Chapter 68: An angry black cat
Andrew was doing his best not to laugh as Maxwell leveled a glare at the phone on the kitchen counter. He had a feeling that if Mrs. Proctor was here in the flesh that she’d be shaking in her boots. It was a strange feeling. Andrew could still feel the tears rolling down his cheeks, but Maxwell had puffed up to defend him so quickly that he couldn’t help but laugh.
"Mrs. Proctor, this is my boyfriend, Maxwell Beckett." Andrew introduced and Maxwell glared at the phone.
"It’s a pleasure." Maxwell’s voice dripped venom and Andrew’s shoulders shook.
"She’s not at fault, Max." Andrew told the smaller man, but Maxwell wouldn’t hear it.
"Uh, it’s a pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Beckett. What...what seems to be the problem?" Mrs. Proctor asked and Andrew watched as Maxwell’s lip twitched.
"Why is Andrew crying?" He demanded and Mrs. Proctor gasped.
"Andrew? Are you crying right now?" Andrew nodded, noticing how Maxwell frowned at him as he did so.
"He is. I could feel him getting emotional and I came downstairs to check on him. What were you two talking about?" Maxwell demanded angrily. "Why is he upset? What have you done?" Andrew placed his hand on Maxwell’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze.
"Maxwell, it isn’t anything bad. Mrs. Proctor is the person running A and D. She took over for my Mom." Andrew told him, trying to soothe him. Maxwell wouldn’t budge.
"Uh, I’m unsure why Andrew is crying, but I promise you if I said anything to upset you I’ll readily apologise." Mrs. Proctor offered and Andrew sighed. He was going to have to bear everything before Maxwell would calm down, and then he’d have to calm down Mrs. Proctor.
"Max, Mrs. Proctor is a true alpha, and she knows who my father is." Andrew started, the tears in his eyes slowing down finally. Andrew wiped at his eyes with his fingers and the timer went off for his cookies.