ALICE
“Okay, can you tell me where we are going?”
I ask him.
He is already carrying the picnic basket and smirking evilly at me.
“You will know eventually, little wife”, he says, winking at me.
[I hate his guts, damn it. He always has the audacity to annoy me.]
“Perv” I said, and followed him.
Every time I see him, his vehicle changes. It is not that I see him often, but whenever I see him it keeps changing.
Well, it must be a normal thing for a billionaire like him. He can afford whatever he wants.
He instructs his driver to hand him the keys and there we go again, both of us on a ride.
Last time he chose to drive me to that party, I could hardly forget it. I hope this time it won’t be that enjoyable and memorable. I don’t want to make any more memories with him.
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