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Max arrived at his hotel after leaving Bryce's house. He wasn't exactly sure why he was upset with what that Christina lady had said to him but he just couldn't bring himself to take it all in.

So what if he said all those things? It's not exactly his fault that she was from a convent now was it? He had no clue that she was Hera's sister and it's not like he hasn't said those kinds of things to a woman before. They love it when he says something like that and it was her fault for not getting it and making it seem like he was the villain who had made the worst mistake in history.

Pushing his hair backwards, Max alighted his car and treaded towards the reception of his hotel.

"Welcome back, Boss." His receptionist, Nora greeted him with a curt bow of her head. "How was your trip? Was it better than you anticipated?"

"It was alright." Max wasn't in a mood to say more so he just left his answer as simple as it should be. "Is the guest house ready for me?" He asked and she nodded with a placating smile.

"I had them clean it up in time for your arrival Sir." She answered professionally.

"Good. I'll be busy for the rest of the night and i don't want to be disturbed if it's not urgent." He informed her and headed inside without giving her a chance to respond to his words.

Nora knew better than to disturb her boss today. She wouldn't even dare no matter how urgent it was and it isn't because she was scared of him or anything of that sort. It's just because she noticed how awful his mood was tonight. Something was definitely wrong with him.

Usually, he would speak casually with her and try to play around but he was dead serious today and it spooked her. Maybe something happened back at home that affected his work. She wouldn't know because as friendly as her boss was, he was also tight-lipped and doesn't like sharing. He only shows you what he wanted you to see and keeps the rest to himself. He's like an overly complicated book that no one likes reading.

Max arrived at his room and locked himself in. He undressed himself and hit the shower before walking back into his dimly lit room. There, with a towel wrapped around his waist, he walked over to the almost dark side of the bar area and poured a glass of whiskey for himself as he waited for his guest or rather, his plaything to arrive.

Minutes after, the door swings open and he heard gentle footsteps walk into his room. Her perfume filled the air and Max caught a whiff of it. Cherry scented perfume, just like her name. A signature brand of hers if he must add. Max wasn't a fan of having the same thing for dessert all the time but Cherry was an exception. She understood the 'not getting attached' rule which was his number one rule that was involved in their friends with benefits contract and as long as she doesn't cross the line, he wouldn't have a reason to complain either.

Without saying anything, he carefully poured another shot into his glass as he watched her from where he stood, hopelessly searching for him in the dark room. From where he stood, Max could already outline the silhouette that was visible against the dimming lights.

Her protruding breasts almost peeking out from the flimsy excuse of a gown that was holding onto those breasts for dear life. He envisioned his head buried there and the thought of it sent an adrenaline rush to his dick that twitched in response.

"H-Hello? Max? Are you in here?" She called out into the darkness. Ears open to pick up the slightest sound and eyes searching every available corner to pick up even the slightest human movement possible but Max remained there, unmoved.

"Is anyone in here?" She asked, pushing her lush brunette hair backwards.

Just then, Cherry heard the sound of glass gently tapping the bare surface of another glass or stool. Someone was definitely in this room. The realization came with twinge of restlessness.

"It wouldn't hurt to to reply a question you know? That's considered rude in my books pretty boy." She spoke further when he didn't reply. "You brought sent for me and you can't even answer my questions? I thought that we had a deal?" She drawled in a seductive voice.

"I'm upset that you walked into my room all dressed up. You of all people should know that by now." Max's gruff voice came from the darkness that surrounded her. "I thought that we had a deal as well. Take it off." He ordered.

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