TAMING MAX (Completed)

CHAPTER 1 - THE PROPOSITION

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I walked into his apartment and let out a long sigh. Looking around, the sight was all too familiar. Clothes were everywhere, drinks were strewn about, and dishes were stacked in the sink. The entire scene stood in stark contrast to its sleek surroundings.

The shower was running and I was hoping he would be in there for a while. If I could get the rest of the place cleaned up by the time he came out my contact with him would be minimal.

Most girls would have killed to be in an apartment alone with him but they didn't have to clean up behind him. Having a ton of money sure doesn't make you a tidy person. If fact, in my experience it just makes one more entitled and messy.

If he had one look at the shack of an apartment I lived in he would surely be appalled. But you know what? At least my place was clean and my things were well taken care of. Something about working for every penny you have ever had makes you appreciate things a little bit more.

When I heard the shower turn off a scowl instantly formed on my face. The spoiled little prince was going to make an appearance whether I liked it or not.

I made sure I was busy when the door finally opened and he strolled into the living room wearing nothing but a towel. He loved walking around like that in front of me. I think he was under some delusion that I enjoyed it. Looking like you just stepped off of the cover of a romance novel doesn't mean much when you act like an arrogant prick.

He looked at me with a ridiculous smirk when he strolled by me. I shot back a forced smile and continued dusting. He was so full of himself.

There was a knock on the door and he motioned to me to answer it like I was his servant or something. If I didn't need the money I would have told him where he could shove it.

The door opened to a very angry looking Mr. Livingston. He took one look around and had the same expression as I did. I couldn't help but give a little side-eye as Mr. Sloppy himself walked out of the bedroom, this time wearing nothing but sweats.

"I see you and Chase had another carefree night spending my money," Mr. Livingston said in a harsh tone.

Max walked over to the fridge and opened up a cold bottle of water. "Not this again dad."

"All the two of you do is run around town partying and bringing home a different girl every night."

"I also run a foundation that is helping hundreds of children," he replied.

Mr. Livingston pulled out a chair at the dining table and took a seat.

"Sit down son."

Max rolled his eyes and took a seat next to his father. He seemed to have had this conversation one too many times. I tried to mind my own business but I couldn't help but eavesdrop. The idea of someone putting him in his place was far too alluring.

"Son, I love you and you know I think of Chase like a son. Unfortunately, I have not been tough enough on you. I am not getting any younger and the time for you to take over the company is quickly approaching."

Max stared right at his father without a single ounce of shame. I had been busting my ass since I was fourteen and he walked around like there was an endless supply of money.

"Dad, I know it is my responsibility to take over the company and when the time comes I will be ready."

"Will you son? You have a different girl on your arm every night and not a single one has any substance."