Bradley Uppercrust X Max Goof Novels & Stories

Cara can totally see him being named that, he is smug just like his name. "You are totally missing the point." "Except for the part that my ass looks cute in this picture, I have no idea what I am missing." This is the second thing Cara notices after the name reveal of the angry monster. "Scroll down, Dingus." Cassie points at her phone forcing her friend to look beyond his name and her well-structured ass. Cara looks at the adjectives used to describe Alexander's "disgusting" deadbeat" "animal" "butthole", although Cara finds the last word impressive, she knew he does not deserve it.

He huffed angrily, “Hey, Charlie, I see that you’re doing pretty well yourself. What car did you drive over?” Scott interjected instantly, “Oh, Max, you go overboard. I heard that he became a live-in son-in-law who mooches off his wife. It would be great for him to have a mouthful of hot food. How can you ask what car he drives, you’re humiliating him…” “Oops, sorry, my bad!” Max slapped his forehead and said, “I’m sorry, Charlie, I’m quite straightforward, I hope you don’t mind.” Inside, he grinned sinisterly and thought, ‘Huh, Charlie Wade, let’s see how you’re going to respond to that!’

“Dad is happy, but he gave credit to you. It’s a fact that your scolding did the trick. Please try it! Uncle Max has freshly made them.” As he insisted, I accepted his offer and tasted one. Goddess, it was absolute perfection! I shamelessly took the second piece after finishing the one and joked. “Uncle Max’s recipes are the reason that I don’t fit in my old clothes anymore. He must have a secret agreement with the city gym to supply fatties for his business.” After rejection, it was the first time we had a nice conversation, Brandon even teased me with Vincent’s name.

I laugh at his words, amazed that they have not changed a bit over the years. “I know what you’re talking about. Is this some new subscription on some p**n sites or what?” I lay on my bed as I watch the action film playing on mute in the television. I press the power off button on the remote, seat up and walk towards the kitchen. “Are you nuts? That’s some loser shit.” Max says proudly, claiming that whatever Steve’s going to show is some work of art. I sit on the edge of the bed, trying my best to pre-empt the material before Max can spell it out for me.

“I’m good. I won’t be staying too long. I have a connecting flight to catch.” “No, I insist. How about joining me for at least a cupcake? I baked chocolate caramel.” “Bud, they’re incredible. I’ve had three this morning already,” Slater encouraged. Omar shrugged. “Sure. If they’re that good.” Max glared. “Three, bro? Really? You’re getting as bad as Johnny! I leave you alone for two seconds.” “And how many have you had, you Finnish bastard? I saw you stuffing your face earlier!”

“What else are you buying?” Zach lowered his gaze to Max. His face changed slightly, turning soft. “Apples. Coffee. Maybe pasta.” Issa immediately evaluated him. “What kind of pasta?” “Tagliatelle.” She thought about it. “Acceptable.” Max pointed at his little cart. “We’re buying Barbie and a monster truck.” “My Barbie died,” Issa said, then opened her tote and showed him the Barbie whose head had already been reattached, her expression that of a tiny forensic doctor. “But Mommy put her back together. Still, she has bad history now.”

~Gerald~ I scrunched my nose, turning my head away in disgust. The hell! “Did you eat or drink right out of a sewer? Your breath stinks!” Max tightened his grip on my shirt. He roared in my face yet again, “I said, who the fuck are you? How did you know Brix Oil was going to crumble even before I did!” “Fuck off!” I roared back, pushing him away. I smoothed the wrinkles on my shirt and stood up.

“Tonight’s special — Garlic Butter Chicken à la Max. A dish so good, it might just make you fall in love with the chef.” Theo rolled his eyes, sitting down opposite him. “Please. Don’t oversell your talent. We all know why you’re doing this.” Max gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. “Excuse me? I’m doing this out of pure artistic passion, brother. Not everything I do is womenizing… that is just ninety percent of me. Apart from that, I do have ten percent skills.” I covered my mouth to stifle a laugh. He was unbelievable. Then, turning to me with that devilish glint in his blue eyes, Max picked up a fork and twirled a perfect piece of roasted chicken on it. “You, Miss Whitmore,” he said,

Max laughed sarcastically as he folded his arms across his chest. Jane stood in front of him with a beet red face, almost bursting with emotion. "Give me the video," Jane shouted angrily. "You have no right to embarrass me like this even though we are no longer together." Max's eyebrows shot up high and he snorted derisively. "Answer my question first. Why did you upload those pictures and pay people to create fake accounts and write bad comments about Ken?" asked Max in a sharp tone.

I am not going to let a stupid little crush destroy everything I work for by being a distraction. I am so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t hear the voices on the other side of the door. I just open it and was met with a heart-sinking sight. Boobs-for-brains is naked, kneeling in front of Alpha Max, hands on his belt. Alpha Max Is sitting in his chair, he looks like he hasn’t slept but he still looks drop-dead gorgeous. His eyes meet mine and his heavy stare makes me want to melt. I have to stop, what will it take to get over this stupid crush?