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I hear Maya ask as we stand up to leave the office. Max chuckles. His mustache flays up a little. I'll admit he's cute and in his uniform. “I'm sorry, I have some work to do” he says politely. “Criminals to catch?” Maya asks. This time, Max laughs exposing a dental that's so white. “I'm sure we ladies will meet again.” He says and Maya shrugs. “Your loss” she says. As we he's out, Max says after us “don't stay out late, Evelyn”

It was so funny. Max Jackson, the school bad boy and player, attacked by his little sister who gave him a makeover. And not to forget, Max Jackson is also ticklish. I fell down on the floor, unable to stop my laughing fit. Soon, my parents and Cindy also cracked up laughing but stopped when they noticed the glare Max was sending my way.

Briefly, the Greek god at the front looks at me, I could almost swear he looks like he could either eat me in a way that makes my insides want to melt or he wants to murder me. His vibes don't scream attracted. As the mouth watering group of men head to the door Max greets them. Max, who is wearing all black skinny jeans and a black top, his usual look, big and broad shoulders with a nose ring and black painted fingernails is the owner. Steps out with beers in hand, smoking. "My boys, I'm so happy you could make your way out of the woods to see me." The Greek god and Max hug, and they walk in. Before Max goes inside he comes next to me and lends in.

"It's weird, you know? Holidays without everyone. Feels like I'm missing the point." Max nodded, his expression softening. "I get it. My folks are fighting again, so I bailed. But hey, we're here. Might as well make it count." He leaned back on his elbows, firelight dancing across his face, highlighting the faint scar on his jaw from a bar fight years ago. Vulnerable, real, not the invincible guy she idolized.

My heels struck the dark gray carpet, sharp, three steps, five, then I turned into the mouth of the aisle leading to my team’s block and immediately saw the cause of the world’s collapsing peace. Max was standing beside one of my analysts holding a yellow sticky note in one hand and a marker in the other, glowing like he’d just been handed access to a miniature missile launcher. Today he was wearing a thin navy sweater, cream pants, and white sneakers that of course already had one gray scuff at the toe. His black hair was falling messily over his forehead. His blue eyes were bright, too bright, painfully like someone I did not want to think about.

Miller coming towards holding a crying Max. Oh no ....... Dun...dun..dun.    Kehlani whole look.

She looked at Little Bob and Mike, then handed the tablet to Wren to watch. “You two have got to be kidding me,” she said. “A freaking flying monkey? Max is just messing with you.” “How could he mess with us like that?” Little Bob asked. “You don’t know about Max’s hobby? He makes computer-animated short films and posts them online. He’s very good at it. Bob, did you see him take that memory card out of the car’s camera?” Lindsay asked. “Well, no, but I had no reason to doubt what he said,” Little Bob answered.

All you have to do is trust me," Maxwell replied. He made me sit on the bed then took hold of my hand then shut his eyes. "Max, what are you doing?" I said. "Close your eyes and I'll show you," He replied In a whisper. I closed my eyes like he requested and he put his hand on the side of my face. I felt the warmth in his hand and just then my eyes opened and I saw Marcus kneeling before Wilfred. While they conversed I saw blood over Wilfred’s face and body. "Mom, he won't make it unless we help dad," Max said. Tears almost dropped down my eyes, but I held it back. "How can we help them?" I asked.

Dawn shook her head. “Let’s start with the good news.” “We have actual clothes. I found two of your shorts in here. They probably got mixed in with mine,” Maxwell said. “But the only shirts we have are these.” He pulled out one extra-large T-shirt with a print that read: [I Put the ‘Max’ in Maximum Pleasure] “And this is yours,” Maxwell said, showing a small-sized shirt that read: [I Survived the Max Attack!]

For five years, I was so busy helping Eric clear his debts that I never had a proper meal. Outside, fireworks cracked through the sky as people counted down. I watched as Eric set the knife down and slowly stepped toward the camera. A second later, the screen went black, and the sound of a heated kiss rang out. Susan abruptly ended the livestream, but not before leaving a caption for her followers. "If my sugar daddy wants it, it's his." In the picture, Eric's strong, well-defined hand gripped Susan's waist with unmistakable dominance. Outside, the city sparkled with light and celebration.