Max Irons Always Gets What He Wants

Chapter 7

A/N: Sorry, late. But ENJOY! GETTIG DISCOURAGED HERE. Annie xxo

CHAPTER 7

Nicole’s POV

I guess the reason we live is to survive, and any extra modifications are insignificantly unnecessary. It felt rather exhausting going through the problems of life, but I’ll survive. After all, it seemed as if my sole purpose in life is to go through with people’s expectations.

“What are you doing here, G?” I said.

I had the urge to reprimand her, or just go up to her and pour my heart out, but social media-wise, I had to keep my act. Once in showbiz, you’re a caged animal. Raging, clawing against the walls of the cage, wild- untamed. But you had to stay inside the cage for your own sake. And even if you were lucky enough to get out, you’d turn mad as a hatter and influence people negatively. It’s like a being in the middle of a ring of fire.

I wrapped my arms around Max’s neck and brought my lips to his ears in a flirtatious manner. “The act stays, remember.” Forgiving him was basically an unavoidable ultimatum: forgive or else. There were so many possible substitutes for the “or else”.

Max feigned a manly chuckle and wrapped his arms around my waist. “Aw you two!” Georgette said. Her eyes were bright and brilliant, interesting as always, but I didn’t miss the jealous undertone in her eyes. I found it outstanding, since most of the time I’d feel jealous over her social circle and expecting lovers. Not that I show it or anything, but the feeling still exists.

“Thanks, now that I finally have her all to myself, I can make sure that she stays mine.” Max leaned down to kiss my forehead (credits for the sweet gesture, Max).

“What were you guys doing?” I didn’t know if I really had ever loved Declan, but if I did, I sure felt the betrayal at the moment. All of my confined fears, restrained anger, hidden misery- it must have showed in my eyes. I’d wipe my tears away, really, but Max beat me to it.

His lips caressed my cheek before it made its way to my earlobe. “Honey, keep the act, why are you so sad? Bitch one and bitch two here will get their retribution later on.” At the nickname he gave them, I chuckled, glossy tears spilling down my eyes. Max quickly pulled me into an embrace so that my face was crushed against his chest. “I’ll make sure of it.”

I stood on my tiptoes and placed my lips on his neck. I wanted to stir Georgette’s jealousy. I wanted the news hunters to take this, and explode in their own argumentative office riots. “I can’t do this Max. I can’t,” I mumbled uselessly. We were in public, out in the open, the prey of the paparazzi- how do we hide? We had to follow through until we reached a conclusion. Would this get worse, or better for all of us?

“What’s wrong?” I turned back and saw G’s plastic smile turn into a hurried frown, barely a hint of concern evident in her eyes. It was obvious she cared, we were best friends- but she didn’t care as much. Maybe this was an epic plan of betrayal. Maybe they were trying to bring me down.