The Chauffeur [Complete]

Chapter 38

After dinner, we walked back the way we came. "Can I drive?" I asked once the Ferrari was in view.

"No."

I pushed my lips out into a pout, staring up at him with big, hopeful eyes. "Please?" He was getting ready to refuse again until I placed my palms on his chest and bit my lip. "I promise not to crash."

"Fine."

He took my hand back in his. I squealed excitedly, having wanted to be in the driver's seat the moment I laid eyes on the Ferrari.

He brought me around to the driver's side and opened the door. I didn't say a word as he buckled me in. As soon as my door was closed, I gripped the steering wheel and grinned. I forgot what it feels like to be in the front seat. How riveting.

Rade got in, and I held out my hand. He seemed hesitant. Nervous. He lifted his hips to retrieve the keys from his pocket. The car was a push to start, but I wanted to see if he'd actually give me the keys.

He dropped them into my hand. "Don't fuck up my car, Celeste."

I rolled my eyes and put the key into the ignition. I twisted it, and it roared to life. I took my time as I pulled out onto the road. At first, it felt super weird. I felt like I was sixteen years old all over again.

But then, when I was starting to get more comfortable behind the wheel, it was like I'd never stopped driving.

Rade instructed me every now and then, his voice calm. "Slow down, baby." I slowed down just as we reached the red light. He seemed less anxious now. "Good girl."

The light turned green, and my foot was back on the gas. I made a right turn before being trapped by another red light.

"Hey, mami," someone greeted from in the black Porsche to the left of me. A group of college guys in Polos winked and made kissy faces at me. "I got something better you can ride," the blond in the passenger's seat said.

His friends all laughed, seeming to find his immature comment hilarious. I ignored them, sensing the anger radiating from Rade.

I put my hand on his knee, glancing at him. "It's okay, baby." He looked ready to kill those boys. The muscle in his jaw was clenched, his hands balled into tight fists.

"Hey!" The guy called. "I'm talking to you."

"Celeste," Rade said lowly, seething. He was losing patience. And fast.

"Do you trust me?"

"You know I do."

I smiled at him. "Good. Then be a good boy, and let me handle these capullos(assholes)."

I turned my attention to the blond stranger, flashing him with a cheeky smile. "I'm sorry. Were you talking to me?"

"Yeah," he said with a nod and smirk. "Why don't you come over here and let me show you what a real man can do for you."

"A real man?" I scoffed a laugh. "If you're such a real man, then race me."

His blue eyes lit up at the challenge. "Right now?"

"Right now."

"What do I get if I win?" He asked, eyeing me up and down.

I wanted to throw up. "I'll give you whatever you want." His friends hooped and hollered. I didn't even tell him what I wanted if I won because there wasn't a single thing this little ass boy could offer me.

"Deal," he'd said, holding out his hand for me to shake.

I just eyed it before looking away. The moment the light turned green, they took off. I drove the speed limit and dialed 9-1-1. I informed the operator that the black Porsche -I gave them the license, and the highway we were on- was speeding. I didn't forget to mention that they were underage college students who appeared to have been drinking before ending the call.

Rade, realizing what I had done, smiled. It was a full smile, as gorgeous and heart-stopping as the first time he'd done it. I knew he was proud.

"Good boy, huh?" He questioned the moment we stepped foot in the house.

My cheeks warmed. I should've known he wasn't going to be too happy about that. I bent down to take off my shoes. I was undoing the straps when I realized he was now standing before me.

I slowly lifted my head to meet his dark gaze. "We both know I'm far from a boy."

I did. I really did.

"Do I?" I teased.

I instantly regretted it when he grasped my jaw roughly. His thumb brushed my lips before being pushed into my mouth. "Suck," he demanded.

I did. I sucked him as if it were his cock in my mouth, tasting the faint salt on his skin.

"Now is not the time to provoke me, Celeste. I have no issue calling your hubby and making him watch me fuck every one of your tight holes."

Is that really a threat?

His head tilted. "Though, I'm pretty sure my little whore would love that. Wouldn't she?"

"Mhm," I hummed.

He knows me so well.

He withdrew his thumb from my mouth and had me stand. I searched his eyes, hoping he might just carry out his threat.

He didn't. "Get some rest, Celeste."

"I'm not tired."

The look in his eyes told me he wasn't tired either. In fact, he had plenty of energy to burn. He cupped my cheek, caressing it softly. "Mikrí fotiá(Little fire)," he said softly, hinting at a warning.

I leaned into his touch, craving more. "Come to my bed."

He looked like he was fighting something. He took a breath. "Not tonight."

"Even if it's just to sleep?"

He grinned. "You and I both know we won't be getting any sleep."

I did know that. Which is why I wanted him in my bed. He pulled away from me, his warmth replaced by coldness. My need for him increased greatly. I was on the verge of tears.

"Goodnight, Celeste," he said, slowly making his way up the stairs as if every step caused him pain.

"Don't 'goodnight, Celeste' me, la madre que te parió(motherfucker)," I bit out, sexually frustrated. "I want some dick." I was so touch-deprived that I didn't have time to be embarrassed by my vulgar confession.

Rade ignored me, leaving me with nothing but my hand and thoughts to quell the ache between my thighs. A string of Spanish curses fly out of my mouth. This divorce is taking forever. I don't know how much longer I can take.