2| Strong connection

He was pacing back and forth. Worried. Scared. Sweating. Panicked. Anxious. Thirsty. Frustrated.

Since his driving life, he has never knocked anyone with his car before. How come today? He wasn't even on high speed. His speedometer was on normal level. What really happened? He's still finding it hard to recover. He hopes this remains within him and his cousin. He hopes it doesn't links out to his family members, if not, it'd ruin his reputation family's image. Especially as the son of the current president.

But that doesn't change the fact that she has a familiar appearance when he first saw her during the incident. He has no idea but something electrified him that moment. He swore, he felt a strong connection like a bond when he first squatted down to pick her up.

What was that?

Very strange.

Maxwell was tired of seeing his cousin tied down in fear. He usually thinks he was the greatest fearful man but it seems like his cousin has overtaken him.

"Man, relax." He place a comforting arm on his broad shoulders.

Cold sweats breaking from Justin's forehead. "You saw it yourself, I wasn't on high-speed. It….it—"

"The doctor is here." Maxwell said when he saw the doctor approaching their way.

"Please, tell me she didn't die." Justin's lips trembled.

The doctor chuckled and shook his head with both hands tuck in his coat's pockets. "Of course not."

"Oh thanks, mother of Jesus." The two boys sighed in relief.

"Can we see her now?" Maxwell inquired, hopefully and the doctor nodded.

"Yeah, sure. She's awake now. I'll show you to her private ward."

........

When Maxwell and Justin got in, they were overtook by surprise. The patient that was admitted and supposed to be resting was slouching, searching for something like it was so dare and important.

She didn't even look like a patient or victim of accident, except for the little white plaster on the side of her forehead that demarcated that. "Where are they?" She murmured, checking under the bed.

The two men faced themselves, quizzically then they kept their gaze at her again. Justin cleared his throat, wanting to gain her attention but she turned him down by not caring who it was.

"Excuse me, but you're supposed to be on the bed not wandering about." Justin strode in like a gentleman and Maxwell followed like a bodyguard.

Without lifting her head or looking back, she answered blandly. "Did you see my textbooks by chance?"

"Yes, I have them."

Just a simple respond, she paused and straighten herself before looking back to see who had just spoken. "You?" Her brows knits in annoyance. "How could you hold my books ransome? I'm a final year student with an exam to write this morning and you just stole my books."

"Sorry, my bad." Justin portrait his tall body straight, keeping hands in his pocket as he spoke with pride. "Never knew I hit a college student."

Never knew? He just confessed without knowing. The young woman's brows lifted in surprise. She made sure not to be carried away by his sexy looks as she fuels her anger. "So, you're the bastard that hit me, huh?"

"Hey, hey, watch your language." Justin is not the type of man that is tolerant when it comes to insults. He respects his image more and he prefers to keep it that way. "I won't have you insult me, young lady."

"Insult you?" She mocked. "I was literally on my own when you drove your wheelbarrow along and hit me with it."

"What the—?" His eyes narrowed, deadly. "Do you know that, that wheelbarrow can buy you a million times and still keep some change?"

She gasped and frowned deeper. "You must be mad to think am cheap. Men like you never apologize to their wrongs."

"Oh, you think I don't know how to amend my bad doings? This wasn't my fault, FYI. You chimed in on your own, probably looking for a rich guy who could pay up your school fees and bills."

She growled. Her hands clenched into a tight fist. "How dare you? You moron! Do you know who's daughter I am?"

"And do you know who's son you're standing in front of?"

"I don't care to know who you are because you suck!"

"Ha ha," He scoffed and crossed his arms. "Wonder shall never end for whores."

That made her furious to the extent of grabbing the pillow and aiming it at him. He dodge it and it hit Maxwell's face, before the lad could complain, she started ranting again. "It is your mother and all the females in your family that are whores! Maybe you should watch were you're going before knocking a FirstClass girl. FYI, My father, Rao Abhishek, is the senator of Mumbai, India. Just Incase you don't know who's daughter you're messing with."

Justin made a sarcastic sound, showing no approval of what she just said. "Not liking your India accent at all and your mouth smells like garlic. Those are shit. I can make your father lose that post with just a snap of my fingers." He snapped his fingers. "So don't dare me, miss India."

Her lips pressed in anger. "My name is not miss India. My name is Priyanka. Now give me my books before I chop your tongue off." She extended her hand, waiting and fuming.

Justin too would be lying if he said he wasn't madder than her. He was boiling automatically and didn't want to lose his beast on a girl. He has never hit a woman before and he doesn't want to use her as a starting experiment.

"Thank your stars I don't hit women. And next time before you cross the road, watch your both sides." He left and brought back her books. "Let's go, Max." He left angrily leaving Maxwell behind.

Maxwell was so busy flirting with her. "Hey," He leaned on the wall, giving his boyish smile. "I'm Maxwell Chadwick but my friends do call me Max. You know, you can beat the famous India actress, Priyanka Chopra."

"Am just PRIYANKA!" She emphasize her name through gritted teeth.

"Okay, okay, chill, huh? I love your India accent and your tiny little voice like Cinderella. Can I have your number?" He winked, flashing his brows with a wicked smirk.

She rolled her eyes, keeping her hands on her waist.

"Max!" Justin yelled from outside.

"Dude, am coming! Nice meeting you, Priyanka." He whispered with a wink before leaving.

...........

Maxwell hated it when he was trying to get a woman and his cousin just barged in. Actually, he was trying to set her for him. He was just trying to give his cousin a woman that he could have by his side. Yes, they're both womanizers but, his cousin was an expert in it. It was getting too much and out of hand. Maybe if he had a girlfriend to run home to, his attitude with women would lessen or maybe change.

On a norm, there's no day they don't fuck at least two to four girls a night. After work, they'll go to the elite bars and clubhouse. Drink, smoke, party and fuck as many as they want till it's said to be morning. Their two rich friends, Tristan Coyle the CEO of a chain pharmacy and Harry Norman the CEO of a chain hotel, usually tag along with them too. It is always fun till dawn.

"Am closing this deal. Talk to them about the negotiation." Justin took off his coat and hung it on the steel by the door. He adjusted his tie, feeling sweating as he increased the volume of the Air conditioner. Both him and Max just round off the third meeting of the day.

"80/20." Maxwell grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge and handed one to Justin. "They take it or leave it." He gulped it.

Justin sighed in satisfaction after finishing a whole bottle of water. Tossing the can into the recycle bin, "We brought this contract. I didn't see a shit the Lexi Empire did."

"I hate partnering with those folks." Max crashed on the couch, lazily. "They don't even know anything."

"My father always wants their support in the company and I haven't seen any of their efforts till date." Justin settled on his ergonomic swirling chair, fully relaxed.

Max waved his hand briefly dismissing his words in disgust. "Yeah, yeah. My dad too. That company is just rich and big for nothing, that's the reason why they love it, I guess."

"Nope. They've fucked that company before. Ours is bigger and better. Keep the percentage that way."

"For sure."

"Who wants some hot espressos." Francesca walked in with stacks of files in her arms. She placed it on the desk and grinned at Justin. "Hey big bro. I got you some latte. Wanna add milk?"

Maxwell laughed when he saw Justin's face turning all red like a ripe tomato.

"Come on, what's funny?" She laughed. "It's his duty to sign these documents as the CEO, right?"

Maxwell shook his head, crossing his arms. "Of course, yes."

Justin slammed the desk and they startled. "You two must be mad. So I should die first, huh? You want to specifically kill me, Francesca? You brought all these work into my office after the live or die meeting I just ended with those snails."

Max and Francesca bursted into laughter as they made a childish rhyme they usually do. Staring at each other and nodding their heads. "Uh-huh, uh-huh, o yeah. He is deaded."

"Deaded? What kinda word is that?" Justin assumed quietly. Then faced his little sister, "Look, take part of these….." He began to select them. "To Max's office."

"Huh?" Max's eyes grew enormously. "Dude, you want me to die?"

"Ah, so you want me to die too?"

"I already told you I have an appointment with my secretary."

"You know fucking her is against the company's policy." He pointed his ball pen at him. "You can't fuck that woman, Max. She's your secretary and I'll fire you if it happens."

"Be considerate. I'm helping you get Priyanka."

"Who the hell is Priyanka?" Francesca asked, hands on her hips as she moves her eyes from Max to Justin who already had deadly glares shooting at Max.

Ignoring his cousin's rage, Max explained everything to Francesca.

"Wow!" She gasped. "Did you manage to get a selfie of her?"

"Your arrogant brother won't let me even get her number." He said, smirking at Justin fearlessly.

Before Francesca could say anything, Justin stood up and began to gesture her out of his office. "Okay, that's enough. Get back to work." He slammed the door shut and returned to his seat with narrow eyes. "You should have kept your mouth shut. Francesca is not secretive."

"Bro, she's our sister. She shares hers too, so she has to know. Beside….." He leaned his arms on the desk and flashed his brows, grinning. "We're going to the hospital to check on her after lunch break."

"Are you mad?" A big scowl on Justin's face. "To do what?"

"To get laid of course. For fresh release." He rolled his eyes. "Dude, she's younger than Francesca and too innocent to be abandoned. I won't lie, she's pretty. I've never seen such alluring beauty in my life of existence before. She hot!"

"What are you insinuating?"

"Am not saying you should go there to make friends with her. But it won't seem right if you don't should concern about her health after what happened today."

"You go see her. I don't have chance. Am busy." He picked a document and began to scan through it.

Maxwell was disappointed. "Really? You can't even spare a little time of your working schedule to go see the girl we knocked down this morning? Man, it's not fair. She's human too. Moreover, somebody's daughter."

Justin slammed the desk, furiously. "I don't care! Weren't you there when she insulted me? Our family? And you? She even called my car a wheelbarrow and all the females in our family a WHORE!"

You started it first, bro. You called her fowl names before she picked up at you, second. Max wanted to say that to him but no.

Maxwell leaned his back on his seat, staring at his cousin, blankly. "Reason like a mature man, Justin. That girl is childish and probably should be around the age of 20 or 21. She talks babyish. It'll be—"

"To your office now." When he didn't move, Justin shouted. "I mean it, Max! Get back to work this minute! Now!"

Maxwell rolled his eyes and barged out, slamming the door loudly behind him.

......…..

Meanwhile, something hot was happening in Francesca's office before Maxwell broke in.

"HOLY. MARY. MOTHER. OF. SWEET. JESUS.!" Maxwell gasped in shock when he caught his best friend, Tristan Coyle, fucking his cousin sister on the desk.

The two quickly pushed themselves away from the clasp, composing themselves as they put on their underwear in a rush.

Tristan zipped up his pants, sweating and trembling. "Let me explain, Max."