CHAPTER 14
“Its only…nine. I can take a cab,” the thought of being on that bike with him was sickening enough.
“I said get on the f*****g bike Vivian. You don’t want to make me angry, do you?” his voice remained dangerously calm.
Swallowing back the chills, I stepped on bike, placing the bag on my lap so as to avoid any form of contact with him. The twenty minute drive to Greta’s place seemed to have stretched to years. But once we arrived, I quickly scrambled off, a huge upsurge of relief sweeping over my tensed muscles.
“See, that wasn’t so bad, now was it?” he grinned, but it was not as infectious as it used to be back in college.
“Yeah,”
“So when should I expect you back babe?”
“Over the weekend,”
He tapped his chin thoughtfully with his gloved hand but
