Rose Hastington I walked out of my office with a smile plastered on my face. I didn't know why I was so happy today, but I was just happy.

"You're weird." I glared at my brother as he commented about my face.

"Shut it, Luke," I hissed, and he pressed the lift button.

"Have you booked a ticket to Miami for next week?"

"Why don't we use our jet?" I asked.

"Dad is going to use it, smart head," he said, annoyed, and we walked into the lift.

"Why does Dad get to use it every time?" I hissed.

"It's his," Luke said in an 'are you stupid?’ tone.

"Where are you going after this?" I asked.

"As usual…meeting my friends," Luke said, and I rolled my eyes.

"Will Max be there?"

"It's only me, Sky, and Ken for today.”

"Where're the rest?" I asked, and the lift opened. We walked out from the lift and out of the building.

"Aaron’s at home, taking care of his sick wife. Alex is taking Angel to LA. Sebastian is in Russia, but I don't know what that idiot is doing there, and lastly, your Max…"

I looked at him, waiting for him to finish his sentence. "Where? Max where?"

"I don't know." That made me smack his shoulder hard. He groaned in pain.

"Don't joke like that!"

"Why don't you check him at his house? You can call him too," he hissed and rubbed the spot where I had smacked him.

"Okay." I smiled widely, and he still looked at me, annoyed. I walked to my car and waved to my annoying brother. I got into my car and drove out of my office building.

I decided to just go to Max's house. I missed him. We fought a lot last week, and neither of us had talked yet, so I figured it was time to clear things up with him.

Max was my first love. I had loved him since I was 14, and I knew that sounded crazy. Now I was 24—almost 25, and my heart still belonged to him. We had on and off relationship, and as you all know, Max was a playboy. He often changed women almost every day.

It broke my heart whenever he did that, and I'd been watching him for almost 11 years, but he kept going back to me in the end. I knew he was a douchebag, but I loved him. It was a crazy love, but it was true.

When I saw Max for the first time, everything just seemed right. He didn’t notice me at first, but when I turned 17, I changed my appearance. I went to the gym and started to make my body sexier so he would notice me.

From that point, he took ‘my first’ everything—and I did save it all for him. It was just incredible for him to be my first, and of course, I loved him. I’d never said that to his face, but I knew he would always come to me in the end.

This year, my dad started talking about merging my company with the Portwalts’ by arranging my marriage with Austin Portwalt, Blake Samuel's best friend in Miami. We had both already met each other secretly with my and his dad. We were taking everything slowly, and we had only gone on a few dates.

Austin liked me. He told me that, but as all you know, I didn't like him. He was sweet and caring and really wanted to take everything slowly. He was far from Max. I wanted Max to be like Austin—but of course, he couldn’t be.

Austin had everything that I wanted in a guy, but he couldn't give me the feelings that Max gave me. He just couldn't.

Two days ago, our families had dinner together again—without Luke of course. My dad wouldn't risk anything if Luke knew about it. We had come to an agreement to get married next month, but I was still confused about it.

Max had never stated that I was his. He had never claimed me. I was not even his girlfriend or anything, so we didn't have any official relationship, and it hurt me, but what could I do? I asked him to be my boyfriend, but he rejected me. And now, we hadn’t talked for two months, and it was killing me.

Maybe if I got married to Austin, I could develop feelings for him because we’d live together and basically do everything together. I thought I’d like him or maybe love him.

But now…my heart still belonged to Max.

As I arrived at his house, my eyes narrowed when I saw a yellow Ferrari parked there. I walked to his main door, still looking at that Ferrari.

I walked inside his house. All his maids already knew who I was, so they were already used to me getting into the house without any announcement.

I turned to the stairs, and my eyes widened.

My heart was crushed again…for the thousandth time, maybe.

I saw red high heels, a bra, a black dress, panties, a suit, shoes…my heart clenched, but I kept walking up.

I had been watching this kinda thing for 11 years, and I didn't know how many girls he had already bedded. I walked to his room and stood in front of his door.

I heard moans, groans, and screams. I literally wanted to cry about this situation, and I always did, but I suddenly remembered my agreement with Austin and his dad.

I had been getting tired, actually, for the past 11 years. This was what I get for everything. Heartbreak…nothing more. And that smart man he was—Max would always get me back.

"Gosh, Jennifer." My eyes widened…Jennifer? Jennifer, his new secretary?

With that, I twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open. They both turned to me, and all I saw was Max’s face. He had this angry expression on.

"Get out, Rose!" he yelled loudly and clearly.

"Gladly." I smiled and turned, walking away without any tears—just hate towards him.

From today on, I won't come back to you again, Max. I won't.