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

AN: You got another double release. Better give those powerstones.

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Max had reached her limit.

She could handle Sophie throwing herself at Alex, Oleg being a disaster, and Han being unnecessarily invested in her nonexistent love life.

But Alex casually paying for Earl's entire medical bill like it was a damn parking ticket?

Oh, hell no.

So, before Caroline could start another FBI-level interrogation, Max grabbed Alex's wrist and yanked him down the hallway.

"Alright, Moneybags," she hissed, dragging him away from prying eyes. "We need to talk."

Alex didn't resist. If anything, he looked mildly entertained.

She stopped once they were alone in a quieter corner of the hospital. The fluorescent lights flickered slightly overhead, the faint beeping of machines echoing from nearby rooms.

Max took a deep breath, crossing her arms. "Alright, spill."

Alex arched an eyebrow. "Spill what?"

Max huffed. "Don't play dumb. Earl's medical bills? The private room? The Black Card flex? What the hell, Alex?"

Alex's expression didn't change. He just slipped his hands into his pockets, tilting his head slightly. "He's important to you."

Max blinked. "Yeah? So?"

Alex's eyes flickered with something unreadable. "So, if he matters to you, he matters to me."

Max's brain short-circuited.

"...What?"

Alex exhaled, stepping just a little closer. "Max, you don't do sad very well. I don't like seeing it." His voice dropped slightly, smoother, softer. "And now that you're mine..."

Max choked on air.

"...it's my job to make sure you're not upset."

Max's entire body combusted.

OH.OH, HE DID NOT JUST—

"Okay, first of all," She pointed at him aggressively. "I never said I was yours!"

Alex smirked. "You did, actually. At the bakery. Remember?"

Max froze.

Shit.

She had said that.

She had been caught up in the moment, high off his damn foot massage sorcery, and then... BOOM. Orgasm. Who gets an orgasm from foot massage and kisses? 

But that was before.

Before he did this insane rich guy move. Before he made her feel things.

Max cleared her throat violently. "That was... uh... You know, just in the heat of the moment!" She waved her hands dramatically. "A fluke! A one-time, not-legally-binding, totally hypothetical... Yeah, that's it."

Alex took another step closer.

Max's breath hitched.

"Get used to it, Black."

His voice was too smooth.

Too confident.

Like he had already won.

"Used to what?" she challenged, even though her voice definitely wobbled.

Alex smirked, tilting his head. "Being spoiled by me."

Max forgot how to function. Her heart was slamming against her ribs. She had heard a lot of insane things in her life. But this? This was a whole new level of reality-breaking bullshit. "You... You can't just..." She pointed at him again, desperately grasping for words. "You can't just go around saying rich people things like that!"

Alex chuckled, low and deep. "Why not?"

"Because..." Max felt her brain short-circuiting. "Because it's obnoxiously attractive, okay?!"

Silence.

Alex's smirk widened dangerously. "Obnoxiously attractive, huh?"

Max's face went nuclear.

"I—NO! That's not—Shut up!"

Alex laughed.

A real one. Deep, amused, way too hot for this hospital hallway.

Max groaned, facepalming aggressively. "I hate you."

"No, you don't."

Max huffed. "Okay, well, I hate how you keep winning."

Alex just smirked. "Then try harder, Cupcake Queen."

Max at that point just accepted it. 

Because he was right, and she had no comeback.

And worse?

She was smiling.

Alex's phone buzzed.

He barely glanced at the screen before unlocking it, skimming the message.

Rachel.

[Rachel]: Music deal is locked in. You're welcome. Also, casting session rescheduled for tomorrow. You need to be in L.A. ASAP.

Alex sighed. Of course.

Rachel was efficient as hell, which was great for business, but terrible for his current situation.

Max noticed the shift in his expression immediately. She tilted her head. "What's with the serious face? Did someone steal your yacht?"

Alex smirked despite himself. "Rachel finalized the music deal for the film."

Max blinked. "And that's bad… why?"

"It's not." Alex pocketed his phone. "But she also scheduled another casting session for tomorrow. Which means…"

Max squinted. "Which means?"

Alex sighed, rolling his shoulders. "I have to leave for L.A. Now."

Max blinked. "Wait. Like, right now? Tonight?"

Alex nodded. "Yeah. If I don't go now, I won't make it in time."

Max hesitated. Not because she cared (shut up, brain), but because… okay, maybe she was a little used to him being here.

But whatever. It wasn't a big deal.

She crossed her arms, forcing nonchalance. "Alright, then. Go do your billionaire movie-making thing."

Alex smirked, amused. "Glad I have your permission, Black."

Max rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, you're welcome."

Then, Alex's expression shifted slightly.

Something calculated.

"Before I go…" He tilted his head. "Tomorrow morning, someone will send you the paperwork for the bakery."

Max blinked. "Wait, what?"

"And," Alex continued smoothly, "they'll also need your bank account details so I can transfer the money."

Max froze.

Her brain shut down.

Because oh, right.

Money goes in banks.

Which is totally normal.

For people who have money.

Max scratched the back of her neck, awkward as hell. "Soooo… funny story…"

Alex raised an eyebrow. "Max."

Max winced. "I… don't have a bank account."

Silence.

Alex just stared at her.

Max shrugged helplessly. "What? I'm too broke to justify one! My 'bank' is literally just me stuffing cash in an old shoebox under my bed."

Alex blinked slowly. "...Jesus Christ, Max."

Max huffed. "Hey! Not all of us have offshore accounts and private jets!"

Alex pinched the bridge of his nose. "Okay, fine. Use Caroline's. I'll transfer the money there."

Max exhaled in relief. "Oh, thank God. Because I'm pretty sure my shoebox wouldn't fit a quarter of a million dollars."

Alex smirked, shaking his head. "Unbelievable."

Max grinned. "Welcome to my world, Moneybags."

Alex glanced at his phone again, sighing. "Alright, I really have to go now."

Max hesitated, then casually shrugged. "Well… try not to get too famous while you're gone."

Alex tilted his head. "Try not to miss me too much."

Max scoffed. "Pfft. Yeah. Like that's gonna happen."

Max was expecting Alex to just smirk, throw out one last teasing remark, and walk away.

But instead…

He stepped closer.

Way too close.

Before she could even process it, his hands were on her face—strong, warm fingers cupping her cheeks with so much care that her brain short-circuited.

Her breath caught.

Her entire body froze.

And then?

He kissed her forehead.

Soft. Lingering. Like he was memorizing the feel of her against his lips.

Max stopped breathing.

Not because it was some hot, toe-curling, world-ending kind of kiss.

No.

Because it wasn't.

It was worse.

It was gentle.

Sweet.

And so much more dangerous.

Alex pulled back slightly, his hands still cradling her face, his thumb brushing lightly against her cheek. His blue eyes searched hers for a second—a long, loaded second—before he finally let go.

"Take care, Max," he murmured.

And just like that, he turned and walked away.

Max stood there. Stunned.

Mouth slightly open.

Still processing what just happened.

The world blurred for a second.

And then...

"OH. MY. GOD."

Max snapped back to reality just in time to hear Sophie's dramatic gasp.

She turned...

And yep.

There they were.

Caroline. Sophie. Han. Oleg.

All staring.

All witnessing.

All looking like they just walked into a live episode of The Hottest Romance Drama of 2025.

Max's stomach dropped.

Sophie's eyes were gleaming. "Honey, what the hell was that?!"

Max groaned. "Nothing!"

Han adjusted his glasses. "That did not look like nothing."

Oleg nodded sagely. "That looked like very much something."

Max threw up her hands. "It was a forehead kiss! You guys are acting like he just proposed!"

Sophie gasped again, clutching her chest. "Oh, imagine if he did!"

Max glared. "Sophie..."

"You'd look stunning in white," Sophie continued dreamily. "And imagine the wedding! The tabloids would go crazy!"

Han nodded. "Yes, yes. And then we would be rich by association."

Oleg wiped an imaginary tear. "So beautiful."

Max groaned so hard it hurt. "Okay, can we not plan my fake rich wedding right now?!"

Sophie smirked. "Why? Afraid you might actually want it?"

Max opened her mouth. Then closed it. Then glared. "I hate you."

Sophie just winked.

Han shrugged. "Statistically, Max, if a man like Alex Wilson kisses you on the forehead, you are either about to become his wife… or his biggest weakness."

Max choked. "What the—WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!"

Oleg grinned. "He is claiming you."

Max died inside.

And then?

Caroline cleared her throat.

Max turned...

And froze.

Because Caroline…

Caroline wasn't smiling.

She wasn't teasing.

She wasn't laughing along with the others.

She was just standing there.

Silent.

Her arms crossed.

Her face neutral.

But her eyes?

There was something off.

Something tight.

Something Max couldn't quite place.

"Caroline?" she asked hesitantly.

Caroline blinked. Then, like a switch flipping, she forced a small smile. "What?"

Max narrowed her eyes. "You're acting weird."

Caroline scoffed. "Oh, please. You're the one who just got forehead-kissed by a hot guy and is now pretending you didn't like it."

Max flushed. "I'm not pretending anything!"

Sophie smirked. "Mmm-hmm."

Max turned back to Caroline. "But seriously. You okay?"

Caroline's smile tightened. "Yeah. Fine. Just… a long night. You know, all the rush and all."

Max studied her.

Because that didn't sound convincing.

At all.

And Caroline…

Caroline never got weird like this.

But before Max could push further—

Caroline turned away.

"Anyway," she said, suddenly overly casual, "shouldn't we be focusing on Earl instead of your hot romance?"

Max frowned. 'I knew it! Caroline fell for Alex, too. This will be fun. A threesome... Fuck! What the hell am I even thinking? Get a grip, Black. Arggg! My mind is a total mess.'

But before she could say anything, Han clapped his hands together. "Yes! Let us focus. But also, let us revisit the fact that Max now has a Sugar Daddy."

"HE IS NOT MY SUGAR DADDY!" Max yelled.

Oleg smirked. "He sure pays like one."

Max screamed into her hands.

And Caroline?

Caroline just stood there.

Watching.

Not saying anything.

And ignoring the weird little ache in her chest.

Because this wasn't jealousy.

Right?

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[Next day] [Morning]

Max was sprawled out on the couch, half-asleep, drooling slightly on a pillow when...

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

A loud knocking jolted her awake. She groaned, rubbing her eyes. "Ugh, if that's a landlord with an eviction notice, tell him we're already dead."

Caroline, who was much more awake and already sipping her morning coffee, rolled her eyes. "It's not the landlord. It's probably your boyfriend's assistant."

Max blinked. Then snorted. "Boyfriend? Pfft. Nah. That man is just a walking ATM with cheekbones."

Caroline sighed. "Please do not refer to the multi-millionaire funding our business as an ATM in front of his employee."

Max groaned, dragging herself off the couch. "Fine. But if she tries to sell me on a rich people loyalty program, I'm throwing a cupcake at her."

Caroline opened the door.

Standing in the doorway was Jane.

Jane was tall, blonde, and dressed in a sleek, no-nonsense suit. She carried a briefcase like a woman who had seen some things and wasn't impressed by anything anymore.

She took one look at Max—messy hair, an oversized t-shirt that said "I Can't Adult Today," and socks that didn't match—and let out the smallest sigh.

"Good morning," Jane said smoothly. "I'm here with the documents for the bakery transfer."

Max squinted. "Huh. You're exactly what I expected a billionaire's assistant to look like."

Jane blinked. "And you're exactly what I expected his business partner to look like."

Caroline choked on her coffee.

Max gasped dramatically. "I feel attacked, Jane!"

Jane did not react. Unshakable. Like a statue. Like a woman who had survived Alex Wilson's bullshit for years and could not be moved by human emotions. She sat on the couch, took the documents from her briefcase and gave them to Caroline after a brief introduction.

Caroline sighed, taking the documents. "Let's just get to work before Max ruins this with her mouth."

Max smirked. "Oh, honey, you should know by now... my mouth only makes things more exciting."

Jane raised an eyebrow. "Noted."

Caroline sat at the kitchen table, flipping through the paperwork like a responsible adult.

Max, on the other hand, was spinning a pen between her fingers, zoning out.

Caroline read every line while Max just glared at Jane. 'Look at her, nice boobs, nice ass, long legs. And she's his assistant. Sounds sus. Wait! Why am I thinking of this again? Arggg! That man...'

Jane sat patiently, completely unaffected by the nonsense.

Max yawned. "Okay, great. Everything looks good. Where do I sign?"

Caroline didn't even look up. "You are not signing anything until I finish reading."

Max groaned. "Ugh, what's the worst that could happen?"

Caroline shot her a look. "Worst case? You sign over your soul, your kidneys, and legal ownership of your future firstborn."

Max blinked. "Wait, rich people can do that?"

Jane, still emotionless, replied, "With the right lawyer, yes."

Max gasped. "I KNEW IT! RICH PEOPLE ARE SECRETLY RUNNING AN UNDERGROUND ORGAN TRADE!"

Caroline facepalmed. "Jesus Christ, Max, let me read."

[20 minutes later]

After Caroline thoroughly inspected every single page, she finally nodded.

"Okay. It's legit. No hidden organ-trading clauses. No weird billionaire traps."

Max sighed dramatically. "Ugh, finally! I was getting wrinkles waiting for this."

Jane handed her a pen. "Sign here."

Max signed.

Jane turned to Caroline. "And you, as co-owner."

Caroline signed.

Jane nodded, clicking her pen with military precision. "Congratulations. The bakery is officially yours."

Max beamed. "Hell yeah! We're businesswomen now. We're like… fancy, responsible adults!"

Caroline gave her a flat look. "You are currently wearing a shirt with a coffee stain shaped like... Nevermind."

Max looked down. "Oh. Neat."

Jane cleared her throat. "Now, for the next step—your bank account."

Caroline blinked. "Wait. Already? I thought it would take days to process the funds."

Jane shook her head. "Mr. Wilson had it pre-approved. The funds will be wired instantly."

Max whistled. "Damn. It must be nice to have 'pre-approved money moves' as a lifestyle."

Jane did not comment. She just handed Caroline a form.

Caroline grabbed her wallet, pulling out her perfectly normal, responsible personal debit card.

Max, meanwhile, leaned over Jane's shoulder, watching with unhinged fascination.

Jane typed something into her tablet. "Please verify the account number."

Caroline carefully read the form, making sure everything was correct. "Alright. All good."

Jane nodded and clicked one single button.

Ding!

Caroline's phone vibrated.

She pulled it out and scrolled through her banking app, her expression calm, composed, and unreadable.

Max, on the other hand, was vibrating with impatience.

"WELL?" she demanded, practically hanging over Caroline's shoulder. "DID IT GO THROUGH? ARE WE RICH NOW? CAN I THROW MONEY AT STRANGERS JUST TO FEEL SOMETHING?"

Caroline blinked.

Her lips parted slightly.

Then… she froze.

Max panicked.

"What? What?!" Max's hands flew to Caroline's shoulders, shaking her slightly. "WHAT DOES IT SAY? DID HE SCAM US? IS THIS A RICH PEOPLE PRANK? DID I ACCIDENTALLY SELL YOU TO A SECRET UNDERGROUND BILLIONAIRE SEX CLUB?!"

Caroline finally found her voice.

"…Max."

Max stopped. "Yeah?"

Caroline slowly turned her phone around, showing the screen.

Max leaned in, eyes scanning the numbers.

And then?

Her soul left her body.

Caroline Channing

Available Balance: $255,000.38

Max malfunctioned.

"THAT'S TOO MANY ZEROS."

Caroline stared blankly at the screen. "Max, I—Max. That's—Max, we actually have—"

"WE HAVE A QUARTER OF A MILLION DOLLARS," Max screamed.

Jane, completely unfazed by the breakdown happening before her, simply checked her watch. "As I mentioned, Mr. Wilson is very efficient."

Max was having an out-of-body experience.

Caroline was hyperventilating.

Jane took out her card and placed it on the little table before the couch, "If you need anything or face any problem, feel free to contact me." 

Then she left... Just like that.

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