A/N: Hello Readers!

I just wanted to say thank you so much for the overwhelming love and support I have received over the past 12-24 hours. You guys are really awesome for just blowing up my email with a crazy amount of love for this story.

With that being said, I have also gotten a few just asking how often I plan on updating this. As of now, I only have about 5 (maybe 6 or 7) chapters left to write, and those should all be up by June of this year. My goal is an update every 2-3 weeks, but life is crazy and I have lots of testing coming up, so the writing might be slow on my end. Of course, my goal is to have this story finished as soon as possible. I am working on getting the rest of it done so I can keep posting chapters. The main problem is that after I finish a chapter I take the time to reread, revise, edit, and read over and over before I publish it here. All of that takes me some time because I might write the chapter one night but not have time to reread and edit it for a few days. Then I might not have time to reread it again or use editing software that does an extra good job to make sure it's as best as I can get it before I publish it. So it is taking me a little bit, but I will get it done by June of this year.

And finally, the contents of this chapter were suggested by one of you guys! I received the comment of making America and Maxon fight because not every couple is perfect, and I knew I had to include it! So, thank you for suggesting it to me and I hope you enjoy because this chapter (and the next few) are going to be for you!

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Without further a do: I present to you Chapter 28! Enjoy!

After about an hour and a half of on and off sex with on and on and off cuddling. It was already 1:30 in the afternoon and we were relaxing after another orgasmic round of sex when Maxon stated this: "America, you are phenomenal in bed."

"Maxon…" I warn.

"You are! You make me practically beg for sex."

"Practically beg? Honey, should I remind you how you were pinned down by me and had to ask for me to fuck you?"

"Nonetheless, you are fantastic and I can't get enough of your sweet va-"

"Stop it, Maxon! That is a disturbing compliment for me!"

He laughs before responding, "You make me feel like the luckiest man alive every time I get a chance to put my pen-"

"Maxon Calix Schreave! Stop it!" I sit up in our bed to pull away.

He, unrealistically quickly, pulls me back to his warm skin, though. I lean in. It makes me melt into him despite not wanting to at the moment. His lips pepper my neck with feather-like kisses, I giggle. He knows just how to make me go: "Ohh, Maxon… ohh…"

"You like how that feels, yeah?" He whispers against my neck.

A chill goes down my spine, "I love how it feels… keep kissing…"

"Only if you accept my compliment." He pulls away.

"Guess I won't be getting neck kisses any time soon. Darn." I shrug and stand up, pulling all the blankets off the bed to wrap around me. I trek around his room with all of the bedding around me like a toga of sorts. I look at his pictures, thinking about how tomorrow we will be in here taking pictures that will never truly see the light of day.

I sigh, "Are you excited for tomorrow, Maxon?"

"Yes, I am. I don't know how you plan on doing this when you won't be getting any physical touch from me until you accept my compliment of you being good to me in bed."

I roll my eyes, "Fine. Thank you for calling me 'good in bed'. I have to say, you are rather good in bed too. You know how to make me..." I get a chill thinking about what he does to me physically and mentally, "you know how to make me vocal… very vocal…"

"You are so very welcome." He walks over to me, hugging me from behind. "I never mean for my compliments to make you uncomfortable, so I apologize for that."

I turn around and smile at him, "It's okay. To be fair I was sort of being dramatic."

"Nonetheless, my compliments to you should never make you that dramatic."

I giggle, "While I agree with you, I think it is much more fun that way, especially if you know I'm messing with you."

We share a laugh once again. I open our bedding to him and he willingly steps in. I wrap my arms around him to close the blanket around us and also to hug him. He embraces me back. The warmth of his skin against mine in the already warm blanket is soothing. He seems to agree because before I know it we are swaying and slow dancing. 'To what?' Some might ask. I would just reply to a song that we both know and love that only plays in our heads. This was the best way to spend our date. Not just walking in the gardens, but in our room, slow dancing while wrapped in our bedding to a song that isn't even playing. I fall in love with him over and over again every day, but sometimes I fall a little faster and land a little harder.

"Maxon?"

"Yes, America?"

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

I sigh, "This is going to sound odd at first, but hear me out, I need you to kiss me now and take me over to that bed and make love to me the way you do."

"And why is that?"

"Because you are making me fall in love over and over again and I need an outlet to show you that. So, kiss me and then carry me over there and make me moan your name with so much love behind it, it makes other people's love for each other seem incomparable to what we share."

"That works for me," Maxon says quickly before his lips smash into mine. I kiss back so aggressively, so ready for him to make me moan his name as my legs shake in pleasure.

I dropped the blankets and bedding that was surrounding us, trying to move this along faster. He picked me up and carried me to the bed, setting me down gently on the edge. I scooch myself into the middle of our bed. He crawls over to me. When he gets to my feet, I part my legs. He still gawks at my naked body, even though he's seen all of it many times before. Instead of doing what he's done before, he puts my legs on his shoulders. Before I can question anything he smiles and says, "Trust me, Babe."

I trust that man with anything and everything, including myself. I just swallow my fear and nod. He begins by kissing my ankles, right by his face due to him pulling them up on his shoulders. Then he alternates sides, kissing each leg till he reaches my dripping center. He plays soft delicate kisses on my inner things, so fucking close to my center. He then kisses my clit.

"Oh!" I moan out.

I feel him smile into my folds. He kisses it again, receiving the same loud moan, "Oh! Maxon…"

His tongue works wonders for me, laying flat and licking up my dripping slit till he hits my clit and another loud moan, "Maxon…"

He spreads the rest of my juices with his fingers before inserting one into me. I grip into the bedsheets, trying not to be so loud. I bit my bottom lip, stopping another moan. He goes for another finger and as soon as he does-

Knocking. Why is there always knocking when Maxon and I are having fun?! Why do people always need us when we are busy?! "King Maxon? It's Marlee. I'm looking for America. Is she in there with you?"

"Fuck…" Maxon mutters. He pulls his fingers out of me, leaving me feeling bare without him. He calls out, "Give us just a second. We need to finish… our discussion on private matters."

"Of course. Take your time, but not too much. Silvia still needs me."

I sigh and sit up. He licks his fingers, meanwhile, I'm still oozing liquid with no one to enjoy them. I grunt as I pull myself off our bed. I ran to the bathroom to use some toilet paper to clean myself up. Maxon straightened up my dress and undergarments for me before changing. I kiss his cheek and quickly slip on the bra, panties, and dress (not bothering to make sure it was closed all the way). My shoes go on last and I pull my hair into a messy bun with the hair tie I had around my wrist from the braid Mary did earlier. Maxon runs to his closet to finish getting dressed or hide as I go get the door.

"Marlee." I huff out.

"America. What the hell happened to you?"

"I was on my date with Maxon. We were in the middle of something before you knocked on the bedroom door."

"Oh. Oh. Oh. Did I interrupt?"

I nod, "I was…we were... well, I'll spare you the details for now. What's up?"

"I just needed to know where you wanted me to drop off the community service act forms, the party review forms from Silvia, the extra stuff for tomorrow, and then the new due dates for all upcoming projects within the next week or so?"

"Community forms can go on my desk along with the party review forms and due dates. Put the due dates on top. The extra stuff for tomorrow, set in my closet on the white box with the red ribbon. Mary can help with that as well. Anything else?"

"Yes, the new community service act forms for when you finish this set are going to need to be done within the next week. Silvia wants the first set in two days. She said just a rough draft, nothing official, yet. The due dates for the official copies are with the additional due dates so that way you can plan ahead."

"Okay. Write me a note so I don't forget. Anything else?"

"Nope. That's all. I'll let you get back to your date. Sorry for interrupting."

"It's all good. Thank you for leaving."

"Of course. Spill later?"

"Ew! No!"

"You know you will!" She calls out to me as I close the door. My body collapses against it as it latches shut. I slide all the way down and sit on the floor. Too 'not in the mood' to even have a want to continue our activities from earlier.

I rub my forehead in distress as Maxon comes out from the closet, still only half-dressed. He sighs and comes over to me. His body slides down next to mine. A quick kiss is placed on the side of my head before I lean into him, "So much for loving me till my legs shake…"

"I can still do that for you." He tells me seductively.

I sigh. His offer and gesture are nice, but not being in the mood isn't going to do much for me. "It would be a waste…"

"Oh. You're not in the mood anymore?"

I sigh, "Nope. Talking about service act forms with Marlee is not exactly a big turn-on for me. Neither is knowing that I have so much work to do while on our date."

"Damn."

"Yeah, no kidding." I sigh, "I was really looking forward to that, too."

"I have an idea."

"What is that?"

He smiles devilishly, "It involves you getting naked…"

"Oh?"

"Trust me, Darling."

"I do, with everything I am."

"Good. Now stand up and get naked for me."

"Maxon, I'm not really in the mood for this anymore."

"But let me make you in the mood. I want to love you till your legs shake, Darling. Let me do that for you."

I sigh. Despite not being in the mood for much, I stand up and start to remove my articles of clothing at Maxon's request. At least I can make him happy even if I can't do anything for myself. I toss my heels off, then slip the dress off with ease. In just my panties and bra, I turn around and walk to the bed. I allow myself to fall back against the plush mattress. Before I know it, he is right there with me. His fingers pull off my panties as I start to unclasp my bra and tear it off.

In my nudity, he steps back and looks at me. I can see him smile and hear him say softly to himself, "A picture of perfection."

I pretend not to hear him but allow myself to fall in love with his words without any consequences.

"Baby… Love me…" I tell him as he stares at my body in adoration and lust.

He doesn't even respond. Maxon just pulls his pants down to tear them off, along with his boxers. He's hard and ready to go. I smile as he looks at my 'perfect' body. He pulls my legs up and places them on his shoulder, as he did before. Instead of kissing my supposedly sensitive center, he takes his enlarged cock and runs it up my slit. Something that normally makes me moan out, doesn't give me the same reaction. My sharp inhale does tip him off to keep going even if it's not what I am wanting. Maybe it will get better.

He smiles and takes it back down to my hole. Before I know it, he's easing the head in. I try to melt as he grunts and groans, pushing himself further in me, but I just am not into it like he is. He pulls out, still going slow before slowly putting himself further into me, again. Two slow thrusts… boring.

"Faster… please… faster…"

He speeds up. His hips thrust into mine more. As he continues to pound his hips into mine, I make a realization. It isn't the same. This moment doesn't feel the same at all. I feel his grip on my hips (which he placed his hands on my hips at some point, but I don't remember) tightens. Is he close already? I'm not close yet… shit…

"America… I'm- I'm close…!"

I just nod. If he cums and I don't… then that's the way it is. There is nothing we can do about it. He continues to move his body, pushing into me. Suddenly, his grip tightens all the way on my hips. I know I will probably have bruises from his fingers digging into me. He is going to release any second now and I'm not even close…

"Fuck, America…" He yells as his release comes. I sigh.

He pulls out and puts my legs down. He lays down on the bed with me. As he calms down I let my mind wander. What happened where I didn't cum? I always cum when he does that to me. He is always very good about that… What went wrong?

"America?"

I snap back to reality, "Mh? What? Sorry."

"You didn't finish. Did you?"

I sigh and sit up as he does. "I didn't, I know."

"But… I did…"

"I know. You were there and ready, I wasn't. It's okay. Maybe next time."

He stands up and throws on his boxers. "First off, America, don't coddle me like I'm a toddler. Second, what the hell do you mean 'it's okay'? It's fucking not. Finally, why the hell weren't you there with me? You've been on the same level every other time, what was so different this time around?"

I sigh louder, "Jesus Christ, Maxon! I don't really know why I didn't cum! Don't you think that I'm trying to figure that out for you!? Don't you think I'm even slightly upset about the fact that I didn't cum too!? Because I am! I am so- so- upset with myself! Why do you even care!? You got what you wanted! You had your moment!"

He huffed, holding back the true anger he wishes to pour out. "Because I told you… I promised that I would do anything to see you and hear you as happy as we were on our wedding night. I don't break my promises, America. I think the real question is why the hell do you care so much? It's not your fault that you didn't cum, it's mine! It's my problem cause I'm obviously not enough for you!"

"It's not just your problem, Maxon! It's mine too! You- you have no reason to be mad! You came! You came into me! You got the release! You got the good part! I was the one who let down this end of the deal, Maxon! Not you!"

"You didn't let me down!" He chuckles in anger, "I thought you weren't as dense sometimes, but here the fuck we are! You're being dense, again. Can you just get out of your fucking head for once, America!?"

"I'm not being in my head about this! I obviously messed up if I didn't cum right along with you like normal!" I sigh, but it turns into a scream of sorts. "You are being so petty about this… dare I say shallow!"

"I'm not the shallow bitch here! You obviously have a fucking problem if you think I'm petty, America! I am not shallow and I don't fucking appreciate my wife berating me and bullying me!"

"If you actually made me cum this time around, then maybe we wouldn't be in this mess, Maxon! Have you thought about that!? No? Darn...I thought you might have since this is 'your problem'!"

"Oh, so now it's my fault!? Am I hearing that right, America? It's my fault because this little argument isn't going your way!? Well how about this, My Dear. Maybe if you didn't fucking turn off like a light the second we stopped then maybe we wouldn't be here! God damn it, America, you are so fucking dense. Get the fuck out of your fucking head and focus on something that isn't you for once, god damn it!"

"If you listened to me when I said I wasn't in the mood, then you wouldn't have slept with me anyway!"

He grumbles, "You are a fucking selfish bitch sometimes, America. Do you ever realize that?"

I shake my head. I slide off the bed and get up. I can feel his eyes on me, watching me scramble the floor for lost articles of clothing that I can slip on. I can handle him being mad. I can handle calling me dense. Hell, I can handle that stupid nickname that I hate. I can't handle him calling me selfish when all I did was sacrifice myself. I gave up so much to come here in the first place. I gave up my family, my career, and my home in Carolina all to come to Angeles and he had the audacity to call me selfish. I am not the selfish one here. He's the one who came, not me. I am not the selfish one…, not me.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm getting dressed," I tell him as my underwear slides up my legs.

"Why?"

"Because I need to cool off and you need to cool off. We need a minute apart." I clasp my bra, "You are angry and I don't want to see you angry because when you are angry you are your father. So talk to me when you aren't upset with my existence and my 'denseness' and when I'm not 'in my head' like you obviously are! Maybe you can talk to me when I lose this 'selfish bitch' part of me when I'm not even the one who came!"

"Don't fucking use my words against me! You don't leave until we figure this out!" He grabs my wrist and I shake it free. I don't want him to touch me when he's pissed. It scares me. Despite knowing that he wouldn't hurt a damn fly, it scares me. I know in any other situation he wouldn't hurt me, but he is being clouded by anger. I won't let him touch me if he is being clouded by anger.

I pull my dress up and start to work on the corset enclosure. "We need a minute apart, Maxon. So don't touch me and let me walk out."

He huffs and grabs my wrist again. I scream, "Don't touch me! Let me go!"

I struggle to shake his hands off of me. All the while, I scream out, trying to get him to let go of me. After a long struggle, I shake free. "I'll see you at dinner, or maybe you won't."

"Don't fucking leave while I'm trying to talk to you, America."

I grab my shoes and rush out. I hear him scream after me, calling for me to come back to talk, as the door closes shut. My feet scurry to my office for safety. Tears start to stream down my cheeks. We had our first fight… over me… This is so terrible. This is beyond terrible. We fought and it was all my fault.