Max And El Novels & Stories

he cuts the call and I think of how my brothers are going to kill me once they find out that I got a job and I didn't inform them. I get a call from reception that the CEO of M&G group has arrived and I tell Sam to let the come upstairs, I wait in front of the elevator for him and the doors of the elevator open and a very hot guy with dark hair and hazel eyes stepped out of the elevator with a guy that looked stressed out trailing behind him. "Hello good day I'm Eulalia, Mr Rodriguez's PA you're welcome to Rodriguez Enterprise" I say with a wide smile "Oh my you are so pretty, please call me Adrian"

N/B: Maxim is the same as Vincenzo (I made a slight mistake with the name and I've edited it) Thanks.

Elena woke up the next morning completely confused. She could still recall her dream from the night before, and it left her feeling odd. Though, in the dream, Elena hadn't been able to see Max's face, she was certain it was his voice—yet for some reason, she had called him Massimo? Why did her brain combine the two of them? Quite honestly, they weren't anything alike. Massimo was reliable but dangerous and fairly muted with his emotions—Max could be really flaky but wasn't afraid to get emotional.

Max said Oh man

This might work. **** Max didn’t work late that day, and he didn’t return home immediately after work. He, like many others, was watching Eliana’s show at that time. He didn’t participate in the game and instead sat silently watching the screen. Max had previously seen Eliana’s live broadcast and knew she was a brilliant gamer. But what she didn’t expect was for her to keep getting better. Eliana was very good at predicting because she could often see things from a big-picture perspective. She was excellent at devising strategy and could kill many enemies in one shot.

“Yeah. My boss.” “I don’t understand,” he shook his head, his brows furrowed. “How can you think that I’m your boss? Are you two having an affair – “ “Elaine?” a familiar voice boomed and I turned, horrified to see Max. He was on casual wear; neat brown chinos and a red shirt that had the first few buttons popped open, displaying his porcelain skin. His eyes were furious. I could feel the heat of his glare all over my body. Oh, shit.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

“Can I?” His gaze dropped to Julian’s bare forearm, then to the inside of the house. To Elena’s shoes by the couch. To the second glass of water on the table. “I’ll come back tomorrow,” Max said calmly. Too calmly. “We’ll talk then.” Elena opened her mouth. No words came. Max stepped back, already turning away. At the door, he paused. “Elena,” he said quietly. She flinched at how gently he said her name. “We will talk.”

A journalist rushed in with a question. Taking a seat behind the table, Mr. Maxwell's eyes dark, his expression stony, and his voice clipped, he answered, “My only heir, Elijah Maxwell, the first, known to you all as Elijah Darius, wants me to present you all with a gift.” Suddenly, Matt, Rick, Jerome, and Larry started walking among the chairs, sharing a twenty-four GB hard drive with all the reporters, and after they got done, the room was cold because every one of them was still in shock that Mr. Maxwell was Elijah's biological father.

Maxwell rises from his chair as he slams his fists down on his desk, causing his fork to jump from his plate of half eaten egg and toast. "Elias! Control your mate!" He barks at me, but only taking his eyes off of Chilli for a split second. His gaze returns to me when I dont immediately move or react to his comand. "Elias!?" He snarls with a questioning tone, Maxwell opens his mouth to bark at me once more when a calming wave washes over and off of Chilli, as she takes a deep breath.