I found enough time to write a chapter! I will most likely not going to be posting next Friday because I'm leaving Wednesday (March 8) to drive to Colorado, which is about a 14-hour drive from my city. I won't be back until Monday, March 14. This means I'm not going to be able to write much or even post if I write. I'll try my best, but there's not a big possibility.

Enjoy this for now!

-CL

I hear a knock on the door. "Bella? Are you in there?" Maxon's voice floats through the door. I open my eyes and respond. "Yeah! I'm coming!" I try to get myself to a standing position before Maxon comes in. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I mutter, trying, but failing, to stand up.

I see his shoes before I hear him. "Bella? Bella!"

"Shit," I mumble under my breath. I take another deep breath to try to stand, but it's useless. In this dress, I'm not standing without help.

"Bella. Did you fall again? Did you pass out? What happened?" Maxon stoops so he's at the same height as me. "What happened, my dear?" He gently brushes my jawline.

"Well…" I say, bracing myself for his response to what I'm going to say. "I passed out again." I rush through my words, hoping he won't understand them.

"Bella! I really think you should go see Dr. Ashlar. This is the second time today that you've passed out!"

"Uh…well since we promised to be honest to each other, I passed out in the closet when I claimed I just tripped." I see him ready to respond. "Let me finish," I say holding onto a hand. He sighs and nods. "I didn't want you worrying. I don't want to ruin everything for you because all you do is worry about me and there's a lot to worry about me. I think you should know that I don't need you worrying about me constantly. I do that enough. Just," I take a breath, "I appreciate it, but I think you should worry about yourself."

While Maxon's digesting my words, I decide to try to stand up. Unfortunately, I still can't. My legs are starting to cramp from sitting on my legs for so long. Luckily, Maxon sees me struggling and comes to my rescue. "Do you need help, love?"

I nod. "I can't stand up by myself in this dress. It's too awkward. I'm scared I'm going to tear it."

Maxon grabs my arms and tries to get me to a standing position. "It looks like I need to lift you up." Maxon sets me down and takes off his suit jacket. He throws it on a table and rolls up his sleeves.

"Why are you doing all of that to pick me up?" I ask, cocking my head.

"Because, my dear, it just works better this way. And I love that suit and don't want it wrinkled if I have to be an officiant." I take him in and holy shit, I want the rest of his clothes to follow his jacket. I take a breath and swallow. "Now, are you ready?" I nod.

He picks me up and I feel his hard length against me. "Maxon…are you hard?" I ask.

He swallows. "Yes, my dear." He carries me to the couch. He gently drops me and walks backward, slowly away from me.

"Do you like this dress then?" I ask slyly. I run my hands over my hips. I stand up and run my hands over all of my curves.

Maxon closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He opens them and I notice his eyes dart to my breasts before making it to my face. I smile triumphantly. "Yes, very much, love," he says, turning to get his suit jacket.

I grab his arm, forcing him to come closer to me. "What's your favorite part?" I ask. I realize I'm being wicked, but I don't care.

He looks up at the ceiling like it has a way out of this. "All of it," he says, trying to get out of the conversation.

I gently pull on his tie. "Well, do you know what I like? I love it when you wear an outfit like this." I gesture to what he's wearing. "Without the suit jacket, the rolled up sleeves, even the slightly messy hair. But the one thing that could make it better is this." I lean in and kiss him hard. He relaxes and places his hands on my hips. I play with his tie, finally pulling it off. I move closer to him, making myself flush against him. I start to move, making him moan. I know I'm pushing it, but I really want to fuck him right here, right now. He pulls me and falls onto the couch. I squeal through the kiss but quickly find our rhythm again.

When we finally break for a breath, I sit back for a moment. "Maxon…I think we should get back-" but he cuts me off with a kiss. I feel him toying with my zipper. I turn so we are on our inner sides, still facing each other. I start unbuttoning his shirt and he starts taking off my dress.

Suddenly, Maxon's phone starts ringing. Maxon groans. He keeps kissing me, but moves his hand to his back pocket, retrieving his phone. He glances at the screen. I glance at it and see the name Woodwork on the screen. Maxon breaks off the kiss and answers the phone. He pulls me close and I relax against him, sighing. "Yes, I know…We'll be there soon…What were we doing? Well…ummm…nothing that you and Marlee haven't done…Hell no, Carter! We aren't christening your room before you do. All we did was made out, Carter. Take a chill pill…Give us fifteen minutes to fix our appearance. And don't tell anyone about this! Or I'll tell them about that time at…yep, you damn well know. Alright, see you soon." Maxon hangs up the phone and sighs. "I'm sorry, Bella. We can finish this later. Now, I recommend you go fix your makeup. Carter said you could use Marlee's. She wouldn't care. I'll join you when I finish getting dressed."

"Alright," I say, zipping my dress back up. I head to the bathroom and start looking through Marlee's makeup. There isn't a lot of damage to my makeup, but there's still enough that I have to fix. I start by touching up my base and eyes, then finish with my lips. I hear Maxon slip in behind me. I fix my hair by fluffing it and spraying some products in it. I make sure this time to fix my clothes, making sure they aren't wrinkled. I see Maxon struggling and walk over to him. "You fix your hair, I'll fix your tie and suit. We only have five minutes until we have to be over there."

Maxon nods. "Thanks, my dear. Now, let's hurry. We have a wedding to attend."