One Night Stand (AU, M/L, Adult) Part 12 8/1 [WIP]

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Title: One Night Stand
Author: hazz ..Haley
Category: Au M/L and some others
Rating: Adult? I’ not sure how good ill be at the hot stuff but that’ where Iwant to go
Disclaimer: I don’ own anything
Summary: Michael takes Max out for some "innocent" fun that may just end up ruining Max's Life. Or does it?
Authors Note: Okay guys, its my first fic and I’m all about Max and Liz so don’t fret.
I already posted this fic but decided to clean it up a lot and repost. So if you’ve read it there is definitely new stuff that you should check out. I need feedback!!!!


Prologue

If I knew anything about love I would not be in the situation I am in right this moment.

I am stupid. I am a stupid, stupid man.

Why didn’t I have control and restraint? Why couldn't I of kept my hands to myself?

She was just so damn hot and she definitely charmed me good. So much for my first one night stand.

She's in my life forever and I don't know what to do or tell everyone.

I got a slut pregnant and now my life is officially over…

Chap 1.

What am I going to wear? Blue or black jeans? Blue. Faded or dark? Dark. Hair gel or none? None. All right that’s okay. I look ok. Olive green V neck short sleeve and dark blue jeans with no gel in the hair.

I sound like I’m sixteen. I hope this is what I’m supposed to wear. What is the dress code for a stripe club? If its leather then that’s just the end, I don't do leather.

Just because I haven't gotten laid in a couple months doesn't mean I need to get it on with a stripper. Maybe it was eleven months. At least it hasn't been a year! Does that count?

I hope the bar tender is a girl. I would rather get down with her, at least she’s behind the counter with no, um, infections. I hope.

I take another look in the mirror and decide the sixteen-year-old look is all wrong; I’ve got to change.

I’m about to strip myself when Michael bangs on my door. Looking in the mirror, I mutter 'too late' before walking out of my apartment to go live probably the worst, but most satisfying night of my life.

As Michael drives, I get even more nervase. “Michael I –“ before I can chicken out he lets out a big whoop and says we’re here as he pulls into a huge parking lot.


This place is not a strip club! It’s a dominatrix palace, which is creepy.

"Michael where the hell did you find out about this place and what makes you think I’m that desperate?" He sighs that sigh your mother sighs when you ask to do something for the millionth time that she thinks just isn't right for you.

Of course Michael thinks this is all too right for me.

"Maxwell, there comes a time in ever twenty two year old males life when sex is not something you don't get every week.” He glances over at me and notices that I didn’t buy a word of that and am about to call a cab when he continues

“What I am trying to say is that our twenty's are it for us Max. It’s our prime. We're are going to hit thirty and that's when its our woman's turn. If we aren't experienced enough to keep them coming every night then we are going to wind up lonely old men Max, they will be out on the prowl. Its up to me to keep you, how do I put this, nourished."

I’m a grown man, my mother doesn't even use that line with food anymore.

"Nourished Michael!! I don't want to be dominated!!" I scream, trying to make it clear that this is not my scene.

"Max they do what we want. You can dominate one of them if you like, I know you had a thing for your grade twelve English teacher. Maybe we’ll find one in here, you can request her to read Shakespeare!" He smirks in my direction when I scratch behind my ear.

That was just a phase. Everyone gets a crush on one of their teachers at some point in their lives, right?

"Michael. I did not, and that is just wrong. But since we're out here, we might as well have some fun" I need to live down my reputation for never getting laid and what the hell, I am a little malnourished.


Michael had everything ready with reservations and girls picked out for each of us.

His has a body like a model; tall and skinny with lush black hair. Apparently her name is Eureka, I can only imagine what it would be like to moan out that ever time I came. Michael wishes me good luck as she takes him by the hand down the hall.

My girl is a different story. She is shorter with blond wavy hair. She has big breasts and meat on her unlike the model. Her name is a little more down to earth, Teresa.

I am taken out of my thoughts by her voice “Michael told us what he wanted done and said you would let me know what you would like when you got here, so tell me Max. What is your fantasy?”

She finishes in a seductive whisper and I cant help but think back to my English teacher. I might enjoy this more than anticipated.

~~

As we walk out of that place a good four hours later I have to admit that I’m glad I came. The girl was hot.

She had moves I have never seen before, not that I’ve seen a lot of moves but if I had, I would be impressed. Id never bring her home to my parents but boy oh boy was she good at her job.

"So Max, how was your tutoring session?" Michael smirks at me.

"Michael, It was fantastic. How was your trip to the bakery?" I knew Michael liked cooking but definitely didn’t think he had a bakers obsession.

"Oh how I love a woman who brings sweets into the bedroom" He has his eyes closed and his hands are rubbing his stomach.

“Michael why didn’t you ask her to be a chef, you could have brought your own costume.” He sighs and shakes his head before patting my shoulder.

"I’m a chef Maxie, I don't need another in the bed, plus, I like getting to know attributes of different lines of work"

I snort at this. Leave it to Michael to justify coming to a dominatrix palace.

The drive home is in silence as we both think about what just happened to us. I am sure Michael is already planning his next visit.


As for me, the hotness of my night has worn off and all I want to do is have a shower, hot then cold just to make sure I get all of her off of me.

I’m starting to realize banging a girl who has sex with guys for a living wasn't a good idea.

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Chap 2.

It’s been about two weeks since my encounter with the stripper and my body is still aching. I have, just recently, noticed a thin bruise from the ruler she used on me disappearing.

Thinking about that night is not something I ever want to do again.

I should get up and go for a run and have something to eat. I’ve got to start my day off right or else something is bound to go terribly wrong.

As I run I think about how long it has been since I’ve been able to come home knowing there was someone waiting for me?

I have not had a girlfriend for more than a year. Sure I’ve slept with girls here and there, but no one has ever made me want to spend more than a few hours with them.

This plagues my thoughts for the next forty minutes, until I reach my building. I’ve come to the conclusion that I am on the prowl. I need a girlfriend, fast.

Reaching in the fridge for some milk to go with my fruit loops I notice a red flashing light. I’ve got a message. I hop over and press play, awaiting whomever was calling at nine o'clock in the morning during my run.

"Umm Hi Max? It’s Tess, Teresa. I guess you probably don't even know who I am but you were at my place of employment a couple weeks ago. There is something we need to discuss. It’s about the fact that I’m pregnant and it’s yours. I know you wont believe me but lets just say I don't usually have sex the way we did it; I haven't in quit some time. I’m positive it’s yours. Call me back at this number please" BEEEEP.

The crash of a bowl shattering on the floor doesn’t even make me flinch.

I’m sweating more than I was during my run and I feel woozy. I think I’m having a heart attack.

I got a stripper pregnant!!! How is this possible? I don’t know what to do. All I know is if I don’t sit down then I will pass out.

It takes me about forty minutes to come to the decision that I should call Teresa. We need to discuss this and I have to decide if I believe her or not.

I check my call display for the number and dial as slow as possible, dreading the talk I am about to have.

“Hello” She says lightly.

I clear my throat, trying to sound superior. “Hello, is this Teresa?”

“Speaking, may I help you?” Her good manors are definitely unexpected.

“Hi, This is Max. I’m calling about the message you left me this morning. We really need to talk,” I mutter, getting right to the point.

“Oh Max hi! Yes we do. The sooner the better, when is good for you.” She asks, seemingly more awake than before.

“Now is good for me. Ill meet you at Bean’s on the corner of 5th and 9th in half an hour, if you aren’t there then I wont take this seriously.” I didn’t mean to be an asshole but I am stressed out.

I guess my tone and straightforwardness either scared her or pissed her off because she mumbles an agreement and hangs up on me.



I walk there and wait for about twenty minutes before she comes in. We exchange very unpleasant pleasantries and sit down.

She takes a moment but explained why she is pregnant and I have never heard such a lame story. She didn’t use a condom because I was good looking.

The other thing she informed me of is that she doesn’t want this baby but didn’t have the heart to get an abortion without talking to me first. She said she would have the baby if I would take it and leave her the hell alone after.

"I was just wondering why, if you never did that with your other customers, you felt you had to with me, knowing you would get pregnant? Knowing you wouldn't take responsibility for it? Knowing you’d ruin my life!!" This story is just too unbelievable that I can’t help but raise my voice a bit.


Her eyes are watering but she’s angry and not backing down. "I didn’t know Max! I’m not a mind reader" Her hands fly up in exasperation.

"Tell me why?" I growl out.

"Because Max. Young, good-looking guys aren't my regular customers. The guys who walk in those doors are forty with five kids and wives who don't give it to them anymore! Finally a hot guy comes in and I wanted a little pleasure too. I didn't intend for this to happen."

Her tears are gone and she’s looking down. "Well I hope that a few minutes of unprotected sex was good enough for you, cause my life will never be the same" I turn to walk out when her voice brings me back around.

"You were there Max. It takes two to tango" Her comment is pathetic.

I laugh, "It wasn't my job to make sure you wouldn't get pregnant. Yea I should have thought about keeping myself safe but still. Maybe you should find a new job if you cant be professional enough to sacrifice your own pleasure to do it by the book. After all Teresa, its not even about your pleasure anyways."

As I walk back to my apartment I cry. People are probably staring at me but I cant even worry about that. I haven’t cried in I don’t know how long but these tears aren’t letting up. The words ‘What am I going to do?’ keep ringing in my ears and by the time I get inside my place I still have no idea.


I’ve spent the last two hours weighing my options.

I’ve come up with the conclusion that there is this girl, who doesn't give a fuck about the kid. My kid, Her kid!! Basically I am keeping the baby or she is killing it.

Do I want a baby, whose mother is a heartless whore?
No I don’t want it but I don’t want it dead. Yes I want it but No I don’t!!

Can I really be a twenty two year old father with no support from the baby’s mother, not that I want it; after all, she is a mistress of the night.

If I don’t take this baby then I will suffer from eternal guilt for the rest of my life or I could take the baby and struggle raising it in a world that has dominatrix palaces?

No matter how much I love my bachelor hood and living alone totally carefree, I’m not going to let some blonde, not even that cute, bimbo kill my baby.

I call Teresa up and leave a message on her machine, a little something like

"Hey its Max, I’m keeping the baby. We have legal things to discuss before anything can happen. I took what you said to heart, about you having the baby for me and not having contact with it after that. I will fight so I have full custody if you don’t agree. I have connections and I don’t want to use them, but I could, if you don’t stay true to your word. Call me please"

Now that that is all done, I think I best go bash my head into the wall, because now I am a new daddy!



A/N I hope you are liking it. Where is my Feed Back??????

Haley

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Chap 3.

I have barely heard a word my father and the judge have said since Teresa and I have arrived. We are going over all the legal aspects of Teresa’s relationship with the baby.

My father drew up a hefty legal statement saying that Teresa isn’t to be within 50 yards of the child and myself intentionally. I am happy with that, I really don’t want to see her again after the baby is born. Come to think of it, I don’t want to see her now.

I should be paying attention to my father, this is important. I don’t want to look like an idiot if I decided to ask a question.

"So Miss. Harding sign right here and just so we're clear all legal rights toward this child after birth are gone, you wont have any. Max will take the baby and you wont be entitled to visitation or anything. If something happens to the baby in the next 8 and a half months you will be held responsible pending the situation.”

My father stops to take a breath and I suppose he is thinking of what else Teresa wont be allowed to do once we sign this piece of paper. The judge leans towards my father and whispers something to him that makes my father nod before he starts speaking again.

“Also Teresa, in a few months if you decide to take harmful drugs that causes damage to the little one, its your ass on the line. No drinking, smoking and I’ve been informed of your line of work, we'd appreciate if you kept the brutality to a minimum and use appropriate protection. There is also a tidbit saying after 5 months you are to be on leave, Are we clear?"

“What about money Mr. Evans? That is my job and I cannot just go demanding special rights from my employer. I can’t be out of work for five months! Ill starve and be kicked out of my building. That means your child too Max.” she wails.

That last part was a blow to me and my father wasn’t about to have any of that.

“Teresa we aren’t going to be held responsible for your financial problems. That is part of the agreement. If I had it my way you wouldn’t be working at all. I suggest you keep your spending to a minimum and your saving to the maximum. Are we clear or what?

My dad is never this short tempered or rude to a client, even the ones that aren’t paying him. I feel very lucky that I was blessed with a caring father that just happens to be a lawyer too.

Tess looks on edge, I’m not sure if shell agree to all this now. I am not sure I would if the positions were reversed but to my surprise she does.

"We're clear Mr. Evans. Ill take care of myself. Don't worry about me coming back for the baby. That wont be a problem. All I ask is that Max attend doctor appointments and any classes I must take, not to mention delivery. I’m not looking for a new friend or boyfriend for that matter. Are we clear Max?"

Whoa, I wasn't looking for a friend either but still, that kind of hurt. "Crystal"

She nods and ducks her head to sign the agreement before passing it to me. It’s all taken care of, nine months till I’m a daddy.




After dropping Teresa off from one of our doctors appointments and going to the book store I get home to find Isabel waiting outside my building.

"So Max how was the appointment?" She asks. We haven’t gotten together or spoken for that matter since before Teresa and I signed the papers, so I imagine that is a loaded question.

“It was good. She looked apprehensive but signed the papers. She wanted to make it clear that she isn’t looking for a friend in me. She asked if it was clear. Can you believe that, as if I want to be her friend.” Okay so maybe that last comment really stung, I’m a likable guy.

“Don’t get bent out of shape, she’s a prostitute. You should be thankful she doesn’t have ulterior motives.” She chastises me.

“I know. So what are you doing here anyways? Did we have plans that I forgot about?”

She looks at me annoyed because it wouldn’t be the first time. “No Max, I wanted to hang out with you. I brought some books over and thought we could have dinner.”

I laugh and hold up the big bag of baby books that I just bought as she does the same. We definitely are twins.

“Perfect! We can read up on everything! I also brought some borders for the baby room, to spice up those walls and linens too.”

She walks into my house and drops all her things on the table before going into the kitchen. She pulls out veggies and meat, starting on dinner without skipping a beat.

My sister wants to be the best aunt ever. She even volunteered to go to the lamas’ classes with Teresa when I can’t make it.

“So how is Teresa doing?” My sister seethes out. Isabel despises Teresa. She hates her for her profession and ‘belittling women’ but also for ruining my life and tainting the family name.

"She is doing alright but she’s getting bigger" She smirks

"Very funny Isabel. On that note, the baby is growing nicely. I can make out her features almost. I think the situation is getting harder for Teresa. With having to feel the baby kicking and seeing her grow. I though she was going to cry when the doctor pointed out toes and fingers" Isabel’s eyebrows raise

"You’re probably right Max. I think it will hit her hard when the baby comes and you get to take her away, She won’t even see her." Isabel says as she throws all the food into a big pan, stir-fry it is.

"Yea its weird though, she told me no matter what she says at the time don't let her hold the baby" I say as I get dishes and silver wear out to put on the table.

I know I’ve said something stupid when Isabel stops everything and looks at me like I’m an idiot.

“Obviously Max. I don’t think she has thought about the future and how much sadness she is going to feel when the weight goes down and she doesn’t have that presence. She’ll regret it, I’m positive.”

I don't mind. I don't want to be a part of her life; she dismissed our daughter so I’m dismissing her.

I almost got to sue Teresa a few weeks ago. I requested the sex of the baby and she refused.

My dad came with our agreement and read her all the things that could happen to her if I sued. So now I know I’m having a baby girl.

My guest bedroom is pink with stuffed animals, a crib and dresser. My mom takes me baby shopping every Sunday on her. Lets just say that my daughter has clothes till she’s eight.



After dinner Isabel and I retire to my room and are laying in my bed both with baby name books.

We've thrown hundreds of names at each other. I’m just about ready to say next name I like is what we're going with. It is my daughter after all.

As I’m going through T's I come to a name that just sticks. Uncommon but I love it. "Hey Isabel what do you think about Trula?"

She glances at me before setting her gaze on my window and mumbles "Hmm Trula. Trula Evans. That’ is really neat Max, I like it. You could even nickname her Tru. What about a middle name?"

Middle name huh. "What was the last name we semi agreed on?"

Isabel glances at the paper she has been writing on before answering "Gabrielle"

"I like it, I cannot believe we named my unborn daughter. Trula Gabrielle Evans"

Isabel drapes her arm around my shoulder and sighs "Max its beautiful"



A/N Thanks so much everyone for the feed back and reading. I really appretiate it and i finally know what other authors mean when they say the feedback keeps me going. Its nice to know people are reading. Next part = Liz. Thanks lurkers!

Haley

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Chap 4.

It is so hot in here. I need some fresh air. Maria is the worst at picking places to club.

This club, Cowboys, is the dirtiest smelliest club with no windows to let in fresh air. In another few hours we're all going to drop dead from carbon monoxide poisoning.

I feel bad for wanting this night to come to an end. I wont be seeing Maria for a very long time.

I’m moving to New York due to a job offer and Maria thinks it’s the end of the world.

I’ll be working for Splash, hottest model agent/manager/fashion designer in the business these days. I will be her new assistant.

I’ve worked for hot shots before. Believe me, Splash will be my easiest conquest. All I have to do is get her a hot piece of meat within a month, then show a little cleavage to a magazine publisher and I’m in!

She’ll love me and by the end of a year I’ll be an agent. Fifteen months ill be done a course in fashion and be well on my way to partner.

My life is about to begin and as soon as it does Maria won’t have to worry about never seeing me, I’ll fly her out every weekend.

Maria interrupts my wonderful dream by screeching at me in a drunken voice,

"Liiiz. What the hell are you doing, lets go dance babe"

I’m not sure if she is drinking because I am leaving or just for the hell of it.

Whatever the reason, I’m not going back in that pigpen. I have a 9am flight tomorrow and its well past midnight, not to mention it will take an hour to get back to my place.

"Maria, as temping as that sounds, I’m beat. You go back in there and shake what your mama gave you and I’ll call you tomorrow before I leave for the airport ok chica?"

It looks like she might object but when a fine piece of ass walks out and whispers in her ear I know I’m heading home alone.

"Okay Liz. Love you,” She mumbles already halfway through the door

"Right back at you girlfriend" I whisper

And off into the night I go, alone, where there is possible threat of rape and murder.
Nope, I’m not scared. Taxi!!!!!



When I get home I feel incredibly lonely. Everything I own is packed. All my furniture is already on its way to New York so I have been sleeping at Maria’s house. But tonight the floor and I will be getting acquainted.



“Hello” Maria mumbles in a sleepy daze.

“Good morning Chica, I’m about to leave for the airport.” I whisper into the phone with a smile.

“Oh Liz I am going to hell for letting you leave last night. It was your last night!” Her voice is a whisper too but the drama of her words makes me laugh loud.

“Maria, don’t even worry about that. We’re too close for something as trivial as that to piss me off. I hope your night went well?”

I’m interested to know if Maria went home alone or not.

“He is still here Liz. I usually kick them out but for some reason I wanted to wake up with him. What does that mean?” She asks me in a frantic voice.

Maria is the queen of “lovin em and leavin em” the only boyfriends she has ever kept are the ones she had in school. Once she started having sex there was no getting tied down for her.

“Maria it means you like him. Go back to sleep with him, wake up with him, have sex with him, eat with him and then give him your number before he leaves. That’s what us normal people do.” I say in a soothing voice. As absurd as it sounds, this is a tender subject for her.

She sighs and is about to reply when my taxi honks.

“Okay babe, my ride is here. I love you and I’ll call. Bye” I say quickly.

“Oh Liiiiiz. I love you!! Bye girl friend.”

With that I hang up and make my way to start the next chapter in my life.



I was given a picture of Splashes Retiring assistant so I knew whom to look for when I got off the plane. It takes me a moment but I see her standing off to the side giving me a little wave.

"Hey I’m Liz." She smiles bright and I have to say she is totally cute.

"Hello dear, my name is Claudia. I am going to help you get home and settled and then I’ll be showing you the ropes for your first day of work"

Claudia smiles bright and walks toward where I get my luggage.



Home sweet home, my two-bedroom apartment with nice high ceilings and the bathroom, nice and spacious. I did a good job for not seeing the place before buying.

I set my things aside and notice Claudia has made herself at home.

She is moving around making sure there isn't anything wrong with the place and then asks which suit case I put dishes and pans in. I shrug and set to unzipping them all and pulling everything out.

We find kitchen stuff and she sets to making me something to eat

"Oh Claudia I haven't gone shopping yet" she looks over her shoulder for a brief moment and smiles.

"Nonsense dear, I brought some things over on my way to the airport. And don’t you worry I took it out of Splash’s account" I cant help but laugh at her free spirit.

"So Claudia how long have you been working for Splash?" She pulls her head out of the fridge and smiles.

"Oh no more than 11 years. I was lucky enough to get the job. Splash was 27 and I was in my mid forties. Usually Younger women are employed in the industry. I was just too good to resist"

She winks while saying her last comment and goes about making me soup and a grilled cheese.

Okay so everything I brought in my five suitcases is unpacked and my house still looks empty.

Claudia was such a doll and helped me set up everything. My furniture should arrive in the next day or two. Until then I’m sleeping on the floor.

I lay down and before I manage to fall asleep I remember there is a call I should make.

I pick up my cell and call Maria.

"Hello" She says in a happy voice.

"Maria!! I made it without any bodily harm" I shout.

She squeals and I have to pull the phone from my ear.

"Liz I’m so glad you called. Sorry about last night again but that guy was delish. I couldn't pass up the opportunity. You know how it is. I did what you said about letting him stay and it was awesome Liz. We had nice sex and ate breakfast, he made it for me and then he asked if we could get together again. I said yes! I think this could be good.”

The tone of her voice is so excited and I am even happier for her because she deserves a good man.

“That’s great Maria, how could you ever doubt my advice.” I say

“Oh please. But today you should have see this guy in the supermarket Liz. He was so fine. That is until he sneezed like 5 times then grabbed a few apples before putting them back. It was gross. I’m never eating apples again. Or at least apples with the peel"

She’s so focused on telling me every detail of her life since I saw her last night I almost feel bad that I have to hang up

"Maria that’s funny and I love you but my cell phone bill is going to be sky high. The day after tomorrow I get my phone and the plan so I’ll give you a shout okay?"

"Sorry Liz, you got it. Love you babe"

With that we hang up and I am left laying on the floor in darkness, thinking about what is to come with my first day on the job.


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A/N Okay, I lied. Here is the next part. With Liz again!! Yay! I couldnt resist posting. I hope you enjoy. Next part...Max and Liz meet!!! Love the feed back, keep it coming.

Haley



Chap 5

Walking into Splash's enormous office building I am completely amazed.

I knew she was popular but this is beyond what I imagined. I can’t believe I work here!

Claudia picked me up this morning bright and early. She is going to coach me through my first day of work and then I’m on my own. Good or bad thing, I do not know.

As we walk into the building, Claudia is holding a folder full of paper, and I'm holding a box full of items for my desk.

"Liz, dear, here is your desk"

Claudia's smile almost blinded me as she held out her hand, pointing to the mediocre desk.
I suppose it was some huge thing for her.

The desk is in the back of a huge room, and there are fancy cubicles on both sides of the desk.

Of course, inside of these cubicles are ladies yelling and slamming phones down onto the receiver. In the front of the room is the secretary's desk and at the end of the hallway is my desk.

Notice how I say desk, and not office.

"Its wonderful Claudia. That must be Splash's office?" I say as my gaze lands on two huge doors a little to the right and behind my desk.

"She gets in a little later than us. The secretary will forward any calls for Splash to you, even when she is in the building. It is your job to solve the problems that are going to take up time that Splash doesn't have. You bring her the bigger problems, but you also bring in your personal suggestions. She likes problem solvers. Show you're smart, you'll last longer."

Claudia informs me of all this as she gingerly takes items out of my box and sets them up on my desk.

She pauses the task and goes through the stacks of notes she brought me to study, before going on.

"Just after nine o'clock you go downstairs to the design department and take minor notes on what's going on and help if you’re needed or if you feel there is a problem. Remember, you're Splash's eyes. You could potentially be blamed for anything that goes wrong. Just after ten you go into Splash's office, coffee in hand. Recite messages and do as you're told. I'll be sure to write everything down for you."

I'm still uncomfortably blinking my eyes. That was a lot for me to take in. Especially since that is all going to be happening within the first two hours that I'm here everyday.

I knew it wouldn't be easy, so I put on a bright smile and chuckle out my reply.

"Piece of cake."

My smile and confidant stance says one thing but inside I'm crying. I don’t know if I can do this.



I did not get a chance to meet Splash today because of the meetings she had scheduled, which I will be attending from now on.

Claudia and I went over all the files I will be responsible for. There are hundreds. She said that I could get a phone call from a designer or agency requesting sizes, colors, and models from certain shows. It will be expected that I know these files so well that I can get a specific file within a minute of the call.

I make a mental note to stay after work a few nights this week and study these. I’m going to spend time fixing this system. How am I supposed to find anything when everything is crammed into unlabeled boxes?

I am excited for tomorrow. Claudia informed me she would be there for a few hours so that takes some stress off me.


By the time I get home, I am mentally exhausted. I expected this job to be slack, especially on the first day.

There is a lot more responsibility than I thought. I should be a partner, with how much authority I have.

Apparently I can fire someone on the spot without Splashes permission.

I also have to fill out a six-page form about why, but still! I can fire someone!

I got a call at work saying my furniture has arrived and had to go let the movers into my apartment on my lunch break.

I’m pleased to say they were cooperative enough to place everything in the exact place I wanted it.

Thankfully I was wearing a tight suit with a low cut V-neck, otherwise I never would have gotten my electronics set up and programmed.

My living room and bathroom are the only rooms that I have complete, so far

The living room consists of two dark green leather couches, a TV, dvd player, stereo and two gorilla paintings framed in matching green frames with gold flecks.

My bathroom has a shower tub with all my shampoos in it, and the counters are loaded with my makeup and face washes.

My kitchen is a mess. Boxes and newspaper are everywhere.

At least my fridge and pantry are stocked, Currently my washing machine is washing some dirty clothes. Dishes, pans and silver wear are in the cup boards.

My bedroom is semi set up. All my clothes are in the closet and my bed is set up and made. But all my stuff is on the floor.

Right now I’m sitting on my guest bedroom bed putting pictures in my frames

Looking at the pictures makes me miss my family but I also realize how alone I am.
I have no friends to hang out with and no boyfriend to kiss.

When I finish I have two picture less frames.
I’m saving them for when I meet Mr. Right or at least Mr. Right Now. Where is he?

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Thank you to all my feedbackers!! I love it!!! Keep it coming. Thanks to all the lurkers too. Here are some shout outs.

Flyawayraven Yup Teresa=Tess
Icequeen Do you like how Liz is fitting in? Tru is a neat name, I heard it in a TV show called Tru Calling
begonia9508 If you need further clarification on what a trashy hoe Tess is, let me know. I'll fill you in on all her hoeyness..haha
lizard_queen I hope I'm keeping your interest, like it?
Liz86000 Glad you're back!!
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kittens Made me laugh!!

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Bixie Glad you're reading. I was actually wondering if you were. I am totally still drueling over the pics. I have bibs permanently attached to all my shirts. haha

Chap 6

Claudia came and picked me up again today. Everything has been running smoothly. I am stepping into my role quit well. People aren’t being snippy at me because I am new and I feel very important getting so many calls and having everyone rely on me. This is definitely my calling.

My encounter with the infamous Splash wasn’t so bad this morning. She came, introduced herself and went to her office. I decided that was a pretty good, I didn’t make a fool of myself.

Claudia fixed her coffee and handed it to me. I stood there for a moment not knowing what I should do, before Claudia nodded her head towards my desk. After that I somehow got a lot of confidence, grabbing her messages I went in.

She said all of three words exactly to me. "Thank you" when I handed her, her coffee
and "That’s all" when I finished my speal.

I left and didn’t see her again till she left the building at Four o'clock exactly.

I went down stairs where all action was a little later than I’m suppose to because Claudia and I were working on those files.

Apparently when you re-construct anything in this place you must send out a memo letting absolutely everyone know. Then after you’ve actually accomplished said construction you must send out another memo letting them know its official and give brief instructions on how to go about doing whatever you changed. It’s sensible but time consuming.

I browse by all the stations down here, I would have to estimate there are about fifty. Some people are working with makeup, some are designing clothing and some are sewing. There is a section where there are pictures being taken of top models.

I have to admit this place is quit amazing.

“Excuse me, may I help you,” a gorgeous woman asks me.

“Yes I am looking for the designer, could you point me in her direction?” I say politely

“You’re speaking to her, what can I do for you?”

“Hi, I’m Liz Parker, Splash’s new assistant. I figured it would be a good Idea to introduce myself to you.” Her features brighten and she stretches out her hand to me, which I take.

“Of course! It’s going to be sad not to have Claudia around anymore, she was a breath of fresh air but I can see she is being replaced by the best. May I offer a tour?”

She has already started walking so I assume I am to follow, not that I mind. I needed to get acquainted with this area anyways.

We talk briefly about work and the different areas. She told me to feel free to bitch at any of her staff. I like her already.

She invited me to dinner too. I simply cannot get over how beautiful she is.

I would have expected her to be one of the models.

She told me "Oh thanks but I would much rather be behind the scenes and get all the credit for everything" Then added with a wink

"I get paid better than our best model anyways"



After dinner I’m so tired, I have to go to bed. This job entitles me to wake up at six thirty just so I can make it to work by eight.

***
"California here we come, right back where we started from. California-California, here we come."

"Mm California"

I crack an eye when I realize that’s my wake up call. I stretch my arm over to hit snooze, but my alarm has disappeared.

Under any other circumstances I would be happy that it was gone but I cant get back to sleep with the music on and I have work.

I reluctantly get up and reach down to picking it up off the floor.

My worst nightmare is staring me in the eyes. The numbers Seven Twenty Three are flashing at me, mocking me. Laughing that I’m going to be late for my second day of work.

I scramble out of bed and check my closet for something sexy to wear.

Realizing I don’t have time to be sexy. I throw on some black dress pants and a white blouse.

I pull my hair up and give my teeth a brush before bolting for the door

I’m so getting fired, I have twenty seven minutes to get halfway across town and I haven’t even left my house.

I get out the door, shoes in hand when I see the elevator closing.

I can’t afford to loose time waiting for that to come back up!

"Hold the elevator,” I scream, running towards it and to my surprise the person held it.

"Oh thanks so much,” I say, out of breathe.

I slip on my heels and look up at my savior.

My eyes are greeted by one sexy face.

This man just happens to be the cutest guy I’ve ever seen.

Pasting a bright smile, I reach out my hand, ready to shake and introduce myself.

"Liz Parker 6C"

He half smiles and shakes my hand


Max POV

Teresa and I are going to her second last doctor’s appointment before the baby is
due.

Picking her up is the worst part. It beats having to see her in the first place
even.

She lives in a crummy neighborhood in the Bronx where every guy within
twenty miles has boned her.

As I pull up she’s standing outside her dirty little hut talking to some punk.

She better not have sex with anyone while my baby is inside her. I'll point that out to her just so we're clear.

I honk the horn as I pull up beside them and the guy actually puts a fist to his
mouth and laughs at me. Teresa smacks him and then hops in.

"I just want it clear that I don't want you having sex with anyone till the baby is born"

She blinks a few times and shakes her head, obviously waiting for more. I don't know why,
I thought I was pretty clear. But I humor her and continue.

"You are disease free Teresa. I want you to stay that way. I don't mean to insult anyone you're seeing or anything but that’s my baby in there and one wrong move that you make could ruin her life. Please, just no sex or anything like that till she’s born. Don't even work. Ill give you three hundred a month till she comes and another three hundred for the month after"

I hope I pleaded my case well enough. The last thing I want is for her to get mad and go fuck someone despite me.

"I understand Max. I’m not happy about it but it’s a deal. So pay up" I look at her and glare.
The nerve she has. I’m stunned when she breaks out in a laugh and sputters out.

"You.. should.. have.. seen the look on your face, Max. I was kidding,” I have a little laugh along with her and decide its a perfect time to bring up my latest news

"Well, I have something to share. I named the baby a few weeks ago" Her eyes light up and she watches me expectantly.

"Her name is Tru Gabrielle Evans" I said it loud and proud but her reaction is nothing less than rude.

"TRU! That isn't even a name Max. Don’t I get a say in this?" Whoa. She just stepped over the line right there.

"Where do you get off criticizing my name choice? Tru happens to be a lovely name. Maybe if Mommy wasn't so self-involved she would have had a say. You aren't her mother Teresa. You are her pod, she is going to break out of there and come to me and then that is the end of you!"

She looks shocked to say the least. We don't say a word to each other the rest of the night except mumbled words during the appointment.

As she’s getting out of the Jeep I have to cave and say something. "Teresa?"

She glances back angrily. "Remember what you promised earlier?" She nods and walks inside.

I think I need to start off my day at the gym tomorrow, bright and early. But right now, I’m going to go get some well-deserved sleep.

***
Deodorant, soap, towel, gym clothes, apple, bottled water? Check. I'm all ready to get out of here and head to the gym to relieve some of the stress Teresa has been causing me.

I get out into the hall and press for the elevators. Luckily it didn't take five minutes.

As the doors are shutting I hear a woman scream, "Hold the elevator!" Understanding about the length one waits for these damn doors I hold it.

She runs in with her shoes in hand and a few bags. Oh man she is gorgeous.

That is how I spell W.O.M.A.N. She looks up to thank me and reaches over to introduce herself.

"Liz Parker 6C"
"Max Evans 8C"

She looks like she’s got somewhere to be. I hope she’s not just anxious to get out of here cause of me.

I decide the best step to take is small talk. "You look like you're in a hurry"

She looks over, smiles then rolls her eyes with a laugh. "I have half an hour to get to my new job and I just know I’m getting a cab driver who cant put the pedal to the metal"

I sympathize with her and am glad I don't have the same problem.

"I could give you a lift. I'm only going to the gym"

She eyes me and scrunches her nose "I accept. Only because my job is on the line" I nod as the doors open and off we go.


Let me know what you think??

Haley

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Hey everyone..thanks for the feedback..keep it coming. I hope I still have people reading after this part..dont get mad at me dun dun dun Icequeen I dedicate this post to you...feel better. Sorry it is a bit short, but I couldnt resist posting as is. Here you go..!

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Chap 7

In the moments it took for the elevator to get to the garage and us to get in my jeep, we haven’t said a word to each other. I doubt she will want to get together sometime if I don’t fill the silence with something other than…silence.

"So Liz, What do you do?" I ask casually, pulling out of the parking lot.

She turns in her seat and pulls the seat belt from around her neck, so its more comfortable

"I just started working at a model agency actually. I’m Splash's newest personal assistant." She smiles and looks very proud of herself.

That name sounds familiar. I swear I’ve heard it before or someone talk about her.
Splash… is my sisters boss!!

"Hey, do you know her designer? Isabel?" I ask, casting a glance her way.

Liz smiles and gives a nod before looking at me, probably wondering how I know her.

"She’s my sister,” I admit.

Her eyes widen and she laughs.

"Really? That is just strange! We had dinner the other night. She’s one of the two friends I have here"

She has no friends? Then it dawns on me that I've never seen her before.

"Did you just move in?" I question

"Yes, three days ago actually. We haven't seen each other because I usually leave way earlier and get home late. Plus its only been three days. For the next little while, if I’m not at work I will be cooped up in my apartment trying to sort everything out. I’m proud to say that my decorating is now complete.”

She stops to take a breath before throwing her hand up and pointing.

“Oh, turn here, that’s me right up there."

I do as I’m told and pull up in front of the large building. I look at the Jeeps digital clock and smile triumphantly.

"Seven fifty-six" I announce.

She giggles and reaches into the back, grabbing her bags and as she does the opening between the buttons on her blouse part, giving me a nice glimpse of the top of her breasts and a sheer white bra.

"Thanks so much Max. I really appreciate you giving me a ride, especially considering I’m a stranger.”

Those big brown eyes are so beautiful I can’t help but crack a smile. "My pleasure Liz, really"

Her eyebrows raise and she licks her lips. "If you aren't busy later, say around seven-thirty, ill pay you back with dessert"

All I can think is ‘she wants me to come over! For dessert!’ God I hope it’s her.

"I think I can arrange that" She smiles then hops out and runs for the doors.




Right, left, right, left. My legs are so tired. I’ve been running on the treadmill for fifty-seven minutes.

Three more minutes till I’m done for the day.

As I’m trying to keep myself going without falling my mind drifts to Teresa.

I should go see her today, it’s been a week since I saw her last and I should check to see if she needs anything. She is now not allowed to work so I imagine she is home about now.

A little ring interrupts my thoughts and I feel the speed I’m running at slow.

I make my way in the showers quickly, wiping the sweat from my face and bare chest.

The cool water feels good against my over heated body and my hands lathered in soap washing away the remainders of my work out feel even better.


Walking up to her door I hesitate for a moment. Its 9:45am, I don’t want to wake her. That thought leaves me when I hear shuffling and then a loud crash.

Thinking she might have fallen and landed on my baby, I rush in without knocking.

I’m glad I didn’t knock. That bitch is almost naked and some fucker that is naked has his head between her legs. I do believe we had a solid agreement.

“What the hell is going on here?” I bellow

The guy whips his head up and around as Teresa snaps her legs shut and reaches for a blanket.

“Oh god Max, turn around.” She shouts but doesn’t move to cover herself now that she realizes its me.

“Shut up Teresa. It isn’t anything I haven’t seen. Get the fuck out of here dude or you’ll fucking regret boning this bitch.” I advise the guy as he starts putting clothes back on.

As the guy passes me I grab his arm and pull him close. “If I catch you with her again before that baby is born I’ll take you somewhere where no-one will find you and hurt you beyond belief, got it?”

He looks intimidated for about a second before shrugging “Whatever man, she isn’t even worth this shit. Later Tess.” With that he leaves Teresa and I alone.

I look back at her, she has a robe on and I notice her hand is rubbing her stomach. I cannot believe the nerve she has.
“Max we didn’t have sex, we were fooling around, oral sex kind of thing. You cannot get mad at me because there was no sex.” I can hear the tremor in her voice and smirk.

“You are the dumbest person I have ever met, it isn’t even 10 in the morning! Sex is sex…Tess. Pack a bag cause I obviously cannot trust you to be alone.”

I cringe thinking about what I’m doing but when it comes me my daughter, I’ll do anything.

She glances up and her eyebrows come together. “What do you mean?”

I sit down, preparing to wait for her to get her things. “You’re living with me until Tru is born. Don’t argue, do as I say. We aren’t going to hang out or be friends, my place will be your jail cell.”

When she doesn’t make a move I shake my head “GO!”

She jumps and hurries into her room.

With whatever happens when we get to my place, I will not let that ruin my plans tonight with Liz, or my dessert.


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Hey guys, thanks for the amazing feedback, couldnt resist posting! I just want to say that this story will be moving fast because 1. I want to get rid of tess and have the baby come and 2. Get Max and Liz together.
I noticed lots of Max bashing...I wont let him get away with hooking up with Liz like that. Promise. Hope you enjoy!

Haley

Chap 8


I run many errands and visit my mother before making my way to Tess’ again. We go to one of her classes before coming back to my place.

“This will be your room for your stay. Don’t leave your shit lying around. Keep your bag in that closet and take it out when you need something. There are strict rules in this jail cell, that is a big one.” I say in a monotone voice.

She looks at what my out stretched fingers are pointing at and then back at me. She gives her head a scratch and smiles.

“But Max, that’s the couch and that is the shoe closet. I’m carrying your baby, I need my rest.”

She puts her hands on her hips and taps her foot. As long as Tru is cushioned in there, comfortable, I’m happy.

“Believe me, my friends dogs have slept there many times. I haven’t heard any complaints so far.” I chuckle to myself at my lameness and then walk to the closet.

“Now usually I am a neat freak about this thing and would ask you to make sure your bag is on the top shelf tucked away. Since you’re pregnant I’ll allow you to stuff it in the far corner on the floor.”

I’m feeling pretty generous, until I hear her crying. I know she fucked up but I hate when girls cry, especially when I make them cry.

“Come on Teresa. Don’t cry.” I mumble, trying to sound sincere.

“Would you stop calling me that!” She yells at me before crying some more.

“What else am I suppose to call you?” I ask

“Tess is my name Max. My god, could you just get a clue already? I am not being dragged out of my place where I have a nice bed and places to put my things so you can keep me on twenty-four hour lock down. I refuse!”

She continues crying. I don’t think she is going to go anywhere; otherwise she would have made her move already.

“Tess, you got yourself into this mess. We had a deal so just live with it. I know I’ve been harsh to you, I’ll try to tone it down a bit and be nicer.”

She looks up and glares. “I know you don’t respect me because of my profession Max but you are just as bad, going there. I am seven months pregnant and I deserve better than this. I am a human being! Ill stay but you must be way nicer.”

With that she takes her bag and goes into the bathroom. Moments later I hear the shower start up. Nice to know she’s made herself at home.

I decide I should call my sister and let her know what’s up. I’ve never been frightened in my life. That’s a lie, I was when Tess told me her news but this is so much worse.

“Hello baby brother.” Isabel says cheerfully.

“I’m older Isabel, get over it.” I say aggravated. She has been calling me little brother since birth, I’m 6 minutes older!

“I have something potentially upsetting to tell you.” I brace myself

“Spit it out Max.” Isabel growls out.

“Teresa is living with me till she has the baby. I caught her fooling around with some punk and decided I didn’t want her roaming around, hence her new living situation.” I have never spoken so fast, ever.

There is a chilling silence; I am almost worried that if I go over there I’ll find her on the floor having multiple seizures.

“Max are you fucking stupid? I am ashamed to say we shared the same womb. Do I need to do everything for you? Get her out of there Max, now! I talked to Liz today, said you guys live two doors down! Un fucking believable by the way. She also told me you are having a get together tonight. Don’t you dare have sex with her Max, she’s a good girl.”

Isabel has never ceased to act like my keeper, plus she doesn’t know anything about anything.

“Isabel! Would you stop, I’ve made my decision. I wasn’t going to have sex with Liz, we met this morning! Plus, she invited me over for dessert! She doesn’t know anything about me and she invited me, that’s her mistake. All I want are some fucking brownies ok, maybe a phone number.”

So maybe I wanted a little more than a number, but I’m not that stupid. I don’t know if I even like Liz, we just met!

“Be careful Max, two months is a long time. I have to go, got a date! Love you.”

Isabel says, her cheery voice returning, and then hangs up without giving me a chance to get more information on this date.

Looking at the clock I see its seven thirty seven. I’m late!

“Tess, I’ve got to go out for a bit, eat whatever. Leave me some donuts though. Don’t wait up.” I yell and she answers with ‘whatever’

I walk into my room and give myself another shot of cologne before leaving, on my way to Liz’s.


I finally get the nerve to knock, about a minute later Liz opens the door and I almost faint.

I can’t even form words, what I see is just breath taking.

“Hey Max. I was starting to think you weren’t coming tonight" Liz comments as she holds the door open for me.

I walk in and she shuts its slowly. While I'm slipping my shoes off she busies
herself in the kitchen, rearranging different items in and pulling some out,
of the fridge, for what I presume is our dessert.

"Max, I wasn’t sure what you liked so I'll just let you try it, please let me know if you don’t because I have a back up dessert ready."

She continues with ingredients but all I can do is stare at what she is wearing. If
it were anyone else I would be totally turned off. But Liz looks awesome.

She’s wearing baggy pants, they swallow her legs. A wife beater that is skintight till her belly button. Oh and her hair, pig tails. I’ve never been one for pigtails but she looks damn hot.

Liz is an amazing woman, confident and beautiful. That’s extremely obvious
considering she is wearing the largest pair of thick-rimmed glasses I’ve ever seen in
my entire life.

No matter how unbelievable it sounds, I've never wanted a girl as much as I want Liz.

She turns around and sets a rectangle dish in front of me. Whatever it is, it looks good.

Brown sugar and what looks like oats on top with some sort of purple fruit underneath.
I look up at Liz, who is sitting across from me now with her hair down and glasses off.

I lick my lips and dare to ask, "What is it?"

Liz slowly leans forward with her head over half of the pan. I take the hint and lean the rest of the way so we're mere inches apart.

I can already feel my control start to slip and just as I’m about to pull away, she seals
the deal with her reply "Its Sex in a Pan, Max."

I lurch forward and kiss her hard. Our tongues rub together and before I even
get a chance to touch her, she pulls back and reaches for the dish, "Sorry Max but
I really did spend time on this"

Her blush is sexy, her feeling embarrassed about not wanting to demolish her dessert is sexier.

I stand, fog still clouding my mind. I'm right behind her with my hands on her hips. She turns
her head and our mouths meet. The kiss is hard, her hands reach for me, pulling me close as she grinds back into me.

I move my hands up to her breasts. This isn’t close enough for me. I’m sure Liz senses that because she spins herself around so we're facing each other.

I reach my hand inside her sweat pants and firmly press my hand into her thighs, rubbing up and down. A few minutes later I can hear her pants getting louder. I pull my hand out and place it on her lower back.

I pull my mouth away for about twelve seconds before I haul her up, legs around
my hips, her back against the wall and me right back in there kissing her.

Our hips grind together so hard that I momentarily think I might be hurting her but just as fast as the thoughts come, they go, because the look on Liz's face is definitely not one of pain but pure pleasure.

When I hear my name moaned I want her so much more but when Liz moans "Harder baby" My actions come to a screeching halt.

She just said baby, I’m having a baby, I cant do this to her, yet.

Here eyes are darting back and fourth between mine as I lower her and take a step back. "Max, what’s wrong?" Her worried voice makes me wince.

I don’t want to tell her just yet. We should get to know each other first, I have to make her see that I’m a good guy and that just because I went to a prostitute for sex, doesn’t mean I am any less than a great catch.



“Nothing, I just think we shouldn’t move too quickly. Lets eat this amazing food and talk. We met a total of 10 hours ago. What just happened was great, awesome but I never move that fast. Don’t take it the wrong way, please.”

I realize I’m begging her, but who wouldn’t?

For a moment I think she’s going to kick me out but to my surprise and pleasure she says “good plan” and starts cutting up the dessert.

For the next two hours we devour the entire thing and talk about everything, but my current situation. I reluctantly leave because Liz has work but I plan on getting to know her much better.

Walking into my apartment, I had almost forgotten what was waiting for me.

Tess laying on the couch with the TV on reminds me quickly and I grown. Hopefully she fell asleep with the TV on, so I don’t have to talk to her.

I am just about in my room when I hear her call “Good night Max” I contemplate just going in but remember the promise I made to her. “Good night Tess, night Tru”



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Hey everyone, quick A/N. Just wanted to say thanks to Michelle in Yonkers for noticing my error on the chapters. I labeled chapter 7 as 8. So here is the real chapter 9. Don’t worry, it is definitely new. I just want to add that I am a dreamer, don’t let this part confuse you. AND I am in need of a banner, Any takers?? Pm me!!! Please!!! AND thanks for all the feed back..loving it.
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Chapter 9

“Max we just had our seventh date! Would you just come in already? I promise I wont bite, hard.” I realize that begging isn’t becoming but this guy has the craziest restraint.

I have invited him in after every one of our dates, not to mention called him ten times in between to come over but he just won’t budge. I’m starting to think he is waiting for marriage and is too shy to tell me.

“I really think we should wait a little while longer Liz. I swear when the time is totally perfect it’ll happen.” He pleads as he backs away.

“Where are you going!” I half shout.

I suppose he noticed because he smirks. “I’ve to shower. Lets play a game later tonight. Ill be there at 10:30 sharp.” With that he goes into his place and shuts the door.

Ten thirty is really late to be getting together for a game. Maybe his game will be something under the covers.

I go into my apartment and unpack the bag Max and I had for our picked nick dinner in Central Park. It was a blast to say the least. All I had to do was bring silver wear, plates and cups. He made everything!


I have to go into work unfortunately. I’m trying to organize some top-notch photos from a shoot we did in South Africa with a new line of clothes and models.

I need to make sure everything looks great and then leave it for Splash’s ok. After that we will send it off to different agencies and agents to the celebrities where hopefully we will get some models, designs and designers picked up. If that happens then Splash will be very happy and so will I because I will be getting a bonus. A big fat one!

My time at the agency has been awesome and difficult. I thought that I would be able to go to school so I could step up the ladder with this company but it is just not the case. I don’t have time to get any work done.

I’ve had to fly out of the country three times in three weeks. Just for one night to represent Splash at some cat walks.

I have to do more things than I bargained for in other departments too. I have to get her dry cleaning and house sit when she is in Los Angeles.

I thought the job was working assistant not personal assistant/maid. I’m not complaining, totally. But there is one thing that my job is getting in the way of, Max.

I am totally infatuated with him. He is amazing and has all the qualities I need and want in a man. I can’t wait till I get a picture of him, so I can fill in my Mr. Right frame.

As I walk past Max’ apartment I contemplate knocking but decide that would be way too desperate.

Noticing someone standing at the mailboxes, I make a beeline for there, I haven’t checked for mail in a few days.

A lady standing there is getting frustrated with the box and her key, she cant seem to get it open. She sees me looking at her and gives an embarrassed laugh.

“I can’t get this thing open. I just moved in. I guess lefty loosey doesn’t apply to mail boxes.”

Has she never opened this type of mailbox before? They surely are all the same.

“Lefty loosey is right, but you just have to turn it back right again to get the key out. Like this” I show her with my box.

I look up at her as she repeats my actions and gives a yippee when the key slides out the door popping open.

“I’m Liz, 6C. I think this is a good place to raise a kid, there is lots of close parks and there’s a door man, so no strangers get in.”

I decided to make light conversation as I start reading my mail. I have to wait for my cab anyways.

“Oh I wont be here very long. Maybe a month give or take a week. Just until the baby is born, then this place will be a thing of the past.” She nods as she bites her lip

“Oh really I didn’t know you could rent these places like that.” I did know actually. I also know that you cant so how did she?

“It’s complicated. I’m Tess 6C.” She closes the box and turns to me, ready to go back up.

“We live next door then I suppose.” I mumble

“Yea, you’re a swell girl. We should stay in touch.” Then she’s headed back up the stairs.

“Tess! Shouldn’t you take the elevator?” She is pregnant after all.

“Oh no, the sooner the baby comes the sooner we can get out of here. Plus Max says I should get more exercise. See you around.”

I walk stiffly outside and into the waiting cab. My mail is forgotten still under my arm as I stare ahead at the seat in front of me.

Apparently my boyfriend is married with a baby on the way. He also is about to move.

Was Max ever my boyfriend?

That question plagues me for the rest of the ride. I don’t know how I am suppose to get anything done now.

I see Isabel left the very thick folder on my desk.

I sigh and take my jacket off, getting prepared for a few hours of work followed by eating ice cream while talking on the phone with Maria about my new heartbreak.

An 3 hours later I am still on the first photo, just staring at it.

How could I be so dumb? I thought this thing with Max might be permanent! How can someone be with someone like he is with Tess and then go out with me like that? How did we both not figure it out?

I wont be getting any work done tonight so I grab my things and head for home.


Not five minutes have passed since I walked in my door when there is a knock. I wonder who that could be?

I whip open the door and I guess Max thought Id leave him room to come in because he comes forward but stops awkwardly when he notices I’m holding it so he can just see me.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I growl

He looks slightly confused and just stands there. “We had plans baby.”

“Yea well why don’t you go play some more games with your two babies sitting at home.” His stance becomes stiff. I see he’s realized he has been found out.

“Why the hell did you go out with me when you were married?” I demand

“Liz what? I’m not married” He half yells.

“Tell that to Tess and the child she’s carrying. It is yours isn’t it?”

“Yes its mine but we aren’t married. She’s leaving once the baby is born.”

Okay now I really cannot believe I wanted this guy.

“Oh I see how it is Max. You get your girlfriend pregnant and then tell her she can stay until the baby comes but after that they’re history, kicked to the curb! You are the typical male. You don’t even care that that is your little baby and you are going to forget about it and let the other parent take care of it like you had no part in its creation. I bet you’re parents are divorced and your dad just tossed you to your mother like the piece of raw meat you are!” I scream out letting my anger seep into him.

Max throws down his cards and poker chips and steps extremely close to me with his finger pointed at me. He looks really pissed off but as if I’ll back down.

“Shut up!” He hollers just as loud.

“Excuse me? Don’t talk to me like that baby ditcher!” I know its lame but that makes me feel powerful.

All the power in the world wouldn’t of prepared me for what he said next. I don’t think anything would have.

“You don’t know a damn thing! You wonder why I didn’t tell you, look at the child you became when you found out! You should get your fucking facts straight before you go yelling off something like that.”

He takes a deep breath before continuing just as loud as before.

“Tess isn’t my wife and she was never my girlfriend. We had a one night stand and she got pregnant. She came and asked if I would keep the baby by myself, otherwise shed get an abortion. She is staying with me until Tru, my goddamn baby, is born and then she is leaving and is never coming back. Tru and I will stay, because I am the one taking care of her. If anyone is casting their child aside it would be Tess. I hope Isabel thinks before she continues a friendship with you, cause you are just not someone we need to be around.”

His last sentence is whispered out in pure hatred. He shakes his head in disgust, probably as he looks at the tear sliding down my cheek.

Max picks up his things and walks back to his door with me gazing behind. Before he goes inside he turns to say something else.

“By the way, Liz. My parents are happily married. Isabel and I were lucky enough not to have a parent like Tess.” When he’s finished he goes inside and slams the door.

I shut mine quietly and slid down, sobbing as I go. Apparently I am stupid, I just made a really huge mistake and I don’t think Max will ever forgive me.

At least he isn’t saving himself till marriage. Not like I’ll ever be getting some from him anyways.

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Chapter 10

“Okay so I know you’re pissed off but I had such a huge craving for them this morning before my errands that I couldn’t help but eat the rest. So before I left I made a list of a few things we’re out of and I made sure to put Krespy Kreme donuts at the very top. I even got two boxes for you and then one for me so I don’t eat yours, but we both know I’ll be done mine by tomorrow and I’ll have to steal a few from you. I can’t help these cravings. Max? Are you listening to me?”

Tess has been blabbering on and on since she walked in the door fifteen minutes ago. I honestly haven’t heard a word. Actually the donut thing peeked my interest a little bit but even that can’t bring me out of this rut that I have been in lately.

Ever since Liz and I had our fall out I haven’t been able to think of anything but her. I can’t help but wonder if I was too harsh? I know I should have told her the truth but I was scared! I knew she would get upset, look at her reaction. She accused me of being Tess!

“Are you okay Max, for the past week you’ve been acting really weird. I left my bag out two days in a row and you didn’t say a thing. I’m not one to rat on myself, but you’re worrying me. What’s wrong?”

Tess sits next to me and rubs my shoulder. I guess sitting on the couch staring at a big family picture of all the happy people in my family that is hanging on my wall could start to look creepy.

I look over at Tess and she looks genuinely concerned. Maybe she would be able to give me some perspective.

“I’ve been seeing a woman lately. We went on seven dates total, that’s it. Excluding the first time we hung out. We haven’t even had sex! I didn’t tell her about you, she found out on her own and she got pretty upset. She said some hurtful things too. What do you make of the situation?”

I realize Tess isn’t the most valuable source of advice but Isabel is Liz’s friend and unlike Tess, I’m scared of my sister.

She takes her hand off my shoulder, sits back and stares at the same picture I have been staring at for the past four hours. She shakes her head and looks at me.

“It’s Liz, isn’t it?” She whispers.

I snap my head towards her, wondering where the hell she got that information. But I guess I should have put the dots together considering I know I didn’t tell Liz about the situation and neither did Isabel.

“You would always go out for a few hours then I would hear the elevator ding but you wouldn’t walk in for about 20 minutes. It makes sense now, I met her and she lives down the hall. I’m so sorry Max. Its weird because I thought she looked abnormally disappointed at the time but it didn’t click” Tess continued to whispers to me.

I guess there was only room for jumping to conclusions, I doubt Tess went out and said she’s a prostitute living with me for a very short time. She led Liz to believe we were actually together!

“Please don’t get mad at me Max. We were talking and she helped me with the mail box and noticed the number on it and said we live down the hall and then I went to take the stairs and she said I should take the elevator cause I’m pregnant and I said that’s ok because you always to tell me to get more exercise.” Tess mumbles out.

I lean back on the couch and tell her it’s all right. Everything Liz said other than her accusations about my family make sense, hell they made sense at the time too. I wasn’t even mad at her until she said my family basically sucked.

“I’m going to go shower, thanks for the donuts Tess. I did notice you ate them actually, so that was nice of you.” With that I walk off.

~~

I slam my keys on the counter and toss my weekend workload beside it when I get in my apartment.

I have had the worst week of my entire life and its all because of that damn Max Evans. I can’t stop thinking of him.

I should be completely mortified for what he did, that bastard lied to me about a huge thing. Why am I totally obsessed and infatuated then?

It didn’t help that late last night I got a visit from Tess. She informed me of some more information that should make me hate Max to the core, but I really don’t.

I don’t understand why he would go to a place like that, surely he could have gone to the bar and picked someone up. I bet if that was the case, she wouldn’t be living with him and he wouldn’t have kept that from me.

I can’t get over the wonderful things Tess said about Max last night. I especially can’t get over what a fucking loser she is.

“Hi Liz, may I come in?” That is definitely a huge no. I officially never wanted to see the mother of Max’s child ever again.

“Sure Tess, but I don’t see what we have to talk about?” I say annoyed

“I think we do. Max has been devastated since you two had your falling out. I decided that since you two were too hot headed to state the facts and someone did a lot of accusing, I would come over here and clear it up for you.” She states, proud of herself.

I roll my eyes and sit down, waiting for her to go on. No matter how much I want to tell her to get the hell out, I do want to hear what is what.

“I’m a prostitute, I work for a place the specializes in dominatrix and fantasy. Almost nine months ago a man named Michael made two reservations. One for himself and one for a man named Max. I could tell when they walked in Max was totally against this whole idea and had no clue this was where Michael was taking him. Relentlessly he came with me and we had sex." She takes a deep breath

I am about to screm at her to get out, this is crazy! How did I not find out about any of this?

"I, stupidly, ignored the number one rule we have at our establishment. No matter who, no matter what, no matter how, wear a condom. I thought Max was a hot guy and I normally cater to older men’s wishes, I ignored the rule so I could get some pleasure too. After that I realized I was pregnant, I found out Max’s number and told him that I wanted nothing to do with the baby and if he wanted it then I would carry it to term and if not then Id abort it. He did the right thing Liz; he’s keeping the baby. I know what he did was wrong, coming to a place like that. But it happened and he is paying for it.”

I’m shocked, I have never been this shocked about anything ever. She’s a prostitute!

“Why are you living with him?” I ask

“Max had papers drawn up making it impossible for me to get back in the babies life in the future or work at the place I work while I’m pregnant or harm myself. He also asked if I would stay celibate while his child was inside me. One morning he caught me fooling around and demanded I live with him for the duration of my pregnancy.” She says ashamed.

I nod and thank her; she takes my hint and quietly leaves.

I spent a few hours hating him for going to a woman like that but the end result was me wanting him so much more for being the kind of guy to take responsibility.

He took a huge one too, if I was in his shoes would I have kept the baby or let Tess destroy all the evidence?

I want to go to him so badly but I’m too ashamed for saying mean things about his family, what type of person does that? Of course I was upset but that was stupid.

Just as I’m about to get in a nice hot bath there is a tap at my door.

I reluctantly open it; convinced it’s Tess, here to tell me more bad news.

When I pull the door open, my eyes are met with the ones I’ve been dying to see for so long, Max.

"Do you think I could come in, so we could talk?" He desperately asks me.

"Yes of course," I say ten times more desperate.

With that he walks in and I have a feeling tonight is going to be one of the most intense nights I've had.


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