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“a pity drink?” mila repeated, left eyebrow raised at the choice of words. “respect me,” she sternly stated, eyes meeting his. maxwell probably already knew how proud the young woman was. so, naturally, she wouldn’t let anyone and especially not a lennox disrespect her like that. “so if anyone asks, just say it’s none of their business, yeah?” she continued as she placed her brand new dior purse on the dirty counter next to her. it was almost painful to watch such an expensive item tainted by filth. but she took a mental note of asking the maid to clean it for her once she’d go back home. “you know, maxwell. if you’re so tired of listening to me flirt with these people, maybe you should leave. i’m sure you can find a place that will welcome you. there’s a dumpster in the back, you should go and check it out, i’m sure you’ll love it there.”
respect. as velvety lips formed the word — maxwell watched as her demeanor changed. the command was strict. growing up, it was all about demanding respect. the golden rule of treating people the way you’d like to be treated was not once counseled, which made for a poorly behaved, spoiled prick. so while he never took kindly to being told what to do, a twitch at the corner of his lips molded into a reverent grin. it wasn’t every day that somebody stood up to him. perhaps that was why he enjoyed mila’s company from time to time. even if he’d never outwardly admit it. “ feisty today, are we? ” a visible cringe crossed hardened features as she placed the purse onto the slimy bartop. “ solid burn — been sitting on that one for a while, yeah? fortunately for you i’ve been buzzed for about 48 hours which makes me emotionally indestructible. besides, can’t leave now. i’m already invested into pestering you for the night.”













