Chapter 6

• Chapter 6 She Confuses Me
• Maximilian's point of view
• We arrived at the aisles of the mall, and Madison looked like an excited little girl on a shopping spree. She asked for a substantial amount of clothes, numerous accessories, makeup, and perfumes. It didn’t bother me at all—money was no issue. What was troubling, however, was the strange feeling I had since the first time I saw Madison.
• My best friend once told me that chemistry exists and if you have it with someone, they will occupy your thoughts all day. I didn’t believe it at the time. I’m thirty years old and had never experienced it with a woman.
• And there she was: the archetypal woman deceived, scorned, beautiful, abandoned, and desolate, waiting for someone like me to rescue her. I was the perfect candidate to be her savior.
• We entered a luxurious clothing store, where I planned to buy the outfit Madison would wear when I introduced her to my father. I was excited about it.
• “Can you give me your opinion, please?” she asked as soon as we entered.
• “Opinion?” I didn’t quite understand.
• “Yes, Maximilian, help me choose the dress that best suits the occasion.”
• “Me?” I asked, confused. I had never done this with any woman before.
• “Yes, you,” Madison said as she dashed to the racks and began picking out dresses. One by one, she tried them on. I sat in a chair outside the fitting room, and as she modeled each dress, I found myself oddly comfortable. Her figure was spectacular—small waist, modest hips, and rounded breasts.
• I felt like a cad for taking advantage of the view, but it was impossible to ignore.
• “Do you like this one?” she asked, showing off the fourth dress she was trying on.
• I shook my head. “No, try another one,” I replied. Though I liked all the dresses, I was more interested in watching her parade in front of me, admiring the contrast between her white skin and the vibrant or muted tones of the dresses. It was oddly fascinating.
• What was happening to me?
• Madison continued trying on dresses, about ten more, and my response was always the same. Despite my preferences, I was captivated by how she looked in each one. Exhausted, she finally sat down next to me.
• “The problem isn’t the dresses, Maximilian,” she said, resting her elbows on her knees and burying her face in her hands. The neckline of her dress was more exposed, and I took advantage of my vantage point to glance inside, catching a glimpse of the pink edge of her nipples.
• I swallowed hard, feeling a mix of desperation and frustration. I wasn’t usually the kind of man who would ogle a woman, but after two hours of watching her model dresses, it was almost impossible to remain indifferent. I stood up from my chair, pressing my brows together to hide my discomfort.
• “Take them all and surprise me that day,” I said, trying to sound as composed as possible.
• “What?” Madison looked up, confused.
• “Yes, they’re all fine,” I confirmed, my tone serious. “We need to get going. We have things to do.”
• She nodded, and I quickly moved to the saleswoman to pay for everything Madison had tried on. Six hours of shopping had been both enjoyable and stimulating, and I needed to distance myself from the situation.
• Geronimo, Madison, and I loaded the numerous purchases into the limousine. As we drove off from the parking lot, I avoided looking at or speaking to her. I was too aware of my reactions, and I needed to keep my distance.
• “Is Maximilian angry with me?” Madison asked a few minutes before we arrived at the mansion.
• “Of course not. I just have other matters to attend to. I’ll be back tonight,” I replied, trying to sound reassuring.
• “Alright, I understand,” she said with a smile.
• When we reached the mansion, I helped her unload everything and handed her over to Dennis, who would handle the arrangements. I then turned to Geronimo.
• “Take me to Las Vegas,” I ordered.
• “Understood, sir,” Geronimo replied, starting the drive.
• I slid on my sunglasses and headed to one of my favorite spots, a place where all my darker desires were fulfilled and where my money was the only thing that mattered. About thirty minutes later, I stood in front of a solid wooden door. From the outside, it resembled an eccentric golf club, but inside, it was a haven for the wealthiest men in the city, a place where they could indulge their wildest fantasies.
• I pushed open the doors, and despite the broad daylight outside, the interior was shrouded in a somber gloom.
• "Gregory, my friend," I greeted the only truly sincere friend I had ever known.
• "My brother, it’s good to see you, Maximilian," he responded with a French flair.
• "I needed to come; I have a pressing matter," I said with a hint of irony.
• "I can’t imagine what could be so urgent, my friend, though I too have my needs. My spouse and her bulging belly leave me little room for fantasies."
• I turned to him with a touch of irritation.
• "I’m not one to judge, Gregory, but you should take better care of her. It’s not right for you to indulge here while she’s on the brink of childbirth."
• "When the child is born, things will change. She is my queen. But tell me, when will I see you married? I’d love to have a godson," he said with a playful tone.
• "Very soon, brother, very soon."
• "What?" His eyes widened in surprise.
• "As you heard, but it’s just a marriage of convenience. For now, let’s have some whiskey!" I exclaimed with enthusiasm.
• "We must celebrate that my friend is getting married!" Gregory joined in the excitement.
• A few drinks later, a pair of blondes with pronounced curves and ample breasts were seated on our laps. Chantal, the woman attending to me that night, had enormous breasts, and her pink nipple peeked out from under her nipple cover. As I looked at her, I couldn’t help but recall the fleeting glimpse I had of Madison’s nipples earlier, and I felt a pang of guilt.
• The sight of Chantal made me crave the presence of a woman even more.
• "What, darling? Do you like my breasts?" Chantal asked as she pressed them toward me. I licked my lips and looked at her.
• "Yes, you have beautiful breasts."
• "Hum, honey, tonight’s rate is $2,000."
• "I’ll give you $10,000. Just let me have some fun," I replied.
• The delighted woman licked my cheek with her tongue, and my arousal was immediate. Chantal stood up and winked at me, signaling me to follow. Mesmerized, I followed her. Her curvy hips swayed enticingly, and I was eager to experience the pleasure that money could buy as many times as I wished.
• We arrived at a room adorned with a bed draped in red silk sheets. Chantal removed her nipple cover and the tiny thong she was wearing, standing before me completely naked.
• Despite her body being enhanced by surgeries, it was undeniably appealing. Although I wasn’t accustomed to kissing the women I spent the night with, only indulging in my desires, the motivation of the evening stirred something different within me. I found myself eager to taste her, particularly drawn to her breasts.
• Chantal obliged, unbuttoning my pants, and my arousal became immediate.
• "Wow!" Chantal exclaimed. "I really like what I see. Do you want me to take care of it?" she asked with a suggestive tone.
• "That's what I’m paying you for." Without hesitation, I guided her head towards me, and I buried myself in her mouth, feeling the intense pleasure of her movements. As I glanced down, I noticed that my size was overwhelming for her, but that didn’t deter me. I increased my rhythm, despite her barely being able to look at me directly, only managing to do so with tears forming in her eyes from the force of my thrusts.
• "Oh!" I groaned, overwhelmed by the sensation. I then stopped her.
• "Don't you like it?" she asked with a hint of disappointment, her makeup smudged and her mouth looking disheveled.
• "I’m enjoying it, but I want to focus on your breasts now."
• The woman squeezed her huge breasts and began moving them around my member. I moved closer to her, stared at her, and wanted to reach out to her, but something puzzled me.
• The image of Madison came to my mind, with her pink nipples and the dresses that clung to her figure in front of me, causing my excitement to rise to a maximum level.
• While I was fucking Chantal's breasts, the image of Madison was still in my mind, and I moved my hips faster. I moaned so loudly that they could have heard me outside, but I didn’t care. Suddenly, I felt the veins of my member contract, and a hot jet shot out, landing directly on Chantal’s face.
• I had experienced the orgasm of my life!
• I caught my breath, and the woman wiped my glans with her mouth. We quickly got back into action. I fucked Chantal while thinking about Madison the entire time; I didn’t understand what was happening, but she confused me.
• That night, I got drunk with Gregory, ended up with another woman later, and vented all my desires. It was like a kind of bachelor party.