Not Good For You

Rachel

I snap my head up quickly and almost crack my neck, when I hear the gravelly voice to see Jack standing in-front our table.

What the hell is he doing here? How did he find me?

"Wha... what? How did you even find out where I was?" I gasp.

Who does this guy think he is? Barging in on my date! What a stalker.

Jack ignores my question and asks a question of his own, "You plan on making him your boyfriend?"

"What's it to you? What are you doing here?"

Lewis is looking extremely uncomfortable now and I don't blame him, I would be too!

"Because I want you to be mine. I don't like repeating myself."

I stand up now, getting pissed off, "Listen, Jack, or whatever the hell your name is. I am on a date which has got nothing to do with you. You show up unannounced and try to ruin it when I've only met you twice and spoken to you on the phone! All times you were rude as hell. So I suggest you leave right now." I look towards one of the waiters, hoping they will notice and throw this dickhead out.

I am so angry! Who does he think he is?

"Talk to me like that again, woman, and I will be bending you over this table and spanking your fucking arse! Got it?"

My heart is pounding. Butterflies are flying around in my stomach and I'm pretty sure my knickers have just got wet.

"Wh... what the hell?" I sputter.

Jack grabs my hand roughly and starts to pull me away from the table.

"What do you think you are doing?" I gasp.

"What does it look like? Enough saying no to me. Let's go."

I start to laugh manically as other diners look up to see what the commotion is.

"Get off me!" I order Jack.

Of course, he doesn't do it though.

Lewis stands up too and steps towards us, "The lady told you to get off her." He squares up to Jack.

Jack's eyes flash with anger and his jaw clenches, his muscle in his jaw jumping. He turns his head towards Lewis and looks menacingly at him, "I suggest you fuck off, pal." He growls.

Lewis shrinks back and looks at me with wide eyes.

"You are causing a scene." I mutter to Jack.

"I don't give a fuck about causing a fucking scene."

I roll my eyes before turning to Lewis, "Give me a minute, please?" I ask him.

He nods slightly, looking perplexed and sits back down in his seat.
I yank my hand away from Jack's and storm past him towards the entrance of the Bistro.

I step out into the warm summer evening and take a deep breath. I turn to see Jack standing close behind me, a mixture of anger and lust behind his eyes.

"You can do so much better than him." Jack murmurs, dangerously close to me now.

My mouth goes dry and I feel like I can't talk.

"It's got nothing to do with you." I manage to get out.

"I told you, Rachel. When I see something I want, I get it. Now stop fucking around and get in." His wuss glance to his Ferrari that has just been pulled up in-front of the restaurant by the valet.

"You have got to be kidding me?"

"Does it look like I'm laughing?" He asks me, dead serious

"I'm on a date! I can't just leave him." I protest.

"Get. In."

I shake my head, feeling incredulously shocked by this hunk of a guy. Does he really think this treatment of women works?

"You have two options; you either get in the car of your own accord or I take you over my shoulder and put you in the car myself." Jack tells me.

I want to call his bluff but everything else he has done so far was so crazy, that I actually believe he will take me over his shoulder. I huff, throw him a dirty look and stomp towards his Ferrari.

I hear him chuckle behind me as his car doors unlock. He opens the passenger side for me and I try to climb into the sleek sports car as graciously as I can in a small dress.
He shuts the door behind me and climbs into the drivers side. He turns on the engine and we quickly speed off down the street.

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Authors note

Oooo where do you think he's taking her? Can he be trusted?