Max X Nikki Novels & Stories

Instead of fighting it, I decided to be grateful. "Thank you," I whispered gratefully. "What is his type?" Max asked me. "Curvy. Dark-brown hair. Exactly like me," I replied quietly. He nodded. "Is there anything else?" he asked Nik. "I would like to talk to Mary," Nik replied. "I'll message you her number. Call her and ask if you can meet her. Be polite. She isn't very fond of you for some reason," Max said. "I really don't care. I just want answers," Nik muttered.

It was not only Nicky who’d studied Max with a tinge of awe as he’d effortlessly managed to get the kite soaring; she herself had, although for very different reasons. Nicky had made his sentiments plain when he’d asked Max if he would one day be big and strong and able to fly kites. ‘Sure,’ Max had replied easily and ruffled the little boy’s hair. ‘But you’ll be able to fly kites sooner than that. Here, have a go.’ Whereas she’d had to acknowledge that the sight of his tall, athletic body had sent a shiver down her spine, not of cold or fear, but desire …

“What do you want, Nikki?” “Awwww baby. Don’t be like that.” Nikki runs her manicured hand up and down my chest. She is wearing a hot pink, short bodycon dress. Her heels have to be at least 5 inches though she is still much shorter than me. Her makeup is heavy as hell and so unnecessary. I have slept with her a few times, but since I’ve met Zahara, there is no interest there. “I’m so glad you’re here. I missed you,” Nikki leans in to try to kiss me, but I push her away. Her face falls at this, but I don’t care.

"I was starting to think you were going to let Emma’s reputation burn." "I’m here," I said, my voice like gravel. "Let’s get this over with." "Oh, we aren't rushing," Nikki said, sliding off the bed. she was wearing a lace bra and nothing else. She walked over, her eyes roaming over my chest. "We’ve wanted a piece of the Carter legacy since freshman year."

“Refuses to meet them, then I might need to find an alternative. And Maximus Vanucci…he’s one fucking good alternative.” “Shut up, Gianna…” he growled, his fingers tightening around my wrist and it was fucking painful. “He is extremly good-looking and sexy, very successful, I have always admired him…I see no reason not to want him…” “Are you drunk?” Nico demanded. “Do you hear what you’re saying?”

Fuck she was hot. Her pink lips slightly parted when her picture was taken she carried herself elegantly. When the shoot was over she slipped into a red robe and I approached her. When she saw me she let out a small gasp. "Oh my gosh you're Sebastian Miller the billionaire's son am such a big fan" she says softly. "Thanks and you're?" I pressed. She gave me a warm smile. "My name is Maxima,but you can call me Maxi." We shook hands and ever since that day we've been inseparable.