Summary Liz and Max are friends. Max is engaged and Liz is locked in a bad relationship. Etc… I suck at summaries so just read damn book!!!
Elizabeth Wakefield sat on her bed in the master bedroom in her England home thinking about nothing in particular. She had just taken a bath and was wearing only a robe while she dried her long mane of blonde hair.
The alarm clock on her bedside table told her that it was time for bed. She would be going on tour tomorrow for her second book "Under the Crystal". A heartrending tale about a young girl's journey to womanhood and the trials she faces on that journey. The book had taken the number two spot on the Best-Sellers list, only because Elizabeth's first novella "Forgotten" was number one.
Through the open bathroom, Elizabeth could see her agent and current lover standing over the sink. Max Beets's masculine figure, dark hair and firm jaw line made him the kind of man who didn't have to earn his respect, the kind of man who silenced conversations as he walked into a room. The kind of man that made Elizabeth go weak at the knees. To bad this one didn't.
Elizabeth didn't hate max. She didn't have a reason to. But she could honestly say she didn't like him. Why he was living with her she really didn't know. It was risky business, she knew, getting involved with her agent, and she was no fool. She had worked hard to establish a name for herself and she wasn't about to let her entire career go down the drain over one man whom she didn't even love.
Yes, she had felt something for him at the beginning of the relationship. Hell, it could have been love for all she knew. But whatever it was, it had faded. Fast. She should have ended the relationship a long time ago, but she hadn't. And she knew why. She was scared.
Max was her agent. He was one of the reasons Elizabeth was where she was today. He wasn't sole reason and hardly the biggest, but he was a reason. And Right now she just wanted to concentrate on her writing. She already had two bestsellers on the market and she wanted to strike while the iron was still hot. If she ended things with max she would no doubt have to find a new agent and that could take months.
By the time she found one that wasn't completely incompetent the fire inside her would have already fizzled out and died. It would be months before she could write something worth the paper it was printed on.
But one thing was for sure; she couldn't go one like this. She had to do something about the relationship, and fast.
Elizabeth tried to suppress a grimace as Max came over to the bed and lay down next to her.
"So, do you feel better about going on tour now Liz?" he asked pulling her close. Earlier that day, during Elizabeth's book signing at the mall, she had been having some doubts about going on tour. Max had reassured her that it was a good idea and that she really had no choice because it would be career suicide if she didn't go on tour for her second book.
She had been given a break on her first book because she had just bought her house and was just getting settled. But this time she had no excuse.
"Actually, I do" She replied, "and at least I'll get to see my family."
Elizabeth's twin sister Jessica was already married and had recently given birth to a healthy baby girl named Emilee. She was an established fashion designer and had already brought out her own clothing line.
The twins hadn't seen each other in over three months and missed each other like crazy.
"Good," Max said, "Because I'm only happy when your happy." As Max's lips met hers, Elizabeth was once again disappointed in the fact that her body didn't respond in the way she wanted it to. Her heart didn't leap into her throat at his touch like it did when …Max…touched her.
I can't think of him! He's engaged Liz, HE IS ENGAGED! Her eyes flew open in panic but she didn't end the kiss.
Max Pennington was a man of Elizabeth's past. She had loved him like no other. he was the first man that she had ever truly fallen head-over-heals,-flat –on –her-face-would-do-anything-for-you in love with. She had given her innocence to the man for Christ's sake.
He had been engaged then. To an awful, awful creature who had been blackmailing him into marrying her. Lavinia Almost-Pennington.
Now Max was engaged again. Aimee Backer, daughter of Sir Frederick and Lady Olivia Backer of the Backer Estate. They had been engaged before Elizabeth had moved to England. That was after she had written her first book. It was almost a year ago, but for some reason the date of the wedding was always being pushed back.
Max's hands on Elizabeth's bare waist jolted her back to reality. The sly fox had un-belted her robe! As she pulled away she tried her best to keep the disgusted look off of her face—she was failing. But at least she had an excuse for not wanting to have sex with him. She knew it would anger him but it was an excuse all the same.
"I can't, right now, I'm seeing Max tonight." She said.
Max's expression darkened.
"That Pennington!" he spat. "He's a disgrace to Maxes everywhere."
"How can you say that and you've never even met him?" Elizabeth defended him.
"I don't need to meet him, you talk about him so much I feel like I already know him."
Elizabeth got up and went over to her closet. "Whatever" She muttered. She slipped into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, grabbed her bag off the table and left the room, acutely aware of Max's eyes following her.
(A:N) Hope you liked it. Do you think it's too long? I'll need at least five reviews to update or maybe I'll just get bored and update tomorrow. Thanx for reading.
