he was so hesitant to go to the Doctor. Mmm, no, that wasn’t the reason. He’d always hated going to the Doctors. Maxwell had some resistance going to the Doctors ever since his Grandfather had stormed one of his visits when he was a kid. He’d been a child, and they had been doing an ultrasound on his uterus.
It had been a horrifying moment, and Maxwell was pretty sure he’d never recovered. It was shortly after that that his Dad had lost his mind on his Grandfather and sent him, and his men, packing. He’d never seen his Mom as mad as she had been at that time.
Even his Grandfather had been afraid of her.
Maxwell let out another puff of his cigarette, staring out at the forest.
It didn’t feel like only a short while ago Andrew had come stumbling through those woods to him, naked and covered in wounds. Maxwell moved his hand, bringing it into the light to stare at the two hands before him. With these hands he’d caught the giant man, carried him into the house and bathed him. He’d taken care of him.
And now, Andrew was his.