Sequel to 'Choices'.
When he said, "It's no where near enough-" he really did mean it after all.
Hardin Scott has held a stunning record at breaking hearts, especially when he is served Theresa Young's.
Bleeding in love, Tessa has concluded that pe...
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TRIGGER WARNING: Mature Sexual content ahead, please skip if you're uncomfortable.
"Why don't you hold on to it?" Hardin speaks with a soft tone, looking forward at the road as he drives.
"You do know what it means when you ask a lady to hold on to a ring, right?" I raise my eyebrows with an amused smirk.
He doesn't turn to look at me, but he smiles boyishly, shaking his head gently.
"I need to have Wattpad uninstalled from your phone, your La La Lands are joining together to form a massive island." He says with a playful frown on his forehead.
I laugh out lightly, looking down at the metal in my palm. On careful inspection, I realise it's actually quite beautiful. It's a single thin, metal band, platinum from the looks of it with a stone shining brightly on the center. I don't want to think it's diamond but then why would Hardin Scott settle for any less.
"Why were you carrying a ring in the first place?" I ask curiously, examining his side profile.
"When I was in London, our old real estate agent contacted me- there were few important items of worth left behind after my grandparents passed away." He mutters dryly.
"And you were just running around with this important item of worth in your back pocket. Huh." I nod sarcastically, but still fazed about he can be so casual with such an expensive heirloom.
"I thought I'll tuck it away or give it to Brit or something." He replies nonchalantly.
My mouth drops into an o.
He wanted to give it to Brit. Brit, is his sister. This ring is- sister material.
It does make sense, but it also makes me feel weird because I just created a moment with it. Oh god.
"Brit should have it actually, she's more entitled to it." I say with a straight voice, trying to hide my fazement.
"I decide who's entitled to what. Keep it." He clips decisively without even glancing at me.
"But Har-"
"If you make me repeat myself one more time, I'm going to pull up the very next second, take you on the hood of this car and make you beg to have that piece of jewellery." He turns to look at me with a strong, unflinching face, that shuts me up instantly.
My breath chokes in my throat, face flushing unchecked warmth and the burning intensity of Hardin's eyes makes my squeeze my thighs together, as the memories of my first orgasm not minutes ago enters my headspace.
