Max Mayfield Novels & Stories

I knock on Max’s office door, and he opens it. “Damn, Princess, did you bring the whole damn bakery with you?” He questions, taking some of the boxes from me. “No, but I figured I might as well bring everyone their favorite goodies.” I reply, following him into his office. We set the boxes on a coffee table that has a black leather couch on one side of it. Max likes to eat his food on the couch while he watches football on his phone. By football I mean soccer, but Max refuses to call it that even though he lives in America. Max was born in Russia and lived over there for a bit because Misha wanted Max to learn the language and have experience with the culture. I didn’t actually meet Max unti

Then he left our table and went over to other tables to greet his guests. Celia nudged my shoulder, "He's speaking to other people, yet his eyes are on you. Damn, he's checking you out, Aria." She said. "I think he's a nice guy. He's helping me get this new place for my store and I'm going to be paying so little for it. His name is-" "Max." I interrupted her. "He told me the other day." "He's a professional chef, and he owns D-Max grocery stores," Celia told me.

"We knew this was going to happen? What with your former history of f*cking around?" "This is not the time to throw blame at each other. The deed has been done, and it's now time to find a solution which, thankfully, we already have." "Uhn?" The bunch of men turned to face Micheal. The motherf*cker, he was trying to win their favor, wasn't he? "Maxwell's engagement to Miss. Caddel" "Miss. Caddel? The only daughter of Mr. Liam Caddel, the luxury business owner?"

She yelled this time more clearly that her voice echoed in the church, Everyone turned to look at her, it was now that he noticed that his Mom, Sofia and Risa where walking behind her "What is this nonsense!" Mr Madison yelled, Saul as if coming back to his senses left the alter running towards her, she hugged so tightly as if he couldn't believe she was really here "Keith" he said "Saul, Max is dying, he needs a donor, I wasn't a match please help our son will die" she cried, Saul grabbed her hand and walked out of the church with her asking various questions about where Max was and what had happened, in between crying, Keith had managed to tell him everything

" Yes. Well Papa has many clothes. It's there in his wardrobe. If you want some, Ma will surely give them to you " Maximo nodded gently at this. He headed towards the door but then suddenly stop to say this. " Don't have any lustful thought about me Arlene. Can we be siblings? That's the best I could offer you. I'm sorry about this evening. I was carried away by my emotions, that's all " Maximo walks out to meet Ma'am Eda without waiting for the lady's words. He is the Italian Mafia Boss but now a simple man who lives in the heart of Texas.

They clicked on it, and there he was, looking larger than life. Dari and Caroline looked at each other in surprise. None of them was expecting what they saw. they were more surprised about what they read. Maxwell Greenfield is a thirty-two years old self-made business tycoon. He started his first company at the age of twenty-three He is known for the hostile takeover of various companies, he is the owner of the Green Max Hotel chain, the owner of Greenfield Hospital one of the best hospitals around the world, and a major shareholder in many industries, he is at the top of the list the country's eligible bachelors and very little is known about him as he loves to keep his personal life privat

Max vowed to carry Jimmy's memory with him at all times, using it as a motivator to protect and serve, ensuring that no more lives were lost due to a lack of vigilance or dedication. Months after the tragic accident that claimed Jimmy's life, Max's emotional state deteriorated rapidly. Overwhelmed by guilt, grief, and a profound sense of failure, he found himself unable to cope with the weight of his emotions. Max's mental health suffered greatly, and he realized that he needed professional help to heal.

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.

### MAXWELL'S FLASHBACK #### At Luxford K–8 School, Maxwell was the second-best basketball player in middle school. He loved the sport, loved the team spirit, and had grown close to his teammates despite knowing some, like Paxton Owens, had a mean streak. Their dads worked at the same company, so maintaining appearances was expected. Maxwell’s father, Joseph Turner, often reminded him to stay close to Paxton. Joseph was up for a promotion, and Paxton’s dad was his direct supervisor. Although at the start, Maxwell’s friendship with Paxton was more obligation than choice, Paxton was fun to be around when he wasn’t being a jerk.

"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.