Billionaire Playboy

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Maxwell POV 

I didn't even think of her getting feelings for me. I was going to offer an open relationship so we can be with other people. I can't deny that I like her, maybe not in that way, but she's smart, ambitious, and sexy as hell. That made the perfect idea pop into my mind. 

"What if I help you get on broadway? If that doesn't work, I can help you become an actress." Her mouth dropped open. I could see that I made her mad. "Who the f**k do you think I am? You can't buy my future. I worked so hard, and it wouldn't be the same if you got it for me."  She's impressive. I give her that. I looked out the window and sighed. "I am desperate at this point, Abby, and I am terrified of who my mother could pick. You are a good woman, and I'd rather spend my time through this with you." Her eyes softened. "You didn't even say anything about my question; what if I fall for you?

I don't think I've ever loved a woman. My last 'relationship' was when I was in high school, and I know I didn't love her. "We'll deal with it if it happens." Huffing and crossing her arms she looked lost in thought. 

After sitting there for another ten minutes, she rose her head and cleared her throat. "Fine, I'll do it." A smile stretched across my face. "Thank you; you have no idea what this means to me. You saved me." She laughed, and her body relaxed. "When does she want to meet your girlfriend?" That word seemed foreign, but for some reason, I liked it. "You are going to have to claim yourself as my girlfriend. It would be best if you didn't slip up. Do you want an open relationship?" Rolling her eyes, she took a sip of her coffee. 

"Wouldn't that be unwise? Wouldn't that look worse if you get caught with someone else when you have a girlfriend?" s**t, she is making sense. I can't be with other people. I am to look like I cleaned up my act. "Well, then, I agree. I guess we are in a committed relationship now. Don't get caught with someone else. Once we are public, they will be watching you as well." Her expression turned to anger again. "I don't do that; I'm not a slut. We are together now." 

We are together now. Those four words rattled me. We walked out of the cafe and out to my driver. She stopped and looked up at me. "I guess this is goodbye, for now, Max." She winked at me, and my stomach felt strange. Something came over me; I grabbed her by the waist and brushed my lips against hers. She wrapped her arms around my neck as we deepened the kiss. I pulled away, keeping us locked together. "I don't think I've ever publicly claimed someone like that." She laughs at me, still keeping her arms around my neck. "Well, this is a first for me too." 

I returned home feeling like a huge weight has been lifted. I feel so much more carefree than I did this morning. I am super bummed about my promiscuity being paused, but I am not marrying some unknown woman. Speak of the devil, my phone starts to ring, and I see it's my mother. 

"Ah, you picked up. I am having a get-together, just some friends. Come. Bring that girl of yours too."

"Hello, mother, if you wish. "

"Dress nice; it's tomorrow afternoon."

God f*****g damn it. This is going to be a horrible event for Abby. I know what she's doing. She's bringing mainly her female friends, and they will judge the f**k out of Abby. Unfortunately, I can't back out, or she'll believe it's fake. I quickly call Abby to give her the heads up. 

"Oh, hello there, my love." 

"Abby, tomorrow my moms having a get together and she wants you there."

"Max, we just agreed today. I'm terrified to meet your mother."

"I know, but we have to. She won't believe me if I don't."

"Ugh, whatever. What do you want me to do?"

"Dress nice, and I'll send my driver to pick you up in the morning. It's an afternoon thing, so I want you here." 

"I'll be ready. Bye, baby." 

"Really, I feel like you are enjoying this way too much. Goodbye, Abby."

I could hear her snickering to herself as she called me baby. Well, I guess one of us has to find fun in this. She knows I'm not used to this, and she loves it. 

I'm starting to grow impatient waiting for Abby to get here. I am worried about my mother and her friends. I wish I didn't have to put her in my mother's path. What the hell, why do I care? This is all fake, and I have no feelings for her. Taking me from my thoughts, my door opens, and Abby walks in wearing a white sundress. It's loose at the bottom but tight at the top with thick straps on her shoulders. It has a navy blue lace belt that matches her flats. She looks beautiful. 

"Wow, Abby, you're looking lovely." Her cheeks turn red, and she smiles. "You don't look too bad yourself, handsome." We both laugh. Abby really is making my life a bit easier with my mother. I can't wait to get this thing over with. My mother's going to poke and prod for as long as she has me there. "Are you ready for this? It's going to be eventful." She takes my hand and tangles her fingers in mine. "I am as ready as I'll ever be."