Chapter 116: I’ve never been to a private island before
Andrew was very, very nervous. Probably the most nervous he’d been in his life besides meeting Maxwell’s parents. This was even worse.
Maxwell was next to him, calm and collected. At least, outwardly. Andrew knew that he was shaking his leg in the footwell. He was resting his head against his hand as they sat in the backseat of the expensive car that had picked them up. His head was turned away from Andrew, staring outside as the normal, everyday scenery passed them by.
He was being quite...calm given how Andrew’s pheromones felt like an untamed beast in the car with them. He was doing his best, and had taken the medication that Michael recommended, but this was...
They were on the way to the wedding venue. Ahead of time. Because Ben, Amir and the rest of the family wanted to get ready together. With Andrew and Maxwell. Andrew was panicking because it felt like they had accepted him very quickly. The fact that Maxwell’s Father had practically forced him into accepting the clothing he had brought earlier in the week, and then made him do a little fashion show, showing off what he’d bought.
Maxwell, his Father, and Michael had selected three suits from what felt like 20 he had brought with him for the day. All of them were what he would consider flashy. The only comfort was that Maxwell wasn’t wearing a black suit either, and that they were practically a matching set.
Andrew sensed a bit of collusion on their part, but neither of them fessed up to it.
It didn’t mean that Andrew felt any better about it.
He felt like he was getting sucked into a world he didn’t understand. They were taking a car ride to a helicopter pad. So that they could then use that to get to the private island that the couple had decided to get married on. That Maxwell’s parents already owned.
It was a level of wealth Andrew had only seen in movies and t.v. shows previously, and Maxwell had no idea that Andrew was freaking out about that. Well, he wasn’t an idiot, so he knew that Andrew was freaking out about something. Andrew was also quite obvious about it.
"Are you nervous about the flight?" Maxwell asked into the quiet cab of the car and Andrew flinched.
"N-Nervous?" He squeaked, and Maxwell turned to him, smirking slightly.