Anna looked at him angrily. She knew from what she had been studying that, as a father, he could demand and even win custody of Ian. She was no fool. But at that moment, she had to think first about what she would do to resolve this issue. She clearly couldn't defy him. Maxwell had a great advantage. He was a judge, a billionaire, powerful and..."
She left and didn't see any servants in the house. Perhaps she would have to spend the night there, and the next morning she would know what to do. So she went up to her room and opened the drawer, hoping that there would be some clothes that would suit her. She didn't want to wear that dress anymore. She found several outfits and even pyjamas. She put one on and lay down. Then the tears came. Maxwell had taken the shine off that night. But she knew she was guilty. She created expectations around people. She thought he loved her as much as she loved him. But that wasn't the case. From then on, she wouldn't fall in love with anyone else. She would dedicate her life to taking care of her son and her career. She wouldn't give herself away like that anymore. It seemed that she wouldn't have a single day of joy... It was so simple... It was as simple as him saying he didn't want to stay at the mansion. But he asked her. And she had nothing against living there, but she would have agreed to stay in the apartment if he had just told her. But Max found it easier to make a storm out of a drop of water in a glass. And that hurt her. Didn't anyone realize that she had feelings too?
She fell asleep and didn't see when the bedroom door opened and Maxwell came in and sat down next to her. But he didn't sleep. He spent the whole night thinking, as he watched over her sleep. He wasn't feeling fair, and he couldn't sleep with that weight on his heart. Her life was there, sleeping with dry tears on her face and because of him.
...
Anna woke up, feeling a hand gently stroking her face. She opened her eyes, and when she saw Maxwell, she smiled at him, having forgotten what had happened the night before. She raised her hand and placed her fingers on his lips, and Maxwell went down to her and kissed her passionately, igniting the fire that consumed them with desire, and like two bodies that belong to each other, they loved each other. Sometimes gently and sometimes savagely.
And as Maxwell had promised, he stayed inside Anna for three days uninterrupted.
It was a different experience for her. He didn't stop for her to feed or sleep. They didn't talk about anything. Just penetration, penetration and penetration. She was human and often went to sleep with him thrusting into her, and when she woke up he was still there. Anna couldn't help wondering what kind of monster he was. She felt orgasms, many of them, and she couldn't find it bad that he was invading her and not even the burning in her vagina made her dislike it, but even so, the way it all happened was still disturbing. Maxwell didn't seem to listen to her protests to stop and a few times when she woke up with him on top of her, she could have sworn she saw wings behind his back.
After three days, Maxwell allowed Anna to rest, and she slept exhausted, but he felt refreshed, and went into the shower. He put on his light blue shirt, a pair of gray pants and a pair of jeans and a T-shirt he found in the closet for Anna, and returning to the bed, he left the clothes beside her and took the sheet and covered her naked body. He wanted her to rest. But he decided that he wouldn't reveal much more of his needs to her. He listened to her moans as she lay beneath him. Maxwell couldn't get enough of her. He still wanted much more, but he would have to be patient. He still had Helen. He would need her, so he wouldn't repeat what he had done to Anna. And one day Anna would ask him to do it again, like she did those days. Until that day came, he would be what she needed at that moment. He reached out and, over the sheet, ran his hands over the curves of that perfect body and, closing his eyes to try to contain himself, he left the room. He needed something that he had taken from her during those days, but he knew he shouldn't take any more than he already had, and he would be back before she woke up.
Maxwell left without being seen by the house staff. He could hear what they were saying in whispers. Idiots! Human idiots! They were still frightened by what had happened during those three days and were making inappropriate assumptions. Maxwell knew that they were Henry's trusted men and women, but he would replace the servants one by one and put people of his own kind in their place. Ian never felt uncomfortable around him and he hoped that this feeling would extend to the others, too. He needed people who knew his secret. He would summon his two mothers to help him. Maxwell smiled amusedly. It would be interesting to see the two of them together. He glanced at the bushes and when he saw a young woman with a broom in her hand heading towards the back of the garden, he followed her. His luck didn't seem to run out.
...
Anna woke up and looked over to see Maxwell snoring. She smiled tenderly. He had finally surrendered to exhaustion. She touched his face, but he was fast asleep. She took the opportunity to leave a quick kiss on his lips and got up. She saw the clothes on the bed and liked the care he took with them. She picked them up and took them to the bathroom. After showering, she left the bedroom and went downstairs to the kitchen. She frowned. That was strange, but... she didn't feel hungry, but she still needed a cup of coffee. The staff there greeted her tensely. Anna then made it clear to them that she liked to cook and help out in the kitchen. They calmed down and began to talk to her as if she were a friend, not Mr. Lens, something Anna approved of wholeheartedly.
After coffee, she left and went to the park that her father had ordered for Ian, guided by the staff's explanations.