“So, you going to tell me your name or am I just wasting my time here?” She asked.
Done with the charade of entertaining her weak passes, he stood from his seat as the bus came to its stop and eased passed her.
“Maverick.” He finally answered. “Maverick Singh.” He stepped into the aisle as people started exiting off of the bus. “And no thanks.”
Before she could even make a rebuttal, he kept to his stride, not wanting her to even think that there was any further chance at conversation. He wasn’t in the market for a girlfriend at this point in his life; and if he were being honest with himself, he just didn’t think that he had the mentality for one.
He looked around for the first bathroom that he could find so that he could tidy up and no sooner he found one he started to make a beeline for it when…
The sound of the man’s voice stopped him in his tracks. Initially, he thought to keep walking. Not to be rude or mean but just to act like he didn’t hear the man’s voice so he could freshen up and maybe start this conversation fresh. But he just couldn’t do it. He couldn’t ignore his father.
Having made a deal with his father at 18, Maverick Singh is home from an honorable discharge from the Navy. Per the deal, and against his initial desires Maverick agrees to run his father's company and his namesake Maverick Industries. Unexpectedly sucessful, now he is forced to take on an assistant. And she's a little more fiery and familiar than he initially expected.
It was Christmas time and everyone gathered over at Maverick's new home. His mother had insisted since he and Stevie's relationship flourished since returning home that they all spend the holidays together after Stevie and her family spent time with their loved ones of course.
Since returning home over six months ago, Stevie's life had cha……