A/N: People, I am now giving you the opportunity to hate me as you've never hate anyone before. Please, I beg of you.

Chapter 17

Max POV

After the most embarrassing Fourth of July I have ever had, Fang said we should take some kind of a vacation. I asked everyone where we were going, but not one even answered me.

Only Angel gave some clues.

"Just pack enough clothes for ten days. No long-sleeved shirts. Bring some bikinis too. And flip-flops."

Sounds like we're going to some place with tropical climate.

So I did pack some clothes. And they all fit in my favorite suitcase.

Like I said, Fang's family is rich. Rich, rich, rich. Multi-millionaire. I kinda assumed we were going to take public transportation. (i.e. a bus or a taxi or a train or a car or a plane.) But, like always, we took their family's private jet.

What is it with these rich people? Is a private jet that important?

It was actually my first time to get on a private jet.

When I ascended those stairs and saw the inside, I almost died in awe and shock.

Everything inside the jet was shining and sparkling and because of them, I almost lost my sight.

Once you enter the jet, the first thing you see is this huge white leather sofa that I estimate 10 people can fit on it. On top of the sofa is a thirty-inch flat screen TV.

To the right of me is a set of stairs. Hardwood. That means there's a second level.

Since I was the first one to get in the jet, I walked around with a gaping mouth. My hands went all over the seats (read: leather.), tables (read: marble.), and even the bathroom! Can you believe that?

I opened the door to the bathroom and I fainted. Not entirely because Fang was right behind me to catch me just in time.

I tried to speak, but because of the luxury and elegance projected in front of me, it was hard to speak.

Just looking at the silver toilet seat is making me hard to speak.

"What do you think?" Fang asked me while holding me upright.

My eyes roamed around the bathroom. A nude-colored shower curtain covered the white bathtub; a five-foot mirror without any scratches hung up on the mosaic picture of a sunset; gold faucets and a white marble sink completed the extravagant bathroom.

Instead of answering Fang- I absolutely have a lot of things to tell him- I fainted.

"She's not waking up! I told you so! This is all your fault, Fang!"

"Of course she's gonna wake up. And Angel, stop choking Fang."

"It's his fault!"

"No, Angel. Stop blaming him. She probably fainted from all of this."

"I agree with Iggy."

"Stay out of this, Fang! AHHH!"

"Iggy! Hel-"

I opened my eyes and sat up. My eyes suddenly fixed on Angel strangling Fang and the latter was turning blue.

"Holy shit! Angel!" I got off the bed and pried Angel's chubby fingers off Fang's slender neck. Wait, there's a bed? "Are you trying to kill him?" I turned to Fang. "Are you OK?" Fang nodded.

"It's Fang's fault for making Max faint. Look! She's over. . ." Her voice trailed off while she slowly stared at me. "Here helping Fang. Max!" Angel's arms went around me into a deadly bear hug.

Because of Angel's pushing, I collapsed on top of Fang on my back.

"Angel! I terribly low in oxygen right now!"

Angel's arms loosen but didn't let go. "I'm sorry. We all thought you were dead."

"I didn't," said the deep voice from beneath me.

"Shit! Angel, get off. I'm crushing Fang."

Angel got off and skipped upstairs. This plane has a second level!

I carefully removed myself off Fang and sat on the floor. I got on my knees and looked at Fang.

"Are you OK?" I repeated, worried.

Fang nodded and pounded his chest. "I can't believe you weigh that much."

Did he just call me fat? "I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that. Where's the fridge?"

"Upstairs. You don't have to get me water. I'm fine."

"Shut up. And don't lie. You're already choking." I found an open water bottle. I handed it to Fang. "Here. Drink this."

"But Iggy already-"

"Just drink it. Water's water. You don't waste it."

"But-"

"NO BUTS! JUST DRINK THE FREAKIN' WATER!"

Fang reeled back. He gulped down the water in two gulps. "See? I don't lie. At least I know what my body wants."

Fang mumbled something below his breath.

"What? Did you say something?"

"No, nothing."

"You said something." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"No, I didn't."

"Yeah, you did. You mumbled. That means you said something!"

Fang slapped his face. "Stop asking! I didn't say anything!"

"I'll get it out of you soon!"

Fang mumbled something again.

"See? You clearly said something! You said something!"

"It's just your imagination."

"It is not!"

"Stop asking stupid questions."

"Don't tell me what to do!"

"I'm your boss! And I tell you to stop!"

"No! I won't stop until you tell me what you mum-" Fang choked a napkin on my mouth. I spat it out. "I will get it out of you even if it will be the last thing I'll ever do."

"No, it won't."

Day 1

Just as I thought.

We are going to some place with a tropical climate.

Like Hawaii!

I've never been to Hawaii. It's my first time. And we are going to stay here for ten days! Fun!

NOT.

"I thought this was a vacation! I have to work?" I boomingly asked Fang.

"At least you don't have to do any chores." Fang half-smirked at me.

I frowned at him. "For ten days? I'll work for ten days?"

Fang nodded. "Like usual. Maid-slash-angel. She's there now."

I pulled my suitcase and attempted to ignore the annoying grin plastered on his unfortunately handsome face.

"Angel! Where are you going?"

"I'm waiting for the limo! Where the heck is it?"

"Wait. Limo?"

"Yeah. Didn't Fang told you?"

"No, he didn't."

"Ooh! There it is! Nick! Nick!" Angel waved at the black limo parking in front of us. The driver- Nick- got out and opened the door for Angel. "Nick! I haven't seen you in a long time!"

"You too, Angel." Nick looked at me. "You are?"

"Oh. I'm her maid-slash-nanny, Max. Nice to meet you." I shook hands with Nick. I forgot to let go.

Nick smiled at me. He has such a cute smile. Angel- from the inside- cleared her throat. We let go of our hands and Nick went back to the driver's side.

I felt a hand on my back.

"Get in."

I craned my neck over my shoulder. "What's up with you?"

"Get in." Fang repeated with the same cold voice.

"I am! You don't have to push, you know."

I sat next to Angel and Fang sat next to me. As soon as Iggy and Gazzy got in, Fang immediately closed the door and looked out.

Iggy and Gazzy strapped on their seatbelts.

"Whoa. The atmosphere sure is suffocating me."

"I definitely agree, Gazzy."

Day 3

They call this a small villa?

They call this football field a tiny villa?

Are rich people always like this?

"This is small?" I asked to nobody in particular when I got off that limo.

"The same exact question that I asked to myself." Nick said, carrying my suitcase.

"I'll take that," I took my suitcase from him. "Are you staying here?"

"Yeah. Where will I stay if I didn't stay here?"

"A hotel?"

Nick rose his eyebrows. "We're in Hawaii. Everything is pretty expensive."

"Oh. That crosses out my plans to buy some souvenirs then."

Nick smiled. I smiled back. Fang ruined the moment.

"Max! Angel needs you."

I turned to Nick. "Sorry. My job's calling out to me. See you around?"

"Sure."

I went past through Fang with a sneer on my face.

"Where is she?"

"In her room."

That pretty much summed up the first moment I saw their so-called small villa.

I started out Day 3 with a huge smile on my face. Fang was nowhere to be found and Iggy was making his world famous bacon.

"Oh, Iggy. This is so good. . ."

"Says the girl who said my specialty is deadly."

"It is!"

"Then why aren't you dead yet?"

"I don't know. I'm probably immuned to them."

"You're officially a part of this family!" Iggy slapped my back. "Welcome, Max!"

I slapped his back. "Ow! That hurt! Ow, ow, ow! It burns!"

"Don't ever do that to me, Iggy."

"Noted! Give me an ice pack!"

"Where is it?"

"The garage? DUH! THE FREEZER!"

I opened the freezer and tossed him the ice pack. I rubbed his shoulders. "I'm sorry."

"It's OK. I'm fine. Except that maybe there's a permanent imprint of your hand on my back."

"I'm sorry," I repeated. Angel came barging in the kitchen.

"MAX! GUESS WHAT?"

"What? I'm helping your brother here."

"WE'RE GOING TO THE BEACH!"

"WHAT?"

I almost killed Iggy with my bare hands because I was choking him.

A/N: RnR? Day 3-10 will be said on Fang's POV in the next chapter.