Max Irons Always Gets What He Wants

Chapter 12

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“But Max-“

            “I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT!” he all but yelled as a grandma covered her ear. Yeah, we were in an elevator, heading up to our hotel rooms in hopes that we can avoid a blowup argument like the one that just started in the elevator. I had to tell him…

            We were chewing our burgers in peace, Max half-grinning and cracking jokes while chewing with his mouth opened. I had to laugh, I mean why wouldn’t I? We were ordering beef burgers in a five star restaurant, which provided lobsters, and we were dressed much too fancy for the occasion.

            I think I got on his sweet side already!

            “Hey Max? I need to tell you something before we return to our separate rooms. “

“Sure, what’s going on?”

“But promise me you won’t be mad at me,” I monotonously said.

“Can’t promise you anything unless you tell me what its about, love.”

“Declan.”

“Well, then, I really can’t promise you anything at all. Just tell me, Nic.”

“Remember that time when I was gone from Svette’s? I went outside to take a call.” My palms were clammy.

“Let me guess, that call was from Declan?” He scoffed.

“No. It was his father.”

“What did he say? ’Oh please, give my son a second chance, he’s miserable’?”

Damn that hit the spot.

“Kind of?” I didn’t know what to expect then, since his temper was a uncontrollable roller coaster ride.

“And then what was he asking for?” His hand went up to wipe invisible sweat off his forehead. “You shouldn’t have picked up in the first place, Nic. Hell!”

“I always pick up my calls.”

“What was he asking for? A second chance?”

“No, but he wanted for Declan to meet me for a closure, or in hopes I’d fall in love with my ex again. But you know it won’t happen,” I say assuring.

“Heck yeah it won’t happen. You won’t meet him. Ever again.”

Who did he think he was, controlling my life and all that jazz? Your fiancé.

“I’m not saying the meeting won’t happen. I’m saying that I won’t fall in love with him again. I need this closure, Max. And I’m doing it whether you like it or not.” Max harrumphed in response. Jealousy and territoriality has never really been much of a pet peeve to me; in fact, I considered it rather attractive and amusing. But this one, this one was somehow out of the world, irritating. I huffed and folded my arms. This was going to be a huge argument.

“When and where?”

“Tomorrow, dinner, here.”

He twiddled with his thumbs and determinedly glared at me. “No.” We were now in front of the elevator, and I was hoping for the familiar ding of arrival to actually arrive so that I could quickly run back into the safety of my room. This wasn’t a good argument to begin or continue, but it’d be a wonderful one to end.

“Yes! Have you ever wondered that maybe, if he ever gets his closure, he’d forget about everything and let us just be ourselves? I’m sick of this pretend-not-pretend thing going on! I mean, come on, this is messed up. I know him, Max. I’ve been with him for who knows how long. I know there’s a good side to him. He’s just doing this out of spite. Deep down, he’s not too bad. If this closure is what it takes for all of this to end, then I’ll do it!” Max looked really offended and ready to burst by the time the now dreaded ding of arrival actually arrived. And darn it, there was only one person there, and she was one old lady, she didn’t recognize us or even posed a threat.

That suffocating, almost empty moving cube was like a punishment from nature. Geez sure, please do leave an empty time slot for Max Irons to yell at me. And attempt to control me. And try to forbid my contact with Declan to make our futures better.

We walked in, me accepting my fate, and as the thick steel doors slammed against each other, all hell broke loose.

“So what you’re saying is you don’t want to be my fiancé anymore? That you’re doing this so that the arrangement is off and you can get your freedom back? Is that it? Well guess what, Declan is fooling you once again!” He shouted in rage. “Who knows what he’s going to do after that. What if he sets you up and makes your meet up a headline? Damn, Nic, he won’t stop! That spite still exists. And damn, I want you all to myself. YOU ARE NOT TALKING TO HIM EVER AGAIN.”

“But you can’t do that! Declan is nice, I am pretty sure of that! He would probably stage something like that, I know, but I am hoping my last talk with him would straighten things out and make him realize what mistakes he’s been making so far. I know this is possible,” I pleaded with a little bit of hope. I know it’s possible! I just do! I have faith in Declan. Our rooms are in the fifteenth floor, and two other old ladies have gone in the elevator so far. So much for efficiency! We were currently in the seventh floor.

“YOU’RE DEFENDING HIM NOW?” He snarled. “THAT’S IT! YOU ARE NOT GOING TO EVER GET CLOSE TO HIM, HIS FAMILY, HIS FRIENDS, OR HIS HOUSE EVER AGAIN!”

“But Max-“

“I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT!” Ding. Dammit. A grandma covered her ears and he apologized. Good to know he kept his manners even through a raging temper.

Flashes engulfed our eyes then, and people dressed appropriately with ID tags hanging off their necks shoved themselves at us, blurting out incoherent sentences and questions as Max slowly guided me out of the elevator, not saying a word. He had a fake, irritated smile on his face.

“Darling I suggest we head to my room,” He gritted out of his teeth. His voice blended with all the noise, disguised and distinct at the same time.

Knowing the press wouldn’t accept engaged celebrities not sharing a room together, I nodded silently and followed him with a steady smile.

The press would’ve thought it involved them continually pestering us, but no.

His anger could’ve been sensed from a million miles away.