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I didn’t think that was the correct description for
Maddox. He was anything but sweet.
“You need to leave. Now.”
He shook his head, his messy hair slowly coming undone
from his man bun. “Can’t. I like it here, and I like your
Gran. Your grandfather, though, he’s tough. No worries, I’ll
figure something out.”
I grabbed the box he was holding and slammed it back
on the ground. The storage room was starting to feel hot or
maybe my blood was just boiling.
“Damn, Sweet Cheeks. It’s too early for you to be this
angry. Are you always this grumpy?” Maddox mocked with
a rough laugh.
Yes, since you came into my life.
I stepped closer, lifting my chin up to meet his eyes.
“Listen, Maddox,” I said, stabbing a finger into his chest.
“This is not a joke. You have a problem with me, then it’s
only me. I don’t know what you want but don’t bring my
grandparents into this fight between us.”
Maddox leaned forward, getting into my face. The
laughter was gone, and his face was a blank canvas, devoid
of any emotions. The change in him was so sudden,
confusion clouded my mind. “Why do you always think the
worst of me?”
I could’ve been fooled, but I knew better.
It was my turn to laugh; as fake as it was, I really was
amused by his question. “Probably because you’ve only
ever shown me the worst of you. If there was any good in
you, I would have seen it already. Too bad you’re only focus
is on being a douchebag.”
Maddox opened his mouth, probably to rebuke me, but I
was already turning away, ignoring anything else he had to
say. I lifted the box next to my feet and started organizing
the messy shelves. Inventory days were always crazy and
busy.