I'm not even a bit surprised to see a limousine waiting for us.
"You didn't have to show off," I say to him, as he closes the door behind him. He told me that Hailey went out with her Peter, and she asked him to deliver this message to me. And he also said that Hailey is hot. p*****t.
"Yes, I had to." That's it. This is his only reply great. The driver opens the door for me to squeeze in through but I'm stopped midway.
"What?" I ask Max curiously.
"You look beautiful," he compliments with complete honesty. I can see it in his deep blue eyes. His face softens a little and I see a normal 18 year old. Not an arrogant, control freak billionaire. But it's gone in seconds and the cocky Max is back.
My face flushes. "Thank you," I manage to reply.
The journey to the party was not that inter
