Kezef lets out a long sigh after he’d texted Max. He never deleted her number, even after she said to loose it. It was simply something he couldn’t do. Kezef never really wanted to let go of Max and it was actually pretty sad. She had changed him so much as a person and he was so afraid of actually losing someone he loved. The photographer was a serial romancer and such a playboy, he had accepted the fact that he’d never have a long steady relationship with anyone. Until he met Max. He can clearly recall how they had met, at a cafe in line waiting for their turn to place an order. He was so struck by her beauty that he had to have her behind his camera, the world needed to see this gorgeous woman. Her attitude and snarky personality made it even better. He also couldn’t forget the sex. Jesus, sex with Max was mindblowing every time. While he wasn’t exactly everything she wanted in a sexual partner, she loved to be dominated but Kezef was more gentle around women, they were both so in tune with each other’s wants that they were always satisfied by the end of the night.
However, once he tried to start taking things more seriously with her, she started to drift away. She didn’t want a relationship, she’d been trying to get over her last one. Max was young, at least half his age, and her solution to getting over heartbreak was to just have sex and take things lightly, focus on school and trying to find a better job. Kezef could offer that, but he found he wasn’t fond of sharing her. Hell, he had a hard time sharing her when they were in Saint Barthélemy with Donovan (a good friend of his). Regardless, things went horrible on the island with Max and prompted them to end their relationship, if you could even call it that. Kezef was more of her sugar daddy and friend with benefits than anything. He loved to spoil the girl and watch her put on designer clothes that she thought she’d never be able to afford. She was honestly happy with Kezef around but he had to go and fuck it up by developing feelings.
Receiving the text from Max truely took him by surprise. He thought she’d ignore it and go on about her life. Despite how short the reply was, Kezef was excited that she was willing to just talk to him. They needed to sort this out, he couldn’t handle how they’d left things. Kezef was still at the studio and going through the proofs of the photoshoot he had earlier today. His assistants had all left for the day and he was the only one there. Light jazz music played in the background as he went through the photos with a red marker, marking each photo that needed small adjustments in lighting or ones he just didn’t like. As usual, he was nicely dressed despite that he had no where to go. Well, unless Max wanted to have dinner, then he’d be appropriately dressed. Hearing the knock on his office door, Kezef’s heart pounds in his chest as he caps the marker and gets up to open the door. She was very prompt in her arrival, he didn’t think she’d get here so soon.
With a held breath, he opens the door and looks at Max. A small smile makes its way onto his lips as he sees how she’s dressed. Still gorgeous as always with a look that could kill. She didn’t seem too happy to be here, then again, she did have resting bitch face. Swallowing hard, he steps to the side to let her in.
"Thank you for replying to my text.“ He says softly. "I wasn’t too sure if you’d even read it.” Kezef moves back to his desk, leaning on the edge of it and crossing his arms over his chest. The Frenchman then gestures for her to sit where ever she liked. “I do hope you’ve been alright. I did my best to keep my distance as much as possible, but as you know, I’m an impatient man.” Kezef chuckles lightly. “But really, Max, how are you?”
Max's jaw tightened as she waited. She didn't realize how painful it was going to be until she was standing there. She wasn't nervous to see Kezef, but she was sure as hell nervous about how it would make her feel. All she wanted in St. Barts was to spend time with Kezef, but instead she ended up getting babysat by Donovan while the other man worked. She didn't have a terrible time, she just spent it with the wrong people.
When the door opened, Max was floored all over again Kezef looked amazing. His business suits were her weakness and she was sure he knew that. Stepping into the familiar apartment, she shrugged off her coat but kept her heels on, not wanting to seem too comfortable. "I'm generally not one to ignore things," she said as she walked inside. Reluctantly, she took a seat on the couch, usually uncomfortable with sitting below men, but she could tell Kezef wasn't entirely confident in this situation either. She could see a slight weakness in his eyes that gave her the hope that he didn't have the upper hand, whatever that was.
"I'm great," Max said with an expression that didn't support her words. Honestly, she'd just been the same sad sack of depression she was before she met Kezef. Her job made her feel numb, and the rest was all mechanical. School, work. School, work. Sometimes sleeping, sometimes eating. It was starting to feel like actual insanity. She casually crossed her legs, "I assume you're not exactly the same if you felt lonely enough to text me."