Chapter 3

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If I was going to play this right I needed a plan. And it most likely involved getting slightly naked. Not completely naked, obviously, just you you know slightly.
"Where are we going?"I asked sleepily.
No answer.
"Typical, prick" I mumbled.
His eyes flickered towards me for a second then turned his eyes back to the road.
"Your annoying as fuck, you know that?" He snapped.
"Oh my god! Did you know I don't care!" I said in my most bitchy sarcastic voice I could.
"What did I tell you, don't try anything" he said, raising an eyebrow at me.
"Whatever" I scoffed, crossing my arms and letting my head lean against the window.
"Where are we going anyway?" I asked suddenly.
"Barbados" he replied curtly.
"Why Barbados?" I questioned. Now I'm curious as to why I was going to a different country. And in winter clothes at that. If I was going to Barbados, I was going in style. Which meant...
"SHOPPING SPREE!" I yelled suddenly, causing the iceman to jump slightly, and it earned me a glare and I gave him a pointed look.
"What are you going on about?" He huffed.
"Well considering the fact that I'm not dressed properly for a trip to Barbados, when we get to Key West, Florida. I'm going on a shopping spree" I said nonchalantly, waving my hand carelessly.
"Like hell you are" he said, annoyed.
"And your gonna stop me? Ha, you must be out of your mind" I laughed, mockingly at him.
"Hmm, what will I need for a trip to Barbados?" I hummed.
"You're not going on a shopping spree" he said firmly.
"If you want me to cooperate with you then you should probably let me do the spree" I said sassily.
"Fine" he growled.
"How'd those words taste coming out of your mouth" I said.
"Shut it" he responded.
I laughed at that point. I looked forward and saw we were just passing into Orlando. I caught a glimpse of the speedometer and it read...
"105!" I gasped. I knew this car was fast but I didn't know how fast. All of a sudden I didn't feel too good.
"Ughh" I groaned.
"What is it now?" He huffed.
"Slow down" I murmured.
"Why?" He asked looking over at me.
"If you keep going this fast, I'm gonna puke up everything all over you" I said irritated. I noticed that we were already past Orlando. I looked up and saw a highway sign that said 'Key West 65 miles'.
"Thank God" I whispered when I felt the vehicle slow down quite a bit.

The next time I woke up we were rolling to a stop in front of a huge mall. Thank goodness I didn't upchuck in the car, and the color came back to my face.
"Why are we here?" I asked, my head still fuzzy from just waking up.
"At a mall" he replied.
"For?" I asked.
"Your shopping spree" he said.
"Oh yea" I said.
We went inside and after trying on endless bikinis I finally settled on about seven bikinis to buy.
"Do you really need that many?" He said, annoyed. When is he ever not annoyed.
"Yes" I said , like a smartass.
"Hurry up" he snapped, shooting a glare my way.
I stuck my tongue out at him and continued shopping for clothes and shoes and whatnot.
I happened to be walking past a Victoria's Secret and glanced at the hot guy on the bench people watching, but also looking in the opposite direction that I was in. So I quickly slipped into the sexy store and went shopping for some lacy and racy undergarments and sexy lingerie, like the sexual pajamas and such. When I left the store I'm sure I spent a good 300$ in that store.
"Its probably the only chance I'll get to get his attention" I muttered to myself as I walked back to the bench he was at.
"OK I'm ready to go" I stated.
He looked up at me and stood up.
"'Bout damn time" he muttered.
When we got back to the car I shoved my bags into the trunk and climbed in.
"Were not stopping until were in Barbados, OK?" He said, to confirm with me.
"Yea" I said softly, "wake me when we get there" I mumbled sleepily. I promptly leaned back my seat, curled up and was starting to fall asleep but not before I heard him whisper.
"I'm going to make you mine, Morgan, mine, whether your dressed in a bikini or those sexy lace outfits" he whispered.
That's the last I heard before I fell into a deep and satisfied sleep.

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