2 Broke Girls x 1 Rich Man [TV series 2 Broke Girls ff]

Alex had just finished his game with Theo when one of the staff members approached him, holding two sleek, high-end shopping bags.

"Mr. Wilson, the clothes you ordered arrived. Where would you like them?"

Alex took the bags. "I'll take them."

He made his way through the orphanage toward the back, where the staff locker rooms were located. It was a quiet area, separate from the main event, meant for employees and volunteers to freshen up.

"Your clothes are here. I'll leave them by the door."

From inside, there was a loud, dramatic groan.

"Ugh, finally! I was starting to think I'd have to walk out of here in a bedsheet like a tragic Roman emperor."

That was definitely Max.

Alex was already turning to leave when...

Click.

The door cracked open.

And out stepped Max.

Dripping. Wrapped in nothing but a towel. Smirking like she had just won a bet no one else knew about.

Alex barely had time to register the sight before his brain crashed like a malfunctioning hard drive.

Max, still damp from the shower, had her dark hair piled into a messy bun, loose strands clinging to her neck. Her skin was still flushed from the heat, and the towel—while securely wrapped—was dangerously short, showing off way too much leg.

She crossed her arms, leaning casually against the doorframe, her smirk only growing when she noticed Alex's reaction.

"Well, well, well," she drawled. "If it isn't Hollywood's golden boy, delivering my new wardrobe like a personal valet. You really do it all, don't you, Moneybags?"

Alex exhaled through his nose, amused. "Don't get used to it." He set the bags down on a bench. "Thought I'd save you the trouble of coming out in a towel to get them."

Max grinned. "Oops."

Alex smirked. "Oops, huh?"

She took a casual step forward, clearly enjoying herself. "Come on, you don't have to pretend. I know you're looking."

Alex hummed, tilting his head slightly. "And if I am?"

Max opened her mouth, fully prepared to drop some teasing remark...

But then he moved.

Towards her.

She barely had time to process it before Alex was standing right in front of her, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off of him.

Her back barely grazed the door.

Her heart? Yeah, that thing just leaped out of her chest and into another dimension.

Max's usual quick wit? Gone.

Alex, as infuriatingly calm as ever, glanced down at her, his sharp blue eyes locking onto hers like he had all the time in the world.

Max, for once in her life, forgot how to breathe.

He reached up, so casually, so unbothered as he brushed a damp curl away from her face, his fingers just barely grazing her skin.

Max's stomach flipped. 'Slam me against the wall and take me Sugar Daddy.'

His voice dropped, smooth and slow. "Careful, Max," he murmured. "I don't think you realize what kind of game you're playing."

Max did realize.

Right now?

She was losing.

Alex let his fingers linger for a second longer than necessary before taking a step back, perfectly composed, like he hadn't just shattered her brain into a thousand useless pieces.

Then he turned and walked away.

Just like that.

Max stood frozen, gripping the edges of her towel like it was the only thing keeping her tethered to reality.

Caroline, still inside the showers, called out, "Max? Did he leave?"

Max stood there. Frozen. 

Her brain had fully short-circuited. Nothing. Nothing in her life had prepared her for that moment. 

Alex had just… walked away. After standing so close she could feel his breath? After touching her? After dropping his voice to that level of smooth, rich, billionaire menace that practically vibrated in her soul?

The man ruined her. And then left.

Like he hadn't just rocked her entire damn existence.

Max swallowed. Blinked. Tried to reboot her fried brain.

"...Max?" Caroline's voice echoed from inside. "Did he leave?"

Max couldn't move.

Her grip on her towel tightened. Her legs? Useless. Her lungs? Non-functional. Her dignity? Dead and buried.

What the hell just happened?

She had been flirting. That was her thing. That was what she did. She poked, teased, pushed buttons. That was her superpower.

And he flipped it on her like it was nothing. That sexy look in his eyes and his smell... His voice...

Her heart was still in the goddamn stratosphere.

Caroline poked her head out of the shower room, a towel wrapped around her hair. "Max?"

Max, still gripping the door like she'd been electrocuted, finally snapped out of it.

She inhaled—sharp, fast, desperate—and whirled around.

"CAROLINE. WHAT THE FUCK."

Caroline blinked. "Jesus. What happened? You look like you just saw God."

"WORSE." Max slapped both hands onto her face. "I just saw God's hot older brother who knows exactly how to mess with my entire existence and then WALK AWAY LIKE HE DIDN'T JUST SET ME ON FIRE."

Caroline frowned. "What?"

Max threw her hands in the air. "He... he did the thing."

Caroline raised an eyebrow. "Max, you're gonna have to be a little more specific than 'the thing.'"

Max whirled around, grabbed Caroline's shoulders, and shook her. "HE MOVED CLOSE."

"...Okay?"

"CLOSE, CLOSE. Like, whisper-in-your-ear, ruin-your-life, I-could-literally-smell-his-cologne-and-it-was-so-good-I-wanted-to-drown-in-it close!"

Caroline stared at her. "...Are you okay?"

"NO, I AM NOT OKAY." Max let go and dramatically flopped onto a nearby bench, gripping her towel like a woman on the edge. "Caroline. I think he just reverse-flirted me into another plane of existence."

Caroline burst out laughing.

Max snapped her head up. "THIS ISN'T FUNNY, BLONDIE. I HAVE NEVER BEEN REVERSE-FLIRTED BEFORE."

Caroline, wheezing, leaned against the wall. "Oh my God. You got played."

'He was perfect,' Max threw an arm over her face. "I got wrecked."

Caroline shook her head. "Okay, okay, what exactly did he do?"

Max sat up sharply, pointing aggressively. "He was LOOKING. Not just looking-looking. But confident, rich-man looking. Like the kind of look that says 'I could ruin your life, and you'd thank me.'"

Caroline cackled. "Oh my God."

"And THEN," Max continued, still aggressively pointing, "he was like, 'Careful, Max. I don't think you realize what kind of game you're playing.'"

Caroline's eyes widened.

Max clutched her chest. "CAROLINE. HE WARNED ME."

Caroline smirked. "And did that warning make you want to stop?"

Max hesitated.

Then dramatically flopped back again. "NO. IT MADE ME WANT TO MAKE BAD DECISIONS."

Caroline lost it.

She bent over, gasping for air. "Oh my God, Max, this is the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"TO YOU?!" Max snapped up. "I AM SUFFERING."

Caroline wiped a tear. "No, no, you don't get it. You've been doing this your entire life." She gestured at her. "You flirt. You tease. You mess with guys. And then they get flustered, and you walk away the winner."

Max groaned.

Caroline grinned. "But this time? He beat you at your own game. And now you don't know what to do. Is this what you call karma?" 

Max stared at her.

She hated that Caroline was so, so painfully right.

She loved being in control. She loved pushing buttons. But Alex?

He didn't just push back. He flipped the entire damn game board over and walked away like he owned the place.

Max screamed into her hands.

Caroline, laughing again, patted her on the back. "So. What's your next move?"

Max paused.

Then slowly, a wicked grin stretched across her face.

Caroline immediately sighed. "Oh no."

Max stood up. "Oh yes."

Caroline shook her head. "Max, don't start something you can't finish."

Max tossed her wet hair over her shoulder. "Blondie. I am going to win."

Caroline sighed. "Max. You don't even know what the game is."

Max smirked. "Then I'll make my own rules."

Caroline groaned. "This is gonna end in disaster."

Max strutted toward the locker where their dresses were waiting. "Disaster? Or the greatest victory of my life?"

Caroline sighed. "Same thing."

This was war.

And Max was not losing twice.

....

Max and Caroline stood in front of their lockers, staring at the neatly folded, insanely expensive designer outfits that had just arrived courtesy of one (1) billionaire benefactor.

Max, still riding the emotional rollercoaster of being absolutely reverse-flirted into oblivion, crossed her arms and smirked. "Welp. This is it, Blondie. Our official transformation into kept women."

Caroline groaned, pulling her dress out of the packaging. "Max, for the last time, Alex is not your sugar daddy."

Max grinned. "And yet…" She gestured dramatically to the literal thousands of dollars' worth of clothing now in their possession. "This feels very sugar daddy adjacent."

Caroline pinched the bridge of her nose. "Max."

Max grabbed her dress, holding it up to her body. "Face it, Caroline. We are now hot, sponsored women. The next logical step is yacht parties, expensive vacations, and dramatically removing sunglasses while whispering, 'I can't do this anymore, Chad.'"

Caroline whacked her arm. "You're impossible."

Max twirled the dress dramatically. "And yet, here I am. Fully funded. Like an independent film with a really rich executive producer."

Caroline snorted, finally giving in and laughing. "I hate that analogy, but also? Not wrong."

Max wiggled her eyebrows. "Exactly. And you know what this means, don't you?"

Caroline sighed. "That you'll never stop making sugar daddy jokes?"

Max threw her arms out. "CORRECT."

Caroline rolled her eyes. "Fine. Whatever. Just put on the damn dress."

Max smirked. "You're right. Let me slip into something that screams, 'I accept my fate as a very, very expensive trophy wife.'"

Caroline groaned. "Max, please."

Max cackled and pulled off her towel, shimmying into the stupidly luxurious red silk dress. The moment it settled on her body, she turned to the mirror and—

"Oh, holy shit."

Caroline zipped up her own dress and turned around. "What?"

Max stared at herself.

Like. Stared.

The dress was…

Criminal.

It clung to her body like it was custom-made for sin, the deep red silk draping over every curve like it had an agenda. The slit up the thigh? Borderline scandalous. The neckline? Dangerously perfect.

Max blinked.

Then slowly turned to Caroline, face completely serious.

"Blondie."

Caroline raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Max gripped her shoulders. "I cannot be trusted in this dress."

Caroline smirked. "Why? Because you'll fall in love with yourself?"

"NO. Because I will commit crimes."

Caroline sighed. "Max..."

"SUGAR BABY CRIMES, CAROLINE."

Caroline buried her face in her hands. "Oh my God."

Max twirled, dramatically striking a pose. "Look at me! I was born for this life!"

Caroline pointed at her. "Do not go out there and say 'thanks, Daddy' to Alex."

Max gasped. "Oh my God, why would you say that? Now I have to fight the urge!"

"I KNOW. THAT'S WHY I SAID IT."

Max wheezed. "Caroline, please. You know I can't be stopped. I'm a menace in fabric form."

Caroline grabbed her by the shoulders. "MAX. LISTEN TO ME. If you call him Daddy even once, we will die."

Max bit her lip. "Okay, but..."

Caroline shook her. "WE. WILL. DIE."

Max let out a deep, suffering sigh. "Fine, fine. I won't say it."

Caroline exhaled in relief.

Max smirked. "But I will imply it heavily."

Caroline groaned. "I hate you."

Max winked. "Love you too, babe."

And with that, the two of them stepped out of the locker room, fully transformed into the most dangerous versions of themselves.

And Max?

Max was so, so ready to ruin Alex's peace.

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