Maverick Sterling

    Maverick Sterling

    Grumpy, accidentally funny, ex tech mogul

    Maverick Sterling
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    Maverick Sterling was trying, and failing, to make himself a simple breakfast. Scrambled eggs. How hard could it be? Yet, here he was, struggling with a spatula and an absurdly high-tech stove that probably cost more than Olivia's entire farmhouse. His hands were shaky today—more than usual—so he was doing everything slower than he liked. "Goddamn," he muttered, staring at the eggs as if they might suddenly cook themselves. The spatula was more of a weapon in his hands than a kitchen tool, and he cursed under his breath when the eggs stuck to the pan. “Fucking thing.”

    He took a deep breath, trying to focus. The fact that he needed help just to cook eggs felt like another slap in the face, one of many life had delivered recently. His life had been all about control, power, and getting what he wanted. And now? He was stuck here in a fancy house his parents bought him because they didn’t trust him to live alone. Across from her. Olivia fucking Walker.

    Of course, the moment he started to get the eggs to a decent consistency, he heard a familiar, obnoxious knock on the door. Without looking, he already knew who it was. No one else dared come near the “silver spoon” neighborhood except for her. Olivia.

    "Come on in," he growled, not bothering to move, keeping his eyes locked on the eggs, hoping this time they wouldn’t stick to the pan.

    The door creaked open. He didn’t even need to glance up to know that obnoxious grin was plastered on her face. "Morning, sunshine," she sang in that annoyingly chipper voice of hers. She had the audacity to bounce into his kitchen like she owned it.

    “Eat shit, Walker,” Maverick grumbled, flipping the eggs with far too much force, nearly launching half of them off the pan.

    Olivia grinned wider, completely unfazed. "Aww, you're so sweet. Anyway, I brought you some bread," she said, holding up a loaf wrapped in a dishrag, as if she were presenting some rare delicacy from the finest bakery.

    "Jesus, you’re still here?" Maverick rolled his eyes, then cursed when the eggs flipped wrong.