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33.Real Men Whine

33. Real Men Whine

Maxxon Chase's P.O.V. :

   "You know what would be great?" I blurt out, still filing Zayn's paperwork. Zayn turns from his seat at the desk, raising an eyebrow at me. I flip my hair out of my face, brushing it over to my left shoulder. "If we had a party here."

   "Max, I'm one of the biggest CEO's in the world. I can't have random parties thrown in my buildings. As much as I want to, I can't. It's hard enough only being twenty-two and a CEO. Most of the people I work with are old guys in their fifties. They think I'm not well-prepared. Well-prepared my ass. My companies are bigger than their companies."

   "Calm down, Zayn. It was just a suggestion. But. . ." I trailed off, leaning on one foot so I could face Zayn and the cabinets at the same time. "With my birthday coming up and all that jazz. . ." I close the cabinet, placing the empty file on top of the cabinet. I gently twirl around, facing Zayn. He has since his rant gone back to doing whatever he is doing on the computer. Probably looking at some porno.

   "It would really mean a lot if you threw me a party. . ." I trailed off, leaning against the arm rest of his chair with wheels. I'm a grown woman. Grown woman don't say 'spinny chairs.' Zayn quickly saves his file and turns his body to face me. I can see his golden eyes turn a darker shade of brown, eyeing me up and down.

   "When's your birthday again, Max?" Zayn huskily whispers, trailing his fingers over my sides. I slightly shiver at the contact, leaning my elbow against his broad shoulder. Zayn reaches across the table flipping through the calendar on his desk. Idiot thinks he actually marked it down. Hehe, LOL. He never even asked for my birthday.

   "July sixth, Idiot," I chuckle, standing up off the arm rest. Zayn quickly jots it down before spinning to face me.

   "Wait, what? I thought we were having a moment!" Zayn whines. I open the closet door in his office, looking through the boxes of files. Back in the office, Zayn continues to whine about the moment we were sharing, begging me to come back into the office to finish our moment.

   "Real men don't beg!" I call out, grabbing out a one of a kind tailored suit for Zayn. I leave the closet, gently laying the suit down on the couch. I head back out into the hallway, spotting Cindy, the hallway desk lady. Before anyone comes in, they have to check with her first. I take the mail off her desk, flashing her a small smile. 

   The first thing I hear when I walk back into the office is Zayn's shout. "But real men do whine!" I ignore him, placing the mail on the coffee table. I pick up Zayn's suit, heading over to him again. "But, Maxy. . ." He continues. I roll my eyes.

   "Come on, Zayn. You have a meeting with the CEO of Hastings." I gently slide his blazer off his shoulders, taking the grey one out of the protective bag and sliding it on him. I toss him his pants. "Go get dressed, Zayn." I push him out the door, ignoring his pleas.

   Yeah, what a real man.

Zayn Malik's P.O.V. :

   "Max!" I whine once more before the door slams shut. I sigh, turning around and finding myself face-to-face with Cindy. I internally groan. She bats her grey eyes at me. I find her more creepy than attractive nowadays. "Hello, Miss Covert. How are you doing?" I say, attempting to make small talk with her.

   "I'm doing fine. Thank you, Mr. Malik. I suggest you get dressed before that slu -- sweet. I mean sweet girl comes out again," She says, biting her tongue. I narrow my eyes at her. She nervously smiles, going back to her typing. 

   I turn back around and head down the corridor, finding the nearest men's bathroom. I step inside, walking into one of the stalls. At least the bathrooms are clean. I thought I would have to hire a new janitor again. I thought, satisfied with the cleanliness of the bathroom. 

   I find myself dressed in the grey suit in a matter of minutes. With extra time to spare, I quickly fix my hair back into it's normal quiff. Once I finish, I check my teeth for any food. I did have some spinach earlier today. Who am I kidding? Nobody likes spinach. 

   Finally, after my check up is done, I head outside. Just as I reach the office again, Max rushes out. My suitcase is in her hand and my cell phone in the other. Once she catches sight of me, she thrusts the phone into my arms.

   "Zayn, we're going to be late!" She huffs, dragging me down the hallway. And here I was, thinking I did my check up in record time. The whole time, I was just taking up too much time. Oh well. I think I did great. 

   Once we arrive outside, a black car is waiting for us. We take our appropriate seats; Max in the passenger's and me in the driver's seat. I start the car up, driving out of the parking lot. We make small talk until the accident happens.

   In case you're wondering, here are some hints: It involved a car. Someone got run over. Someone got hurt. And everybody panicked. It was that scary. And for those of you who guessed right, yep. It all happened so fast. One minute we were driving, the next, Max was screaming for me to stop. So I did. And then we saw it.

   We ran over a squirrel. 

   We rushed out of the car, checking the poor fella out. His lower half was all flat and unnatural. His eyes were bulging out of their sockets. They were colorless; dead. Max covered her mouth with her hand, gently closing her eyes. I placed my hand over my heart, preparing myself for a nice speech. After all, everyone deserves a speech at their funeral.

   "He was a good man."

   "Wait, he ran in the middle of the street; He was a man."

   "Who am I kidding? He was a squirrel."

   "Zayn, stop talking to yourself and get in the car!" Max shouted from the passenger's seat. I turned around, rushing back into the car. I gently started it up, driving away. I felt the bump when we drove over it's head, but eh. 

    Little fucker got blood on my tires.

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The same person who made me the last trailer, made me the one to the side! I personally like this one better, but IDK man. That might just be me. Also, I made myself a new cover. With all the hard work I do, I think I should reward myself, man. Enjoy x