Max rolled over in bed reaching out for Zoe's warmth. Wiping the sleep from his eyes he sat up, resting against the headboard as the duvet pooled around his waist. After a fortnight of recovery he was finally back to his usual cheeky, charming self. Looking across the bedroom, he fixed his eyes on Zoe currently sat in her matching underwear at her dressing table, applying her makeup.

Noting him staring in the mirror, she smiled inwardly, feeling flattered but slightly self-conscious. "Stop watching me"

"I can't, you're too beautiful" he replied, his eyes twinkling as she beamed.

"Shut up and get up, or else you'll be walking to work" she said, running her hairbrush through her now straightened hair as she made her way to her wardrobe, pulling out her favourite dress. Feeling Max's gaze burning into her all the time.

"Zip me up" she ordered. Max knelt on the edge of the bed, zipping the zip on the back of Zoe's dress after kissing his way down her back. She turned to face him, resting her hands on his broad shoulders as he held her close by her hips.

"If you're not ready in ten minutes, you're walking" she said in a husky voice, "I can't be late again, the ice queen really will fire me"

"Surely five more minutes won't hurt" he teased, kissing her collar bones softly as he threatened to release the recently closed zip.

"Those five minutes will turn into ten, which will somehow eventually turn into an hour" Zoe said, pulling away from his lips but still trapped by his vice like hands. "I know you too well Max Walker"

"If you know me so well, you'll know the surprise I'm going to give you later"

Zoe frowned, "what surprise?"

"If I tell you, it wouldn't exactly be a surprise, would it?" He contradicted, leaping from the bed and into the bathroom, dodging Zoe's hands as she tried to swat him.

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"Are you going to tell me about this surprise yet or" Zoe groaned as she and Max walked hand in hand to the pub.

He chuckled lightly, "you'll find out soon enough." He pulled her closer momentarily, close enough to place a kiss on top of her head.

Opening the pub door, Zoe gasped slightly at the crowd of friends and colleagues, chorusing cheers as she entered, all holding a glass of champagne. Feeling extremely confused, she turned to face Max. Her eyes widening in realisation as he'd fallen to one knee.

"Oh no" she whispered, cursing to herself as glanced down at the diamond ring held in the leatherette coated box.

"Zoe Hanna, will you marry me?" Max announced, his heart racing. Her mouth opened but no words came out.

"No" a familiar voice answered for her, turning heads towards the doorway where the silhouette of a tall man stood. "She won't marry because she can't. She's already married"

naughty Zoe! Who's the mystery husband?! Apologies if this is short. Please review, would be lovely! xx