DREY
I composed myself and hope for all things holly that this car ride would not turn into a fucking disaster.
Raking my fingers through my hair "Fuck." What am I doing?
The look in her eyes just now...
Fuck. It drove a knife into my goddamned heart, bloody deep.
This woman is driving me crazy.
Making me do things that even surprise me.
The reaction she gets out of me, couldn't get more obvious. And I am nothing obvious.
Everything's just too overwhelming sometimes.
Her scent...
Her braveness...
that shit turns me the fuck on.
And don't even get me started with how I fucking love the way she moves.
And fuck I needed to get my shit together and not stand here like a fucking moron.
Adjusting my tie, I made my way to the car where Loraine is now currently seated by the shutgon seat.
I was halfway to the driver's side of the car when I thought of something crucial that I might as well take a time to check.
I backtracked to Loraine's side of the car
I then proceeded to open her side's part of door.
Revealing a slightly surprised but still somehow infuriated-looking Loraine.
"I'd like to check your seatbelt, May I?" I hoped I looked put together for when it comes to her, I tend to lose my shit.
Damn, I don't even know if I have my shit together right now in this proximity with her.
Taken aback by my statement her mouth hung slightly open.
Cute
"Well?" I urged.
"F-fine." She said turning red as she looked away. "What am I a baby?,"
My baby, that, you are. I thought.
Fucking corny Starnton... keep it up asshole.
"No. But this is crucial for your safety."
"Do you do this to every other women you've been with?"
How many women does she even think I had a relationship with?
"Sorry to disappoint you, but, No. I don't do driving any woman in my car, or anyone in that case. Do I look like a driver to you?" I said as I looked into her eyes...
so mesmerizing--
"I'm Drey fucking Stranton baby, not your typical dude." And winked at her for good measure.
"Liar." I heard her say after I was done and closed her door.
I just shook my head in response.
***The drive to work***
I was driving slower than I normally would.
For no reason in particular... or so I'd like to think.
"I'll pick you up by 6 pm after work and we'll have a dinner out tonight," I said to break the ice.
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