Max worked with Nicole but they still fought like crazy. Nicole didn't care though. All she cared about was finishing the piece. It had been three days since he'd started cooperating. It was nighttime Nicole and Max were working in her room.
"Are we fucking done yet?" Max asked annoyed.
"Almost." "Do you always have to be such a fucking jackass?"
"Bitch."
"Who's your favorite opponent?"
"Adam Cole."
"Ok." She turned off the recorder. "There we're done." "Now go fuck a groupie of yours or something."
"Since when do you care who I fuck?"
"I don't." "I prefer satisfying sex." "I'm guessing you wouldn't know anything about that."
"Really?" "My ex-girlfriends have never had any complaints."
"Keyword being ex-girlfriends." "Your groupies probably aren't much better." "Oh, MJF." She said in a mocking moaning tone. "Oh your wallet, is so good."
"You seem like you're an expert on faking it." "Is it hard for the bitch to get off?"
"Get the fuck out of my room."
"Gladly." He left slamming the door behind him.
The next afternoon Nicole walked by a wedding dress in a window display. She got tears in her eyes.
At nine o'clock that night Max was going back to his room. When he turned the corner he saw Nicole sitting on the floor in the hall.
"Christiansen, what the hell are you doing?" Max asked confused.
"I'm not in the mood for you right now."
"Are you drunk?"
"So what if I am."
"Why are you sitting on the floor?"
"My key isn't working."
Max noticed a hole in the left knee of Nicole's jeans and blood. "You're bleeding."
"I fell down in the parking lot."
He took her key out of her hand, unlocked the door and helped her up. They went into the room. He sat her on the couch and went into the bathroom. He got disinfectant and a bandage from the medicine cabinet. He went back into the living room and knelt down in front of her.
"I have to rip your jeans more to get to your knee." Max said. He ripped a larger hole. "This might sting." He put on the disinfectant.
"Ow!"
"I know Nicole, I'm sorry." He blew on it. "Better?"
"Yeah." "I want to lay down."
"Ok." He helped into the bedroom, sat her on the edge of the bed and took off her shoes.
"Thank you for helping me Max."
"You're welcome."
"You know, that beard you grew is really sexy." She kissed him. He kissed her back and laid her back on the bed. "Oh Max." She moaned as he kissed the side of her neck.
"Fuck, I can't." He thought. He broke the kiss.
"What?"
"I can't."
"Don't you want to show me how wrong I am about you in bed."
"You're drunk, it's not right."
"Come on, you've never taken advantage of a drunk girl?"
"I have, and I shouldn't have done it then either." "I want you to go to sleep." "I'm gonna sleep on your couch in case you need something."
"Ok."