All Is Love and War | Maxley |

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CHAPTER 2

Bradley

I tried my best to keep him away from me, but god, he was really persistent. I understood he was getting paid for this, but I wouldn't have told my father if he decided to quit doing his job. It would certainly do us both a favor. Once, at a Gamma house party, Tank handed me a red party cup with cold beer inside. It seemed promising. Hell knew I needed to be drunk to deal with him. "You can't have that, Mr. Uppercrust," he had said in the most mocking tone ever. It was pissing me off.

"Fuck off, I'm old enough to drink beer, doofus." He crept in front of me. "I'm drinking this, and you won't force it out of me." I took the cup to my mouth, the beer slipped between my lips. As I imagined, it was cold and refreshing. I shoved the red party cup to his chest. His face stayed in its usual tight lines; lips, eyes, and eyebrows. He drew his eyes to my lips.

I shouldn't have challenged him, no, he challenged himself. He threw the cup to the ground, shifting between my legs. He pushed me against the kitchen counter. This wasn't happening in front of everyone. I could have spat the beer all over his shirt if it wasn't for him putting his mouth to mine. If it were a kiss, it might have been attractive. Instead, he pried my mouth open, letting the beer pour into his mouth.

"You're disgusting," I said after he parted. His tight lined lips turned to a small smile.

"Your father mentioned you have a," he paused. "Drinking problem."

I huffed loudly, "I do not have a drinking problem. The problem I have is you." Max watched me spit hurtful words at him. "Nevermind, I'm going to the bathroom." I needed to be away from him, he was driving me insane, and not in a good way.

He followed me! He really fucking followed me.

"You even follow me inside the bathroom!?"

"I'm following orders given to me by your father," Max snarled back. He acted as if this was at all normal, which it wasn't. For my father, perhaps it might have been.

"Follow my damn orders, get the hell out of this bathroom before I do something." My words tugged a smile to his lips. "It's not funny, I'll hurt you."

"Right," he laughed. "Go piss, Mr. Uppercrust. I won't look." He covered his eyes with the palms of his hands.

I put a finger to his chest, pressing against it harshly, "I can piss without your help, unless you plan to unbuckle my damn pants for me."

Max dropped his gaze down my body. Suddenly, this room was too hot, and I was sweating. It was the beer (that I hadn't gotten to consume). It was something, and it definitely wasn't because of Max's watchful eyes roaming every inch of my body. How was it that he could make me, a fully dressed person, feel so naked?

"Don't do that," I spat.

"I'm not doing anything, Mr. Uppercrust," a hint of amusement in his voice. "Take your royal piss and we can head to your room after." My room? Right, because that damn bastard followed me everywhere.

"Whatever," I whispered.