Out of control

chapter one

"Yes, but we agreed not to use any of their money." Max said. "You agreed to this Alex. So, until our firm is successful we'll just have to live on ramen noodles."

"But I have some money saved," Alexandra countered. "I do not want to eat noodles everyday, and neither will I. Doughnuts are okay, though."

"Well, then it's settled." Max said. "We'll explore the streets of London, and eat doughnuts."

"Sounds good." Alexandra said, with half fake enthusiasm.

"We could also stop by a night club?" Max suggested. At that, Alexandra perked up.

"You know exactly how to cheer me up." Alexandra said, wiggling her eyebrows. "I'll change into something more appropriate, and then we can go."

Max nodded, and looked at her critically. "Try to at least comb your hair."

Alexandra pushed him out of the room with an irritated sigh, and went to stand in front of the mirror. Max was right, her hair was crazy.

Her red, almost strawberry blonde, locks were both frizzy and completely out of control, giving her an unflattering bed head look. Her light, but slightly tanned, complexion was flushed, and her ocean blue eyes were staring back at her through the mirror. Her plump lips were a bit chapped from her biting them, and her prominent cheekbones gave her an almost proud expression. Her nose was slim, and her manicured eyebrows matched her hair colour. Her face had some faint freckles here and there, and over all she looked good. Alexandra acknowledged that, and gave herself a tight smile through the mirror.

Taking off the clothes she had worn all day, now crinkled and quite gross, she studied her wardrobe for something appropriate to wear. Opening and closing her drawers, she finally settled on a grey and black tartan dress, in stiff material and a high neckline. The dress ended about mid-thigh, and the back was bare. Putting on her backless bra, she paired the dress with a pair of suede boots and a grey coat. The look was not really dressed up, but still stylish. She brushed her hair, and put on some bronzer, mascara and concealer, opting to keep her makeup light.

She stepped out of her room and went to the hallway, waiting for Max. She saw her Gucci leather cross body bag, and slung it over her shoulder.

"Max!" Alexandra shouted. "Are you ready to go?"

"I'm coming!" Max replied, walking into the hallway. He had decided to put on a pair of dark washed jeans together with a white, linen shirt, making him appear both buffer and more handsome.

"Wow, Mr. Lady killer." Alexandra said, wiggling her eyebrows. "You look fancy."

"You too," Max said. "Maybe we should skip the doughnuts and go to the club instead?"

"I think so." Alexandra said. "Might be a bit awkward eating doughnuts all dressed up."

Max let out a small laugh, shaking his head. "Should we go now, then?"

Alexandra nodded, and opened their apartment door. It wasn't a small apartment, and they had the whole upper floor for themselves. The perks of having rich parents.

Alexandra's aunt had herself designed their living space, since she worked as one of the most sought after architects in the world. The whole apartment was white, with marbled and carpeted floor. The entrance had a mirror by the side, a wardrobe for jackets and a shoe shelf. All of the furniture in the apartment was white, or some variation of white, with some colourful details. For example, the knobs of the kitchen drawers were painted in different colours, giving the room a playful and futuristic feel.

Together, Max and Alexandra took the elevator down to the ground floor. As they stepped out onto the streets of London, Alexandra took a deep breathe.