CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
27. YOU’RE SWEATING. IT MUST BE HOT
I walked silently with his hands on the small of my back as he guided me to his black Lamborghini. I don’t know if it's
a Lambhorghini for sure, because I’m not that into cars, but I think this model came in just last month.
He has it already? And my parents wouldn’t even let me get a car. I didn’t even say I wanted a luxury car. Just a car.
He opens the front door for me and guides me to the passenger seat.
“Pretending to be a gentle man” I murmured underneath my breath and his palm stiffening was the only sign that he had heard me. He didn’t do anything about it though.
He just helps me sit and shut the door before heading to the driver’s seat.
He drives off and I refuse to acknowledge how good it felt to be riding in a lux
