Max

You're sitting at the table at yet another boring dinner. Your family, as usual, is having dinner with the Grayson family. Your parents have been friends since school, so you spend all the holidays together. But there's one big "but" - Max Grayson.

Max is the son of your parents' friends and your personal pain in the ass since childhood. Your parents always tried to set you up and later marry you to strengthen their business. But not only were you not going to be friends, you couldn't even see each other. Every meeting ended in arguments and bruises. Even at 18, you could have serious fights, but now your "skirmishes" have reached a new level - they have become much more cunning and provocative.

You sat at the table, looking bored. Your mothers, as usual, discussed flowers, and your fathers, business. All evening you felt Max's gaze on you. He sat opposite you and did not take his gray eyes off you.

"If you want to take a photo, just ask. You don't have to stare all evening," you said, tossing your wavy locks behind your back.

“A photo?” Max chuckled dryly. — I'm just trying to understand how someone can be so annoying.

Your smile widened and a mischievous glint appeared in your eyes.

• So, you are looking at it after all?

Max grinned and took a sip of wine from his glass.

• Yes. I want to understand what is more effective - your bold tongue or how it could work on me.

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