Max declines.

Max could barely believe it, after everything that had happened he was trying to coerce her. He had tracked her down to try to **** himself on her again, get her high and fuck her again. What was he expecting from her, how many girls had he played this sick game with?

Frank stepped forward and Max balked, she?d had enough.

"Don't even think of touching me," She spat. "I'm going to go into my room and get dressed. Leave, get out of my apartment, get out of my life, because the next time I see you I'll make sure I'm the last thing you'll ever see."

The bedroom door slammed loudly leaving Frank shocked, that was not what he had expected. Most girls broke down, gave in, he always knew Max was different.

"You're making a mistake Max." he called out, "You have no clue how far my reach goes, the people I know. This will be so much easier if you just cooperate."

He waited for a response but was greeted by only silence. Max's bedroom door loomed over him and he suddenly felt uneasy. Had she been serious? She had sounded serious. He told himself to kick down the wood door, rip that stupid blue towel off her tight little body and take her right there. Fuck her in her own bed, but instead he did nothing. His eyes drifted from the door to the ratty couch and half built kitchen. Stories of cops getting shanked by **** squatters crossed his mind. He was alone and out of his element, maybe letting her win this round was the best move.

By the time Max had dressed and opened her bedroom door he was nowhere in sight. Hoping it was the last she would ever see of him Max grabbed her bag and headed to work.