Max Irons Always Gets What He Wants

PROLOGUE

Max Irons always gets what he wants.

Nicole's POV

"Thanks for today," I said as I stood on my tiptoes and gave him a peck. The ring on my finger shows it all. I was beyond delighted to be married to this man.

"I love you so much Nic," Declan said as he gave me another peck. "You better go in now, it's cold outside. Get some rest."

"Would you like to come in?" I inquired, hopeful that he would. But I knew he couldn't. He had work.

"No I would rather not, I skipped one day of work today, dad would be pissed." I chuckled.

"Even if I was the reason for your skip?" I rose up an eyebrow.

"Probably not. He loves you too much," Declan chirped as he opened the door.

"I'll see you later okay? Call me if something happens," I said before walking in, the door creaking closed behind me. Without his presence I felt lonely. I had so much love to give.

The rest of the night went unusually fast. I found myself waking up in the morning.

I went through my usual routine- the bathroom, the vanity, the kitchen-although I found out I ran out of toast and coffee, and then out the door. I considered walking to work, but driving seemed to be my best choice, since I was a lazy couch potato. Walking seemed like a much too strenuous activity.

Grabbing my car keys, I jammed it into the ignition and sped off towards Crème Café. They had the best coffee and pastry, best for a day starter.

I walked into the café and heard the familiar ding of the door,which alerted the staff of a new customer.

"Ah! Nicole, how are you?" the manager, Harold, asked me. I gave him a morning smile. His smiles and greetings were always contagious. This warm hearted old man always had a kind spirit.

"I'm fine, how about you?"

"I'm feeling happy today! My granddaughter just graduated. The usual?"

I nodded. "Good for her! Congratulations, Harold."

I plopped myself on a four seated booth and took out my iPad. Scrolling through my emails, I found one from my mother. It was incredulous to receive an email from her, since she was too deep in her suffering to even send an email. My father was a jerk, and that was putting it in a nice way.

Nicole,

How's life over there? I hope things between you and your boyfriend is all right. Email me as soon as possible; tell me what's going on. Your father might be planning something.

Mom.

Planning something? Planning what? He had disposed of me, well actually I decided to go on my own, but he got rid of me, didn't he? What else would he plan? I was out of his life!

I typed back a reply.

Mom,

Life is fine. I had just gotten engaged. What is dad planning?

Nicole

She didn't reply.

So there I sat, on a booth, a hand under my chin, deep in my thoughts as the scent of coffee and a masculine scent enveloped me. The waitress gave me a wary look, but didn't say a word. She placed the coffee and chocolate banana croissant on the table. I took a sip of the rich coffee.

I sat there awkwardly as my best friend Georgette was currently out of town. I didn't call anyone else to meet me here this morning because it was the term best friend, after all.

The masculine scent still lingered around my nose. It was not too strong, and yet it stung my nose. I felt like sneezing.

I did sneeze in the end.

A couple of times.

I heard a chuckle from behind me. A drop dead gorgeous man was sitting on the booth behind me, the source of the masculine smell. I frowned.

"Your cologne is... too strong."

He chuckled some more. "Well nice to meet you," the sarcasm was obviously evident in his tone. "I'm Max, Max Irons."

"Well hello Max." I turned back towards my coffee and croissant. I only had a few minutes before work.

"Aren't you going to tell me your name, love?" His tone was somewhat puzzled, somewhat amused. My cheeks flushed a deep crimson shade.

"Well," I took a small sip of my coffee, "I should get going now. I am late for work." I hastily stood up and motioned for the waitress to put the croissant in a to go paper bag.

"What about your name?" he inquired.

"Nicole DuPont. Nice to meet you."

After the croissant was delivered into my hands I hurried to work.

Well that was awkward. And in a big town like this, it was normal to see unfamiliar newcomers. But who was he?

Max Irons' POV

I watched her walk out of the café. She was beautiful. Her lush pink lips were kissable- if I could I would kiss her senseless. Her body was beautifully curved and petite, makes me want to have her in my arms.  She was statuesque- the way a supermodel should be. Her auburn locks cascaded her heart shaped face, her eyes a beautiful russet brown and her eyelashes thick and long.

I craved her.

As her petite body got lost in the crowd, I turned back towards Landon. "I want her."