Chapter 8: Torture time
Maxwell wasn't sure how he got here.
One moment, he was dealing with a crying, sobbing giant who was too fucking handsy, and the next he was dealing with a big eyed, soft puppy who was cuddly. The man was exhausted, and was swearing off dealing with Andrew again when he was like this. It wasn't good for his heart.
He had managed to get changed, but it had been an ordeal. It felt like every five minutes he'd hear Andrew calling him by his new nickname and he'd have to go running to make sure he was okay.
All the man wanted was head pats, and a few comforting words from Maxwell.
Maxwell was only slightly surprised by the personality he was witnessing from Andrew. After all, the man did his best to project a strong, goofy, dependable man. From height alone, if people didn't know him, they would think he was an alpha. Hell, Maxwell had thought that at first as well. This big, crying baby that Maxwell was currently dealing with?
He wasn't actually that upset about it. Like Andrew, he liked to be depended on. But because he was an omega, very few even considered him to rely on. He'd had to fight to get every last morsel he'd received so far, yet here Andrew was, sobbing drunk, looking for comfort from Maxwell. This Andrew, who was desperate to know constantly, every five minutes, that Maxwell cared about him and wouldn't leave him?
Maxwell was a little worried about how much he liked it.
Maxwell also doubted that Andrew was going to remember anything tomorrow. The man had continued to drink when Maxwell took his eyes off of him. Maxwell would have considered cooking for him, if he was any good at it. Usually, he had pre-made food that he would warm up in his home, but he'd been out of it for a while, and had forgotten to get his secretary to order more in.
So, he needed food, but so did Andrew.
That meant he had to answer the door, alone, while Andrew wailed in the background, sobbing. It was incredibly embarrassing, and took away his worry that the delivery person was going to try to take advantage of him. Not many would have the courage to do so when someone was sobbing in the background.
For the most part, the two of them had hung out after they had eaten, so Maxwell hadn't actually eaten around Andrew before. He wasn't sure what to order him, so he got a little bit of everything. Chinese, Korean, Japanese, Indian, pizza, fast food, everything. The delivery person had been surprised that only one person had answered the door, but upon hearing the heart wrenching sobbing in the background, they had made a face, and wished Maxwell luck.