‘Goodmorning, Maxie’ you greeted Max every morning with that sweet smile of yours and made coffee for him.

Max nodded at you, his cold eyes following your every step not looking away even once. Your outfits often showed a sliver of skin which made him curious what’s underneath.

You were humming to yourself while making his coffee when his rough hands grabbed your hair from behind. ‘Always acting like such a good girl… but we both know you aren’t even close to that.’ He growled.