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Fang Nicols is the guy EVERYONE wants to know, and Maximum Ride is a girl desperate to finally move away from home. Max is practically the ONLY girl who doesn't know who Fang is and as a last resort, she applies for the job of The Nanny. At their first encounter something not far off the claiming of hearts is kindled. But can their love survive the harsh reality of being a billionaire's son and the scenarios that can come with too much authority?
Hey all!
I just finished reading Only the Good Spy Young. (Gallagher Girls 4) It was so good! But I hated the cliffhanger ending.
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Here is the much awaited chapter...
I peeked a look at Fang. He looked seriously angry touched with a bit of confusion.
"May I have this dance, Maxie?" Christopher held out his hand. His breath was tinged with wine. "Hey waiter! Can I have a glass of red over here?" he yelled over to where a man was carrying a tray with glasses of wine.
"Make that two." Fang added. Christopher's head whipped around to face Fang, an amused smile on his lips. He looked thoughtful then his features cleared again.
"How about that dance, Maxie?" Christopher persisted. I studied Fang's reaction but he had his poker face on.
"I don't really feel like dancing, Chris."
Christopher's face hardened and he grabbed my arm roughly. "Do you want to dance with your rich boy then?" he hissed in my ear. I could feel the uneasy looks Chris was receiving from the people surrounding us. I didn't answer. His behaviour was scaring me a little. He was usually extremely sweet, caring and kind. Perhaps it was the effect of too much alcohol, or maybe it was his permanent attitude now, and since I hadn't seen him for a few months (due to a BIG holiday and work) I hadn't met the new him.
The waiter from before handed Fang and Chris both the requested glasses of red wine.
"Thankyou," said Fang absently, looking miles away. Chris just grunted. Fearing Chris would go overboard with the drinks, I snatched Chris' wine glass and put it on a tray lying on a table, but not before he managed to down half of it in one quick gulp. I towed him towards the centre of the floor. He stumbled around a bit, treading on my feet for a change. At the end of the song, he staggered over to where Fang sat by himself.
"Hello rich boy. Do you still want to dance with my Maxie?" Chris slurred. Fang searched my face, all earlier emotions erased, then at Christopher's. He stayed silent, wondering what Chris was getting at.
"Well, tell you what. I'll drink you for her. Whoever can down the most wine without going tipsy wins." This was NOT going to end well. "May the best man win- me."
"Come on, Fang. Let's get Ella and go home." I pleaded, very aware of the glare I was getting from my boyfriend. Fang smiled at Christopher, not exactly genuine, and ignored me. Uh! This was a most un-Fang like thing to do; drink til drunk.
"Guys, please! This is a ballroom dance, for Christ's sake! NOT a pub."
"Don't worry, Maxie." I was going to punch Chris if he didn't stop using that name he knew I hated.
"We'll be quiet, Max." Fang promised.
I put my head in my hands. Oh, Jeez. This was so going to come back and bite me in the butt later. (I just love that expression!)
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5 glasses of wine each later, Ella and I helped out a drunken Fang and Christopher into the cool, crisp midnight air. I must note that they both aren't very good drinkers and neither could've drunk to save my life. Ella hailed the first cab and I payed the fare to Christopher's house for him. "Will you dance with me, Maxie?" Chris asked, barely coherent. "I did win, didn't I?"
I gently patted his head. "You and Fang both lost. Besides, I don't think you could dance in this state. Goodnight." Christopher frowned but he was so gone it almost looked cute. I nodded to the driver and closed the door. We watched until the cab's lights disappeared into the dark night.
"Let's get you home." I said to Fang. Ella helped me secure another taxi. We shared Fang's weight and got him into the back seat. Ella slid in next to him and spoke in a low, soothing tone. I hopped in the front and the driver asked for the address. I noticed the way he looked me up and down, eyes raking my body. It was sort of creepy.
"Uh, the Nicols' mansion. 75 Wil-"
"Yeah, yeah, Missy. I know the place." The driver interrupted. Well, excuse me!
"And pronto." I added, partly because Fang looked like he was about to be sick and partly because, well, I really wanted to get as far away from the driver and his taxi as possible.
The driver 'Rico' attempted small talk. "You're a all dressed up pretty there, lass. Been out dancing?"
"Yep." How's that for conversation?
"I haven't seen you around. Why are you with them Nicols kids then, hey?" he tried again, getting on my nerves.
"I work for them." I responded, using every ounce of pure Maximumness to control the urge to insult and threaten him.
Relief flooded through me at the sight of the familiar black looming gate of my new home. I slapped down a $20 note into he driver's hand. "Keep the change." I helped Ella out first, then we both helped Fang stumble along to his bedroom.
"Ella, go sleep. I'll deal with this." I instructed. Ella obliged, throwing me a curious glance, which then fell to her brother. I knew I couldn't get him up the stairs so I sat him on a chair in the kitchen.
I filled a glass with water and placed it in front of Fang. He sloshed some of it down his shirt but drank most of it. I refilled the glass and watched as he swallowed it just as fast. Trust me, I knew what dehydration felt like, though I couldn't say why Fang was low on fluids, having just drunk all that wine. He must have been real parched. I heard cautious tiptoes coming my way. I looked up to fins Angel all dressed up trying to sneak past me. I took in all the make-up, curled hair, fancy purse and sparkly high heels suspiciously.
"You look beauuutiful." Fang slurred. Angel blushed.
"Where have you been, young lady?" I demanded.
Angel looked at me, then at the cup in Fang's hand, then at Fang. She put on a horrified expression. "Oh My God! What did you do to him? You drugged him!" Angel yelled. I rolled my eyes.
"Cut the dramatics, Ange. He's drunk and that's WATER." Suddenly, I realised what she'd been trying to do. "Angel! Don't you dare change the subject." I growled. She ducked her head sheepishly. I tapped my foot impatiently and it ran all around the room.
Angel heaved a big sigh. "I went out to a party." I raised my eyebrows. Clearly, she didn't just go. "Fine! I snuck out to a party. All my friends were there too. Except, Ella. Duh. The host was the second most adorable guy on the planet! He's really popular at school and we even danced! Anyway, I went and now I'm back." She explained.
"Angel, if you want to go out to parties, let Mrs. Todds know first. Or me. Besides, then you can turn up in a limo!" I added, trying to make it appealing. Angel nodded. Was I the best sister or what? Course, I wouldn't let her off but for now, it was cool.
"Deal." Angel waved at Fang- um, excuse me?- and walked back to her room.
I pulled Fang up and dragged him into my favourite lounge room. Favourite because of the antique fireplace and all the soft, colourful cushions. I spread out all the cushions on the floor and dropped Fang onto them, none too gently. Oops! He shifted into a comfortable spot and lay there with his arms behind his head, starting at the ceiling. "Um, Fang?"
"Mmm…Hmm?"
"Aren't you cold?" I went to grab his blankets off his bed. The Fang smell of his doona engulfed me. God, it smelt so strongly of him. I didn't even know Fang had a smell. But the scary part was, it smelt kinda…good. Nice, intoxicating, Fangish, etc.
I tossed the thick cover onto Fang and went to my own bedroom to catch some shut-eye. AKA: sleep.
"I have this awful hangover. Max, what exactly happened last night?" Fang asked me in the morning.
"Uh, you like, got drunk?"
"Are you asking a question or stating a statement."
"Uh, stating a statement?" I replied, phrasing it like a question and making the end of the sentence a tone higher, just to tick him off. Fang growled playfully then groaned. He kneaded his temples in what looked like pain. He stalked out of the room to lie down or something. Nudge came in. Her usual serenity was broken and her face was a mix between concern, outrage and suspicion.
"Max?" She wanted to know. "What happened with Fang? I've only ever seen him like that a few times, long ago and that was when- wait, did he get drunk? I knew I should've come last night. You know, I should tell Father about this but I won't. This is your first chance. And, yeah, Max, I know it isn't your job to look after Fang but next time, stop him, okay? This is your only warning. Look, I…" I learned to drown out her ranting, just like I had with Ella and Angel.
Soo.. It's just a bit of rando fluff. I'm sorry to all you guys who wanted Max's guy to hanf around for awhile, I'm lilling him off soon so my real problem can make it's entrance!
Look, my 'rents are really mad for me being on the computer so I got to go NOW.
I have to do lots of reviews next week. Get ready to...hmm, insert word of choice. Next chappie had Fax and after that... (can't tell you but I love it!)
I shoould probably go. Terminated.
Peace out,
SallSall
P.S. EmberFilledMist, that was the first Nudge rant of many! LOL