The smoke from the cigarette slithered around the cigarette as Max took one final puff. Betty lay curled up on the luxurious bed. Beneath the sparkling white duvet, she was totally naked.
"Babe? You're up already?"
She was scratching one eye while stifling a yawn. Max leaned to kiss her, mischievous glint in his eyes as he did. He killed the tiny flame from the cigarette on the ashtray and held her closer.
"I've been meaning to ask you. What was your mother whispering to you about the last time you were here?"
"It's none of your business you nosey parker." She cackled a high-pitched laughter that was too obviously a fake and frequently practiced one.
Max was not convinced. Something was up and he would find it out.
He got up from the bed casting a completely naked shadow on the wall. I need to shower. The sweat from all that exercise is more than enough to fill a tank.
Shall I join you in the shower, babe?
If you want." He shrugged, striding towards the frosted glass door.
Betty stepped out of the bed and squealed after him.
They soaked in the warm bath, sipping wine and listening to each other's breath, each of them with his thoughts.
Betty wondered if he was too daft or just pretending to be oblivious to know that she must be up to something for being with him.
There was one more reason why she was here and she was getting it by crook or by …
"What are you thinking about?" Her reverie was broken by the raspy voice.
"What do you think I'm thinking about?" Her lacy fingers traced lazy circles on Max's chest, her lips curled in a mischievous smile.
"I'm thinking of doing dirty things to you."
She reached underneath the lather and tickled his sex, her touch electrifying and teasing. Max groaned, a finished man.
The Sinclair brothers just had to be punished for every single one of their father's wrongdoings.
She knew that the old man had been trying to atone for his misdeeds since he accidentally met her in her penultimate year as a volunteer at a medical outreach he had hosted, Father's Wrongs. When he realized who her father was via her name, he tried as hard as he could to keep him close to her.
First, he paid off her outstanding bills claiming that he was doing it because she was outstanding at the outreach. He soon got her a slot to do her residency in one of the brightest hospitals in California.
She began to suspect home when he bought her a house and told her it was also a gift for graduating as an A student. The next time she went home, she dug around the house and found trails that led her back to him.
It turned out that he had been the reason why his father lost his entire livelihood and means of income which inevitably led to her mother's rise in blood pressure and eventually her death.
So, when he had asked her to be his son's girlfriend, she didn't hesitate to say "No". She was ready to infiltrate into the family and pay his entire family back in the same way he had paid her own family. The enmity between both brothers had already even made the job really easy for her. All she needed to do was play her games really well with them as her pawns.
She had never felt more alive than in those times when she moved her pawns so easily and so quickly.
Max rose from the tub and lifted her into the room and onto the bed. He pressed his palm flat to her lower belly, looking her dead in the eye and reaching for her throbbing clit. Her head reeled as he began to massage it in slow expertly soft circles. Her core tightened and clenched and
Sweat misted her skin and she became so wet and hot that she took the whole length of him when he slid inside. A breathless cry escaped her lips before she'd taken him to the root. Her body rippled around him, squeezing, trembling on the verge of orgasm.
Max cursed and gripped her hip with his free hand, urging her to match his rhythm and speed. Sweat dotted his upper lip. His hips churned impatiently as she leaned forward to collect the salty liquid on the upper curve of his lips.
"Slow," he warned again, with an authoritative bite that sent lust pulsing through her.
Betty moaned as Max churned ferociously.
Max was whispering incomprehensible and guttural nonsense.
Their clandestine activity was interrupted by the sudden sound of footsteps outside the door. The door flung open and revealed a menacing figure of Mrs. Sinclair, Max's mom.
Without a word, he sprang from the bed, while Betty battled with the duvet to cover up her nakedness. She had just been interrupted when she was about to experience the most miraculous orgasm of her life. She rolled her eyes at the petite scanty haired woman who was glaring at her from the entrance.
Mrs Sinclair stood there without a word, her gaze darting from the woman on the bed to the totally naked man before her.
"Mom, you could have used a knock or two you know. Barging into my room at will is something that we left behind a long time ago."
"Oh, will you shut up! Sleeping with your brother's girlfriend has to be the next big thing on your priority list"
"But he doesn't even want her…" He started to put on his drawers.
"And you have become the one that sucks up at his unwanted items."
Betty winced on the bed and pretended to tie her hair.
"Both of you should get dressed and meet me in 10 minutes at the study." The door banged after her leaving an angry Max and a taken-aback Betty.
"Let's continue from where we stopped, babe.
Betty hissed and made her way into the bathroom.
"Not after you watched your stupid mom call me an unwanted item!"
"Hey, watch your tongue." Betty rolled her eyes and started to throw on a bit of clothing.
"Come on, babe," he attempted to hold her.
"Hey! You will stay away from me, Mister." Her nostrils flared and her eyes told him she wasn't joking.
"Fine!" He shouted back at her.
Betty opened the door while Mrs SInclair's voice traveled up at them in the hallway.
"Should I come get you a pair of fornicators?"
Where's the document, Betty?
"I had it sent to you via your mail. You didn't want anyone seeing it, remember?"
"What document?" Max inquired seeing that was the only one left in the dark.
"I do remember telling you to come with a hardcover.
Betty grumbled before shuffling to Max's room and back, holding a white piece of document.
Mrs Sinclair took the document from Betty and handed it to Max.
This is something I believe you should know.
Max took the document, confused and uncertain of what to expect. He knew his mom would say nothing until he had had a look.
A moment passed with Betty and Mrs Sinclair staring at the young man who sat right in front of them.
His narrowed and widened. He seemed to be wheezing. His hands trembled as he stared right down at the document.
"Why are you telling me this now?" He roared and punched the air, scaring both the younger and older women before him.
"Is that why you always made me feel lesser than him? Is this why you always wanted me to do something better than he's done? Mom? Is Dad aware of this?"
"Oh shut up and get a hold of yourself." Mrs Sinclair could not hide her disgust as she chastised her son.
"The fact remains that the media believes that you are the only true son of the owner of the DE'Clair group and therefore the legitimate heir. What more could be more powerful?"
"Why did you have to show me this then?"
"Well, I needed you to do better at overtaking your brother."
"He is not my brother!" Max roared, visibly shaken, Betty could not be bothered. She had expected way more than the mild meltdown that Max was displaying.
She had become so used to the Sinclair brothers' meltdowns and angry moments that nothing ever fazes her about them anymore.
Mrs Sinclair rose from her chair and walked to the window that opened into the expansive garden outside. She stood there for a moment, gazing out at the lush greenery, her thoughts veiled behind a mask of composure. The tension in the room was palpable, thick enough to suffocate any conversation. Betty glanced nervously between Max and Mrs. Sinclair, unsure of what would happen next.
After what felt like an eternity, Mrs. Sinclair finally turned away from the window, her expression unreadable. "Everything is at stake here. And I don't think you understand the gravity of the situation or you would be thinking of your father's legacy here and how to make sure it doesn't go to that bastard."
But I'm the bastard here!" Max interjected.
Betty watched as Mrs Sinclair strode from the window to MAx in one second and landed him a smart slap.
"I'll be waiting for you to proof to me that you're better than sucking off after your brother's leftovers."
With that, she picked up her trench coat which had been hanging on the and left the room.
Max was trembling and wheezing. She didn't know what to do. She had been the one who collected the samples and ordered the DNA test at the laboratory. She hadn't expected to be present when Mrs. Sinclair revealed the news to him now, she watched a man who had only been genuinely interested in pleasuring her wheeze right in front of him.
She watched for a minute before walking gently and placing a hand on his shoulder. As she hugged him, she couldn't help but wonder why she hadn't noticed the marked differences between the Sinclair brothers. While both men were tall, Baron had the body of an athlete, muscular in the right places, with broad tapered shoulders that could sweep any woman off her feet. Max on the other hand was lanky, with black hair and black eyes that contrasted greatly with Baron's ginger hair and hazel-colored eyes.
She could feel his rigid body shudder in stiff shocks as he recoiled. His hand balled into a fist and he sucked in air through his teeth. He roughly pried Betty's hand away from himself.
"I know what to do. He said and stormed out of the room, leaving a stunned Betty.