Forever With You, Lovely || Book II

Chapter 133

Forever With You, Lovely

Chapter 133

The next morning Max woke up at Carrie's house, grinning. "Morning," she giggled.

"Morning babe," he said, kissing her gently.

"Thanks for getting me drunk last night," she laughed.

"My pleasure," he chuckled, kissing her shoulder.

She smiled at him, cuddling into his chest. "What should we do today?" She asked.

"Let's have a date today," he said.

She smiled, "Where?"

"Let's go anywhere," he grinned.

"Can I have some specifics?" She laughed.

"Let's just take a drive and go somewhere. Do something spontaneous," Max said.

She nodded, getting dressed. He got dressed as well, taking her hand and bringing her out to his car, driving off. They drove around a bit until they saw a place that offered glow in the dark indoor minigolf. "Let's do it," he grinned, getting out of the car and running inside with her.

She laughed as he paid for them and they started. "This is amazing," Carrie grinned, kissing his cheek.

"Let me help," Max smirked, wrapping his arms around her.

She grinned as he helped her line up her shot, having her sinking it into the hole. "Mr. Smooth," she smirked, kissing him softly.

He smiled and kissed her back, winking once he pulled away. "Only for you," he grinned.

They continued playing, getting more and more competitive. "I'm going to win," she said.

"Yeah, and I'm going to give you a lapdance," He teased, "both are not happening."

"Both are definitely happening if I win," she winked. 

"Alright and what do I get if I win?" He smirked.

"The same thing," she winked.

"It's a deal," he said, shaking her hand as they continued.

"Ha! I win!" Carrie said after she won. "You're paying up, George."

"But that's difficult!" Max said.

"Too bad, we agreed," she said. "I'll enjoy it when we get home."

He groaned loudly as they got in the car. "For the record, you started the whole competitive thing," she said.

"But I helped you make a shot! So we're technically tied." He said.

"Why do guys hate that so much?" She said.

"Giving lapdances?" Max asked, "Because we can't be sexy in that way."

"Guy strippers can do it," Carrie said.

"But I'm not a stripper," Max said, "I don't even know how!"

"Fine," she groaned.

"You could demonstrate," he winked.

"Nice try," she said.

"Darn," he said.

"Can we get food?" She asked, putting on puppy eyes.

"Of course, pick your poison," he laughed.

"I'm dying for a burger, but don't tell my agent that," she laughed.

"Let's do it," he said, driving her over to a restaurant.