Max X Preston Novels & Stories

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“Why did you bring me into your project with Lauren? What was your real intention?” Preston stood, his smirk deepening. “Because I knew you’d come running. You’re predictable. Just like a dog to its master—even when the master doesn’t need him. That’s what you are to Lauren: her dog. And I want to see your face when the woman you’d sacrifice everything for chooses to dive in with me instead.”He crossed the space, placing a hand on Ethan’s shoulder, his voice dropping to a taunting whisper. “I’m not Caleb Monroe. I’m Preston Carter.”

“You're never going to believe it!” My frown deepened. “What's happening?” “Max has completely gone nuts! He went out with Finn about an hour ago and came back with a brand new red Porsche, fitted with a car seat for Finn at the back seat. It's such a beautiful car.” I shook my head, hardly believing it. “Is this some sort of joke?” “I wish it was a joke too, but it's fucking real. He told Finn that instead of going on walks, he could take him on long, soothing rides round the city and they'd get to see a lot of interesting places.”

Preston saw me hesitate and shoved down on my shoulder again. I gripped the edge of the table, ready to throw a plate at him, but then he bent low beside my ear. ‘Relax,’ he whispered. ‘Maxwell can’t get it up. He can’t do anything. Just sit still and look pretty.’ I stared at him. He stepped back. I turned slowly and looked at Maxwell again. His lips were parted in a sticky grin. His skin looked waxy. His eyelids drooped. He blinked slow.

Alpha Maximus Having spent the last few weeks travelling through every packhouse on the map. I sigh heavily from exhaustion, 'What's the name of the next pack' I ask Nathan. 'Blackwood, we will be there soon, but tomorrow night is a full moon. So I suggest we stay the extra night there to keep Chaos contained.' 'I suppose it's the safest thing to do,’ I say, agreeing with him.

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?

I walk around the pool area included in the newly acquired 1,400 square meters by X, who is standing still at the moment, admiring the facade designed in the style of British palaces. He looks at me, smiling, and then approaches, saying: "I thought you wouldn't come." "Why wouldn't I? - I ask, seriously, adjusting my sunglasses. "I tried to reach you on your phone, but it went straight to voicemail," X explains, putting his hands in the pockets of his beige slim-cut trousers.

Preston then introduced me to the rest of the family, first their Nana Max who also was the original founder of the Maxwell group of companies, and then his uncles Anthony, Jason, John, and Eric Maxwell and also his aunts Sarah, Laura, Jennifer, and Linda Maxwell along with their children, Caleb and Emma Maxwell who were the children of Anthony and Sarah Maxwell, Amanda and Nicole Maxwell who were the children of Jason and Laura Maxwell, Samantha and Peter Maxwell who were the children of John and Jennifer Maxwell, and Dylan, Aaron, and Savannah Maxwell were the children of Eric and Linda Maxwell. You might be wondering why weren't the rest of the Maxwell children not students of Felicity?

Grayson orders, and the room springs into action. "We need to track Preston's movements," I say, gesturing to one of the screens. "Figure out where he might have taken her. Check his properties, his known associates, anywhere he might feel secure. We know Preston's family owns property in the mountains. Isolated, heavily wooded. That's our starting point." Trent steps forward, jabbing a finger at a location on the map. "This cabin belonged to Preston's grandfather. He took Margo there once. She hated it, said it gave her the creeps."

Max jerked his head to look at Preston and widened his eyes as he felt what Preston said made sense. "Don't look at me like that. I was just saying things," Preston explained, feeling flustered by Max's stare. "Mr. Johnston, what he said makes sense. I'll arrange someone on it," said Max, waiting for his approval. Jared nodded, giving Max the go-ahead. Looking at Jared's expression, Max noticed Jared also seemed to think that this was their last direction of investigation. After Mac left, Preston looked at Jared, probing, "Do you have a suspect in mind?"