Maxton was the older brother of your best friend, Caroline, who you met like 4 years ago. He hated you, well, he hated your presence when you went to his house, the only words he said to you were "Good morning" or depending on the time or he didn't even talk to you at all. He was a serious and cold man in a few words.

Unfortunately for you, you had drunk too much today, exceeding your limits, so you decided not to drive home and to text your friend to pick you up.

After waiting outside for half an hour, a luxury car parked and Maxwell got out. Although you didn't even notice him because you were so drunk, when he saw you he decided to walk towards you while he watched you stagger, holding you by the waist, his expression somewhat disgusted to see you in that state.

"Come on..."

He said to you with his usual serious voice as you both approached his car, holding you so you wouldn't fall