Valentine Kiss

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The most cenzural description of Maxwell i can think of right now it's :cuss: ( i guess it's not good enough 🍅)... And I just realized that i can be "uncenzural" in polish and no one will know :naughty: :remember for future reference: :devil: :angelnot:
Anyway he's one big :error: Hopefully he's your next
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At least now Syd won't want to have anything to do with him :tvhorror: . Not at all 🐟.
And poor Vaughn :hug:. He HAVE TO ( :wish: ) believe that she realy wanted to go with him. Stupid
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Maxwell ( and i'm usually not a violent person :sigh: )
 
Sorry Maxwell, but you can't force someone to work after hours. It's against the law. And if Sydney caves into it, then it shows she's easily intimidated and dominated

Thanks for the PM.

Chris
 
Thanks so much for the Reviews. ;)
i really love reading them. :love:

and Aly. . .
holy. . . I just checked out that site. . .Those emoticons are awesome!
Thanks so much for the link!
 
hahaha, i love eric. :lol:
ugh... but i hate maxwell, god he's such a creep.
great update sweetie :hug:
thanks for the pm.
can't wait to see what happens next.

~Kay ^_^
 
Maxwell is an asshole...
Sydney needs to tell him no...If she wants to organize the files in the basement fine, but only during business hours...
I would tell Maxwell to go to hell...
Great update...
Thanks for the pm.
 
Maxwell is a... well, I'm not sure I can really say what he is on this site... but he's one anyway. :lol:

Sydney better not diss Vaugh :thinking: Despite Vaughn's stalker-ish habits, he's much better news than Maxwell. Besides, Vaughn's hot, so who wouldn't choose him ;)

Thanks for the latest mate!
 
gr8 update :smiley:
messege to nadiasantosfan's brain Must kill maxwell, must kill maxwell, must kill maxwell
in english: :bond: :disspam: :missing: :wanted: :blowup: :sniper: :tourch: :spamlaser: :starwars: :abduct:
and yea Pm pity please with cherries on top :D mmmmm cherries
 
hope you enjoy!

Part eight

'Well this cant get any much worse. . Can it?'
Sydney thought depressedly as looked around the around the old musty stock room.
The drawers were nearly bursting open with old and ancient junk paperwork. .
Paperwork that she had to sort out tonight.
While Micheal was at the party.
She was barely able to stifle the urge to cry when suddenly the door of the little cramped room, popped open.
Sydney nearly jumped in shock as Maxwell spoke.
"Sydney. . ." he began his voice unusually warm.
Sydney couldnt help but feel hopeful.
Maybe he was going to let her go. . .
Tell her that it was okay and she could leave for the night?
"Hey Max. . .Are you off to somewhere?" she asked bitterly as she saw the leather briefcase in his hand.
He smiled evenly at her.
"Yes. Actually to have dinner with some friends. " he said casually.
She just stared at him, expectantly.
She could tell there was a punchline somewhere there. .
A good one she hoped.
However much to her immense disappointment, he turned on his heel and headed for the door.
"Enjoy your evening . . Sydney." he called out.
Unable to take it anymore, she howled in anger and picked up the nearest file, and flung it at him with all her might.
He easily ducked and walked out laughing at the top of his lungs.
"Serves you right for cheating on me. . . Sydney" he murmured in too low a voice for her to hear.

Sydney glared as the door closed on her face.
Shutting her eyes, she sank to the hard cold tile floor, feeling utterly miserable.
Eventually after sitting there for a while and feeling sorry for herself, she pulled out her mobile.
She still hadnt informed Micheal that she wouldnt be able to make it.
She had so busy praying for a miracle but now only did she realised how wrong it was to at least tell Micheal why she wasnt home. . .
And anyway. . .Maybe hearing his soothing voice would cheer her up?
* * *
Micheal sat in his Car, staring blankly at Sydney's darkened apartment window.
He had been sitting here for over an hour and he was seriously beginning to wonder why fate was playing this creul joke on him.
Had he heard her right?
Or was he such a loser in Sydney's eyes that she had decided to play this practical joke on him?
He started questioning himself.
What was he even thinking, he had a chance with someone as beautiful and Smart as Syd?
He sighed heavily then as his mobile rang.
It was probably Eric calling to find out why he was late to the party.
A part of him didnt even want to answer that darn phone. . .
However when he saw a strange number flash across the screen he answered it.
"Micheal." he snapped briskly.
"Oh Micheal. . ." Sydney's voice sounded near tears.
"Syd!?" Micheal nearly choked on his words as he clutched the phone tighter.
"Oh God. . Im so sorry i didnt tell you sooner. . .
But my boss has ordered me to work late. . ." she sniffled.
"Your Boss?" Micheal felt his temperature rise dangerously.
"Yes. . .Maxwell. . .The bastard is forcing me to work late by threatening my job." Sydney sounded bitter.
Micheal exhaled slowly as he gently massaged his temples.
"Surely he cant do that. . .
Its insane for you to work at this hour!" Micheal exclaimed.
Sydney sighed heavily.
"Oh believe me. . He has the power to fire me. . .
And thats really all that counts."
"The son of a bitch. . ." Micheal seethed as he pictured that arrogant creep ordering Sydney around as if she was his slave. . .
"And whats more. . .
I think he was the one who gave the police the tip of last night, so that they could tow my car." Sydney confided.
Micheal was beginning to see red.
"What the heck. . .Who does he think he is?
The italian mafia!" he muttered in disbelief as he pictured strangling the arrogant creep. . .

"Micheal . I dont think i can make it to that party tonight." Sydney sniffled.
Micheal shook his head.
"Syd screw the party. It really isnt important. Im coming over to help you." Micheal decided.
"Really? You mean. . Come here?" she asked stunned.
"If thats okay with you. . I mean. . " Micheal quickly backtracked.
The last thing he needed was for her to think he was being to pushy.
"No! Thats really not what i meant. . I mean i would love it if you came." Sydney quickly corrected.
"Okay then. . I'll see you in. . ." he glanced at his wrist watch.
"Ten minutes? Okay?"
"Yeah. That would be great." Sydney smiled already feeling better.
"See you then. . ." he said and then hung up.
He tossed his mobile onto the seat and started the car.
He drove down her road as he made his way to Kensington, the area where Typress was situated.
He was just about two miles away when he had to slow because they was a car broken down on the road, blocking his way.
Muttering under his breath, Micheal stopped his car and got out.
He approached the broken down car his brows raised in surprise as he noted the make of the car.
It was a sleek black mercedes coupe which so new, like it had just been driven out of a cardealer ship.
There was a well dressed man standing over the bonnet and staring in.
"

"So uh. . .Is anything wrong?" Micheal called out and the guy straightened up, his long trench coat flapping in the icy breeze.
"Yes. . My car wont start. . " he said smiling an oily grin at Micheal.
Micheal froze in his tracks.
There stood Maxwell Turner in all his glory. . .
And of course a broken down car.
'Well Well Well. . .Small world.' Micheal thought his eyes narrowing.
He cautiously walked up to Maxwell, his mind whirling with an idea.
"Can i possibly help you Sir?" he asked knowing just how a guy like Maxwell would love being respected like that.
"Oh yes. . Im sure you must have experience in fixing cars?" Maxwell asked as he glanced at Micheal's Ford Mondeo.
'Typical asshole. . .Just because im not driving a Million dollar car, now that suddenly, automatically turns me into a mechanic.' Micheal thought as he struggled to keep a smile on his face.
"Sure. . " Micheal slowly walked forward and leaned in and began to inspect the Inside of his bonnet.
After about five minutes of pottering around, Maxwell shifted and leaned over him.
"How long is this going to take you?" Maxwell asked inpatiently as if Micheal owed him something.
"A few. . " Micheal began but Maxwell cut him off.
"As it is i am so late for my date. God . .Cant you be a little faster?" he snapped.
Micheal froze, his fingers resting lightly on the engine of the car.
'He has a date!?' Micheal thought stunned.
What a total obnoxious two timing creep. . . .
If he had any misgivings about what he was going to do, they immediately disappeared now at this revalation.
Maxwell had actually the audacity to leave Syd stranded and working, while he had a Date?!
Micheal quickly stepped away from the car and fixed Maxwell with a blinding smile.

"All fixed up." he announced cheerfully.
Maxwell rolled his eyes heavenward.
"Well thank god. I cant keep Sharon waiting all night. . ."
Micheal clenched his teeth as he struggled to hold his temper in check.
"You just need to give the car about five minutes to cool of. . .
Then you'll be rearing to go."
he completed.
Maxwell nodded and then muttered almost to himself.
"After Sharon, i should probably check on Sydney. . ."
Micheal raised his eyebrows at this information.
'So. . The dirty rascal wants to make sure Syd is doing her job?
Well. . .We'll see about that. . .' he mused to himself.
"Well. . I'll get going. . ." Micheal smiled as he walked up to his own car.
Maxwell didnt even bother replying, or for that matter, thanking Micheal for his time.
No. Instead his head was buried in his PDA as he was probably checking his rather busy calender.
Micheal whistled a tune under his breath as he got into his car and drove off.
He couldnt believe what he had just done. . .
Instead of fixing Maxwell's car, he had tampered with it so that i wouldnt work. . .
No instead it would have to get towed away.
'Poetic justice. . ' Micheal thought as he remembered what Maxwell had done to Syd's car.
He tried to quell the guilty feeling in his chest. . .
He wasnt sure if he had ever done anything this Bad before in his life. . .
'Its so worth it. . ' Micheal decided as he put his foot down on the accelerator.
It was all worth it. .
Just for Sydney. . .
He glanced at his wrist watch and realised he was late. . .
She was probably wondering where he was. . .
A wicked smile touched his lips, as it occured to him that while Maxwell would be stuck out on the highway with a broken down car. . .
He would be with Sydney.
His lips twisted and he shook his head.
'Well too bad Maxwell. . .
You lost out. . .'
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