More cuteness!!, I can't get over it! What do we think?. I mean, from Mcgrouchy face to cutesy wutsey!. Love, Bee.
*EditedBreanna's POV She noticed a jar of chocolate chip cookies on the top cabinet and reached to grab it, but the house was clearly made for tall people, because even on her tippy toes, she still didn't reach. "You're so small." He side stepped her and grabbed the jar, she let out a sharp breath at his bluntness. "I'm a whooping 5'7." She stood tall, but he didn't seem impressed. "I'm 6'6." He said with a clear face. Breanna's mouth dropped to the floor. She saw his lip twitched trying to hide his smile. "That's a lie." She looked up at him, amazed. While he was a pro at hiding his feelings, she didn't know how to stop showing it. He pulled out a measuring tape from one of the down cabinets, her eyebrow creased that he just happened to have the tape in his kitchen, but she was sure he was lying. "You go first." She told him, he pulled a bar stool and they moved to the living area. "Lift your foot." She brought took the tape, not able to ignore the way his eyes followed her
*Edited Breanna's POV "You mentioned you weren't born in Lakeside?." After he had given her one of his many grey shirts and boxer shorts to wear, claiming she was too distracting. "I'm from Oscar-bay, my entire family moved there when I was born, from England actually, both my parents have English accents." She smiled at his soft chuckle. Snuggling closer to him on the bed as she hugged the shirt. He brushed a hand down her spine, smiling down at her, and placed a soft peck on her nose. "Why did you quit boxing?." She asked, he hesitated. She knew it was a sore topic, but she needed to know, she had a feeling it had something to do with his play boy ways. She guessed, he was hurt in the past but his big bad persona, didn't fit, he doesn't seem like a person that anything or anyone can hurt. "I was in a bad place." He said. "I'll need you to be less vague." He sighed, dragging a hand down his face. "Was seventeen when I went pro, which is awfully young, but I was good at it, won
*Edited Maxwell's POV The party was off to a great start. Max made them tone the entire thing to just a few people for a dinner in his house. Mostly just family and really close friends. "Hi!." Martha practically screamed when they walked through the door and pulled Breanna into a hug. "You must be Breanna!, nice to meet you!." Breanna shot him a confused look which he returned with a shrug, then turned to glare at Petra in the back ground, she must have told Martha everything. But instead of a smug look, Petra looked weird, rather constipated, something was wrong, he knew, he wanted to ask but he had to get Breanna away from his mom first. "Martha…..Martha." He called out quietly as Breanna lost breathing space. "You're going to kill her like that." "Oh Gods, you're gorgeous!, mom!." Martha yelled out and in seconds, his mother appeared. Without wasting a second, he placed a hand around Breanna's waist. "Breanna, my mom, Helen and sister, Martha." He motioned to both of the s
*EditedBreanna's POV Breanna did another quick sweep of the party for the fifth time in twenty minutes. He was no where to be found, just like he wasn't eight minutes ago when she checked. "I'm sure he's not lost in his own house." Martha whispered to her with a smile, Breanna blushed at her words. His family was a delight, she thought they would they would hate her because she was a lot younger than him, that she was a gold digger. 'What if they don't like me?.' She had asked on their way here. 'They are just my parents, relax.' He said, scratching his head. Breanna raised an eyebrow at him. 'Exactly!.' She gave him a flat look. 'That's practically impossible, I like you,' Her heart did a dance at those three simple words, no matter how many times he had said it in the last few days, which was a lot, she would never get used to feeling it gave her. The sudden thunder of her heart, the flip of her stomach, the curl of her toes, the goosebumps on her skin, the numbness in her f
*Edited Breanna's POV A rattling from her window woke her up to realize that the windows were wide open, a big gust of wind rushed causing her to shiver. She could have sworn she closed it before napping. Breanna hated taking naps in the afternoon anyway, it always left an unpleasant head ache afterwards. Shuffling to her feet, she walked over to pull it close, when she heard a silent shutter sound. Thinking the sound was from her neighbors, she fixed the lock and tried to sleep again, but as tired as she still was, she couldn't seem to go back to sleep, it was a miracle she had even slept in the first place. Breanna didn't get a wink of sleep the night before, the monsters of the night came in their thousands to make sure she was miserable the next morning. The day Jack would have been twenty-four. She used to think she didn't have anymore tears left to shed, but even after months, she still did. So she cried, blaming herself for his demise yet again, there was no other way to s
*Edited Breanna's POV "Breanna!." She heard the guy's voice call out from her kitchen window. With a small run, she started to pull down all the blinds and curtains, dialing 911 with shaky hands. "Hello, there is a man at my house, I don't know who he is but he's stalker and won't leave……" She rushed out in one breath. "Calm down ma'am, where exactly are you?, is he armed?." The lady on the phone asked. Breanna peered through her room window, lifting the curtain to see. "Breanna!." She heard him shout, Breanna dropped the cloth like it was on fire. "I'm in my room, but he's right outside my window, I noticed a pocket knife in his hand." She answered. "Your address?." "2114 on Maddison street, flat four close to Charleston University campus." "Breanna!, my love it doesn't have to be like this?." He banged on her front door. "Okay, I'm going to ask you to stay in the house and lock all exits, find something to arm yourself, we're on our way to you." As soon as the call dropp
*Edited Breanna's POV "Ugh!, this is the thirteenth request for recommendation to Hallhouise this week." Maxwell groaned, throwing his head back. Breanna laughed, her legs perched on his laps. They were seated in the backyard on the rocking love seat his grandparents used to spend all their time on. She felt incredibly special when he mentioned it earlier. "Even your handsome Stan emailed me." He said in a wrong over exaggerated accent, rolling his eyes. "Even if I decide to recommend anyone, its definitely not him." "Don't be mean." She gasped. "You can't blame him, everyone wants internship at Hallhouise." "Then why haven't you asked me yet?." He turned away from his laptop to her. Breanna narrowed her eyes at him with a smile assuming that he was joking. "Are you serious?." "Don't you want it?." "Well, I do, but if my hard work and grades are not enough for me to get in, then I don't want it." She shrugged. He went silent for a while, his eyes still on her as if regarding h
*Edited Breanna's POV "Crap!." She jumped out of the swinging chair, a hand on her hair she ran, he was hot on her heels, but they didn't make it before the rain soaked them, Brenna began to shiver immediately, the heat from before disappeared. "Wait here, let me get towels. " He said and rushed in, leaving her in the kitchen. The Tv and record players was playing something she recognized as a Mozart violin orchestra, she heard it once back in high school in the museum the school took her class to. There was this really musical kid that identified it and was ranting off to his friends that his personal music teacher could play that piece, his friends stared at him as he spoke wide eyes and mouth drinking in his lie. She could tell he was lying because he said his music teacher played 5 instruments but he never mentioned a violin. Breanna removed her shoes and pushed it to the back door, before Maxwell reappeared with Bear behind him, sniffing around for God knows what. "You're
Trigger warning: This chapter contains stroing language and references Breanna's POVBreanna kicked the door close behind her, with a thundering heart.All her efforts to not be bothered by him came to no avail, she even made sure her hotel was far on the other side of town to his house. She refused to leave her hotel room unless it was absolutely necessary.The number of times she thought she had seen him in the last few days was disturbing. Every where she would turned to, someone was dressed similar, was as tall, had same tone of hair and the most annoyingly, his large black Escalade!. Everyone seemed to have one now.But it was inevitable, they still had things to work out, it was clear after their conversation that they needed to now more than ever.He was still under the impression that there was anything left between them. She had long moved on, sure she still had feelings for him, those feelings don't automatically disappear, but she had no intention of rekindling anything the
MAX'S POVThere were times when it'd cross his mind that she'd return and never want anything to do with him again in her life. That he came into her life to cause her more pain than she was already experiencing early on in life.Still, Maxwell didn't think it'd be as heart wrenching as it was hearing her loud silence.It's true what they say. You never know what you have till you've lost it. He thought to himself. And now he had lost a precious gem. Would he ever be able to move on from this lose this time around?.Amidst his deep depraving thoughts Breanna replied."When I left, it was too hard to maintain." She began in a dry, cracking voice after a prolonged silence. His eye brows creased together, trying to understand her words. But as she tried to speak again, more tears filled her eyes."My hair." She motioned clearing her throat. His eyes following her every movement. "So I cut it all off, and when it began to grow, I wanted it out of the way so it was just easier to just strai
MAX'S POVMax brought a peach up to his nose for a quick sniff before dropping it into his cart as he continued his walk down the isle. As promised Martha, he planned a small dinner for the family, Cece and Steve, Petra and her husband, for a simple dinner and maybe poker.Only one problem to hosting his family, cooking. He took a left turn remembering where the spice isle was, as he came into the opening, the smell of fresh basil, paprika and other spices he could not pronounce hit his nose. But that was barely the surprise, his eyes lifted up, following the shadow of the person at the other extreme end of the isle, he stopped dead in his tracks.Standing there at the other end was Breanna. Just as beautiful as she was last night in his dreams. Her melanin skin seemed to have gotten a tan, glowing under the supermarket led lights. Her slicked back in a low ponytail."Hi." She waved dropping a bottle of honey in her basket."Brie." He called out to be sure he wasn't seeing things. A fe
MAX'S POV"Thank you all for making it tonight!." Cece said through the microphone from the large podium as a loud cheer ensued with clapping. Maxwell looked around the large room, pleased at the turn out of the night.He certainly did not expect this many people for the award, then again, many people have contributed to the cause and he was proud to be a part and one of the founding members of it. After the kidnap and the whole drama, Maxwell finally realized something.That in every career he ever chose, one thing was prevalent, helping people. At first it began as an act of revenge against the people that killed his grand father, but then along the way he met amazing people, in amazing circumstances that helped shaped his life and shift his focus.Sure he could have realized these things without the deaths and immense pain and hurt that came with it, but he was grateful for it all. Not many people had the privilege of being as successful or comfortable as he was early in life. Plus
*Edited Breanna's POV "Go home Breanna!." Ada shouted, pulling the large clear bag from her hand to drop it by a pile of other identical bags in the warehouse. "Ada!." Breanna cried, staring at her now empty hands. "Don't give me that look, you need to go pack." "We still have to sort out a whole truck of gift bags for the volunteers, there is so much to do." Breanna moved past her quickly, grabbing a cardboard box with random things sticking out of it. "We've got this, you have a flight in six hours, Breanna." Ada dropped the Ipad in her hand on the table to pack her sultry ginger hair into a bun. "Me, Wendy, O, and the girls have got this, all you have to do is go collect more money to keep this going." She pointed round the huge space. Standing in the middle of a large mess of stuff tossed everywhere, Breanna heaved. After the just concluded Africa outreach, they were left with hundred and thousands of gift wrapping and souvenir hand-outs to the volunteers that helped from
Maxwell's POV Three years later. Maxwell dropped to a squat, breathing heavily as he stopped before the huge statue in the middle of Grand park. Sweat trickled down his chest, soaking through the spandex material of his shirt. Bear caught up with him barely a second later and he smiled, scratching the dog behind his ears as reward. He checked the watch on his hand to stop, the timer with a grin. Beating his own record the third time in a row again in the month. After catching his breath a second longer, he called for Bear and they began their run back to the gym. After everything went to ruin three years ago, he quit his job with the University and with the CIA. He took his time to himself and finally handled all his issues with anger and the hurt he had bottled up for years, this time he didn't spiral out of control. He didn't know much about Breanna's whereabouts but he knew she wasn't missing or in any danger, that much was good enough. A long work out and shower later, his pho
*Edited Breanna's POV A month later. ( Right after Don's arrest not after Ma's two months, if that makes sense. ) "Thank you so much Dean Hansen." Breanna smiled as she shook his hand. He gave her a curt nod once and returned her smile as she left his office. Kenzie caught up just her just as she exited the building, teary eyed. Without a word, she pulled her into a hug. Breanna laughed. "I'm going to miss you so much." "I'm not leaving the earth Kenzie." Kenzie was about to retort when the sound of Jessica honking her horn interrupted them. "That's my ride." Breanna said to her friend. They already had a girls night and said their goodbyes because Cece was travelling with her boyfriend. So naturally, Breanna didn't prepare for another emotional farewell. "Call me once your plane lands okay?." Kenzie said, releasing her from the hug. Breanna nodded. "I said I wasn't going to cry." Kenzie cursed, wiping the corner of her eyes with her fingers. "Kenzie…" Breanna hugged her aga
*Edited Maxwell's POV Maxwell took a much needed two months leave from the university, his bullet wounds almost turned lethal because he ignored it for too long. But between making sure Breanna was okay and all the court shindig, he barely had any time for himself. Breanna relatively stayed away from him, and he couldn't blame her. She didn't return his calls, and was never home or at work every time he went looking. Her friends also did a good job at hiding her. Petra decided to become professional for once in her life and threatened to get a restricting order on him if he dropped by the clinic again. Martha also said Petra refused tell her anything when she asked. And Jessica who would have been of help, quit her job once again and left Lake Side. He later found out Breanna dropped all her psychology courses weeks after being discharged from the hospital, the Dean had called to ask him why one of his most promising students decided to drop all her courses. He stuttered all throug
*Edited Maxwell's POV Maxwell jerked awake, a grunt leaving his dry chapped lips as pain shot through his sides. He heaved a sigh of relief as his eyes found Breanna asleep on the hospital bed. Breanna had been right about the Bee factory, her tip was enough for the police to track the phone's IP adddress. He was not supposed to be there, it went against every work ethic, but there was no option of not going. It was not possible. Steve had to stow him away in the van of the CIA officers convoy on the condition that he stayed in the car and not interfere because his dad had talked to the DO to make sure he stay at home. Tech guy Zayn, as they called him now, was quick to find the previous owners of the factory since it had been sold about ten times over the years. The previous owners give them the original blueprint of the bee factory and access to CCTV footage of the bee factory of cameras that were still working anyways, in under 30 minutes. Perks of working with the CIA and Loca