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omg you had me cracking up with your fb! singing Maria Carey's "vision of love?" your poor children! I will write more often to keep them from that horrid song love your support, means so much to me. thank you so much.angelina: yes Zan is so sweet to her, and she so needs it. thank you for everything, I think I need to see your fb now
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so sorry this took so long, I promise it won't be that long again.
please excuse any mistakes, I had to write this very quick and it's 5:30 am.
Chapter 11.
Quickly I tie my bathrobe around my naked body that I managed to grab before running down the stairs.
Holding Zan’s hands tightly in mine I look deep into his eyes pleading for him to listen to me.
Once again I hear Max pound on the door this time slurring his words revealing to me that he has been drinking.
“Zan he’s drunk he’ll believe anything I tell him at this point. Just please go; I will call you later when it’s safe to talk. I promise.”
Smiling softly I kiss his lips savoring the sweet taste of him.
With a deadly serious look on his face he stares into my eyes.
"Do you really think I'm buying this? You're going to be safer with him drunk? Liz how stupid do you think I am? No...no way I'm leaving. I can handle Max."
Tears fill my eyes as I brush my hair away from my face impatiently.
"That's just the problem Zan. I know you can handle Max. In fact I know exactly where this will lead to and there's no way I'm risking you getting arrested."
With a defiant step towards me I surprise him by putting his hand under my robe over my heart.
His expression softens immediately as his hand connects to my skin.
I have his attention.
"Zan, can you feel my heart beating? For the first time in my life I'm in love, you have made me feel something that I know I can't live without again. Please, please I can't risk loosing this. I will never lie to you Zan. I know how to handle him. We have to do this right. Max has too much power and pull in this town you take one step towards him and you'll be standing before a judge by morning."
He's knows I'm right but I can see he doesn't care. The thought of Max hurting me in any way is too much for him now.
I see right threw him, I have to go for the gut if this is going to work.
"Zan it's the only way. If you really love me you will go."
I can see the turmoil churning inside him as he caresses my cheek. I've got him and he knows it. I'm asking him to prove his love for me, he has no choice and although he silently agrees he is fighting his instincts every step of the way.
His jaw is clenched, his fists balled up, the powerful muscles in his arms are flexed. The man in him wants to protect his girl at any cost. This is very clear and it worries me.
I can also see the wheels in his mind turning, he's not giving up so easy. I know he's searching for a loop hole, a way of sticking with his promise but making sure I'm save.
I know this is killing him.
Before he leaves he turns and looks down at me with an intensity I haven’t seen from him before.
“If I don’t hear from you by midnight I’m coming back here and I’m not leaving without you, no matter what. This I promise you.”
Nodding quickly I close the door and take one last look at him before facing Max with an explanation I have yet to come up with.
Ordinarily terror would be flowing threw my veins at a moment like this, but for some reason I am overwhelmed with a calming feeling that everything will be alright, that I will find a way to handle this somehow.
Turning the water on in the sink I take a few hand fulls of water and drench my hair letting the droplets fall dripping down my body under the robe.
As I make my way threw the destruction we have caused I pull the robe tighter around my body securing the knot knowing Zan’s scent is all over me.
I take a few deep breaths to prepare myself for sounding like I have been running down the stairs.
Quickly I unlock the door and look up at Max who is very uncharacteristically disheveled.
His always-perfectly slicked back hair is tousled in all directions and his tie is loose hanging to one side with the first three buttons of his shirt opened revealing his white tee shirt underneath.
His jacket is off and on the ground hanging by one of his limp hands as he leans against the house.
His always perfectly starched white shirt is pulled out of his pants at one side hanging over his trousers.
I have never seen him this way since the day I met him.
His angered expression turns to interest as he eyes my lack of attire.
I can tell by his half opened eyes and how he is swaying back and forth on the front step he is stinking drunk. This is highly unusual for Max.
Max is all about control, and at this moment he is as far away from control as he can get.
Still stunned by his appearance I watch as he throws his very expensive briefcase inside the house and stumbles by me.
The stench of scotch is overpowering as he lets his jacket fall to the floor and reaches his hand around the back of my neck beneath my hair.
Just as I am about to close the door I see Zan standing on the grass just below the first step hidden slightly by an oak tree. I believe he has found his loop hole.
I widen my eyes and nod slowly indicating that I am safe before closing the door.
I should’ve known he wouldn’t have just left. I pray silently that he will go but I highly doubt it.
After locking the door I am pulled into Max’s arms and we fall onto the couch due to his unsteady feet.
“Is everything ok Max?”
My voice is calm and controlled as I see him eyeing my thigh and his hand parts my robe revealing my bare skin.
As if a light bulb has gone off in his brain he leans back as anger slowly forms back into his face.
"Hey what took you so long? I was waiting out there forever! And why was the bolt locked, you never use that!"
I run my hand threw my damp hair and try to remain calm. "I was in the shower Max, can't you tell?"
His expression changes back as he becomes satisfied with my answer. His eyes begin to follow the streams of water that have slipped down beneath my robe.
Again his half opened eyes flip back up to me quickly. "What a about the lock?"
"Max you know I don't feel comfortable without you here. I guess I just watched too much news last night. I felt safer with the bolt on today that's all. I wasn't expecting you...remember?"
Nodding he glances down at my breasts again and the smell of the scotch sickens me. Actually everything about him sickens me at this point.
"Ok but I think that's enough news for you. I always thought you were too emotional."
He begins to open my robe as he takes off his tie with his other hand. His eyes never leave my body from this point on and I begin to tremble trying to think quick.
Lifting his chin I force him to look at my face and speak sweetly to him.
“Max what is all this about? Did something happen today at work?”
He lets out a drunken sigh and falls deeper into the couch releasing my leg.
Quickly I pull the robe closed again and watch as he rubs his face with his hands and runs them threw his thick black hair.
“Yes I guess you could say something happened.”
He begins to rub the back of his neck still not noticing the condition of the house.
I feel as if my head is going to explode any minute.
“Liz I need a drink, make yourself useful and get me a vodka and tonic.”
I stand up in front of him blocking the house from his view as he attempts to get off the couch.
"I think you need to lie down Max. You're not used to drinking, I don't want you to fall and get hurt."
He chuckles sarcastically as he concentrates on putting one foot in front of the other.
"What a good wife, always looking out for me. For a second I almost thought you had someone up here! I think even you value your life too much to be that stupid."
His eyes squint from the sun that is pouring in from the large windows in the front room. This always bothered me but at the moment I couldn’t be more grateful than to see the harsh bright sun.
Slurring his words again he stares at me intently threw his bloodshot eyes.
“You look different.”
Trying to appear as innocent as possible I shrug my shoulders and place his arm around my neck.
“I took a shower I told you, I didn't get a chance to comb my hair I’m a mess.”
He shakes his head no and halts his steps to really look at me.
"No you look good, sexy." A perverted smile curls his lips as he examines me closer.
"You're drunk, you don't know what you're talking about."
Hesitating for a moment he whispers in my ear. "My little mouse is gone. You look all flushed, what exactly were you doing in the shower Liz?"
"You're being ridiculous Max."
Holding me close he trials his fingers down the open collar of my robe and skims his hand over my breast.
A harsh cold chill runs threw me.
"Hmm am I?"
The stark realization that his hands don’t belong on me anymore is permeating every cell of my body.
I am no longer his.
I am no longer anyone’s possession.
I am Liz and I choose to only have Zan touch me.
I am flooded with a powerful charge of confidence as I help my inebriated husband up the stairs.
He can barely walk as leans heavily onto me for support and clutches the banister.
I look around and back at him blown away by the fact that he is so bombed he hasn’t spotted any of the destruction of his house.
His eyes are almost closed as he makes great efforts to lift his feet up the stairs.
“The Nelson account.”
As we turn the corner I direct him past the broken glass and shattered frames on the floor of the hallway.
As slickly as I can I guide him to the guest room hoping he won’t even notice.
As we enter the muted tones of mauve and green he lifts his head up suddenly noticing that this is not his bedroom.
“Whaat?"
“I was changing the sheets today, the bed is bare. This will do for now you really need to lie down Max.”
For a moment he pauses mulling over my explanation until his need to pass out takes precedence over his usual tendency to punish me for my laziness.
I sit him on the bed and pull the comforter down fully aware that I have not heard the loud obvious sound of Zan’s truck start.
Kneeling on the floor I remove his leather shoes and place them neatly against the wall.
“What about the Nelson account?”
I decide to distract him with what has him so distraught hoping he will pass out soon.
Pulling down the comforter I glance out the window trying to locate the old truck down the street but see nothing, he must’ve parked on the other side of the house.
Carefully I lift his legs under the covers as I watch his eyes slam shut then slightly open again watching my cleavage.
“God if I wasn’t so hammered I fuck you good and hard right now.”
I sigh as I close the blinds leaving him in the dark and walk towards the door.
As I take the doorknob in my hand he turns towards me and mumbles his last words before drifting off to sleep.
“I fucked up Liz. I banged our most valuable client's wife and now I might get fired. She looked like a whore who hangs out at the local bar. How was I supposed to know?”
He’s so trashed he has no idea he just confessed his infidelity to his wife.
Before closing the door behind me I whisper to him as if he is a stranger, which is exactly how he feels to me now.
“Don’t worry Max, you’ll figure a way out of this in the morning. You always do, remember you’re Max Evans.”
Throwing his own words back at him was more than cathartic it was down right empowering.
Sure my life was a mess but for the first time in a long time I felt like it was just that.
My life.
So I thought to myself I can stay up a little longer and write an update for someone as sweet and wonderful as her! So everyone take into concideration that this was written very late, please forgive my mistakes... 
love you!