Why Did Max Leave Find Me In Paris Novels & Stories

He’s been with Jess all along. “Maximus is mine now, Selene. You were never really part of his life. Move on.” My throat tightens as I read those words attached to the picture. Anger and despair swirl inside me as I shove the phone into my bag and start the car. Maximus has made it crystal clear that he wants me out of his life. Fine. That’s exactly what I’ll do. As soon as I drive away and finally reach our mansion, my heart drops. I can see my luggage scattered across the driveway. What the hell is going on?

I've tried so hard to clear my face. "I'm sorry, Mum, Dad," I said, my voice still raspy from the crying. "Son, what happened?" Dad sat beside me rubbing my back as I was still sobbing. "Dad, mum... I'm– I'm leaving." "W–W–What? Leaving? What do you mean?" Mum asked, I could tell she was almost panicking. I feel like shit for making my mother like this. "I'm going abroad, I'm leaving this afternoon." "Why so suddenly, son? And which country are you going to?"

I looked upward with my hands tickling, just trying to guess it right. "You got a brand new car as a present?" My hands opened thinking it was correct, but she shook her head "No....." She replied "Okay, you are going on a vacation in Paris?" I added "Aw......aw.....Adrian...... Try harder" She cried out. I just said it, I am not just good at making good guesses, but she wouldn't listen, okay let me just try this last time. "Fine....fine.....fine... You are going out on a date......" I waited for some min with my cheeks curled upward showcasing my 32 teeth, I knew all of my guesses were wrong none was correct, she frowned her face with her hands folded on her chest.

Of course, I love garden so much, and it wouldn't make any sense if I don't have it in my company, right? Many thoughts cloud my mind as I stare into space. Now that the thought of Felix flash through my mind, I stop to ask myself why he was acting like that around her. The look on his face the first time he was at the villa showed that he knew her from somewhere, and it's already getting me confused. "I was right. You are here," Max's voice pulls me back to reality, and I raise my gaze to find him walking toward me. "Why are you here? I thought you went out?" I ask him as I finally stand up to my feet and turn to face him since I was going to stand up before he walked in.

Max throws the cigarette on the ground, steps on it and approaches. - What are you doing here? - I came looking for an acquaintance. - He asked you to come here? What a son of a bitch. Max takes off his hood, so I can see something I noticed the first time I saw him; sunken and red eyes. - He didn't ask. I came for me. - Wait... - Max close his eyes - Are you waiting for LeBlanc? Was he with you that night? The White? - I... - I'm thinking for a second - Do you know his first name?

Taking a deep breath I speak the truth of my past. "Austin found me a few years ago. As all of you know I wasn't in a good place, but none of you know why. Not even Austin." Austin sits, along with everyone else, while Max's eyes study with me with determination. He was most leery of me, something that at first I hated, but now appreciate. In a way, he saved me Christmas eve from destroying myself.

*GIANNA* After leaving Maxim's company,I stopped by a cafe to get coffee and some snacks. As I sat there and ate,I wished I could just leave the city from here. But I couldn't run away from Maxim.I know that when he chased me from city to city. I guess I just have to harden my defenses now.Maxim is a proud man.He knows that a lot of women wanted him.I had felt that if I continued showing him that I was completely uninterested in him,he would feel disrespected and frustrated and then let me go.

Brielle Clarke ~•~ The tables turned and by the time we left Paris, Maxim was mad at me and not the other way around. After Debbie’s visit, Maxim decided it was time to go home. I was surprised at the sudden decision since Maxim said we were going to be in Paris for at least, a week. When I asked him the reason, he said he had something to take care of at home but during our flight back, he refused to speak with me. Maxim could be a petty man whenever he wanted to and at the moment, he felt like.

I groaned looking away from Isaiah who was still confused by my behavior. Blame it on the pregnancy hormones. "I was busy." Max mumbled quietly. "Busy with what?" "Is Paris that fun?" I asked with a huff and he chuckled. "Paris?" He asked and i scoffed. "Yes Paris!" I huffed. "We're not in Paris." He said and i frowned. "You're not in Paris?" I asked confused by his sudden confession. "Yeah, we're not in Paris, we left ages ago." He said and i sighed.

Because he looked so tired of life. “Why?” I said. “That’s all I want to know. Why did you leave? My eighth birthday. I remember I was waiting for you to come home from work. And you got your things and just went. Without so much as a goddamned goodbye.”“I owed a lot of money,” said Max. “To the wrong sort of people. Still do, as a matter of fact. So when Luca tracked me down, I was scared. He told me that if I didn’t do as he said, he’d alert my old lenders and I’d be a goner.”