Vivacious Rose

1 - Autumn

"You've gotta be kidding me," I frustratedly sighed when my vehicle shut down in the middle of the highway. I tried moving into the other lane when I saw my dash light up like a Christmas tree and ding annoyingly at me, but everyone refused to let me over.

I put on my hazards and groaned as I eyed the cars honking and flipping me the bird while passing by. "Like this is my fault, assholes," I hissed, then prayed I wouldn't get rammed from behind—no pun intended.

I bought this vehicle about two weeks ago, and it's been a lemon ever since. My alternator went the very first day I had it. Two days later, my radiator blew. Then, just two days ago, my water pump went, and an axle broke. I know nothing about cars, so I can only imagine what's wrong with my car this time.

I'm not even dressed to push my car out of the way to the side of the road. I'm wearing three-inch heels and a low-cut, backless, short dress.

I'd call Holden, my boyfriend of four years, to save me, but I'm pretty sure he's busy, and I'm one hundred percent sure we're over. After he called a couple of hours ago claiming a ton of work had been piled on him at the last minute and he had to cancel our plans, I felt terrible he had to work through dinner, and being the good girlfriend I was, I went to surprise him by bringing dinner. Instead, I was the one who got the surprise.

When Holden wasn't where he said he'd be, and I couldn't find him anywhere in the building, I said fuck it and left. Then, when I couldn't find my car, I realized I was parked two rows over. As I started heading to the row where I was parked, I spotted his car and headed to it. That's when I found him inside his vehicle receiving a blowjob from a coworker of his, who's also his father's secretary, Jaiden—a woman I've questioned Holden about numerous times because of how she'd treat me whenever I'd go to see him or meet him for lunch.

He always told me I was imagining things and that my suspicions of Jaiden wanting him were all in my head. Well, that was a lie, and now I know it wasn't my mouth he wanted head from; it was hers.

I should've opened the door and confronted them, busting him with his lies, but I didn't. I dropped the food by his car instead, went home, changed into something provocative, and left to head where I knew my friends were hanging out—our favorite nightclub.

I was so furious and hurt that I wanted to get drunk and whip the night up to help me forget Holden and I were ever a couple. I wanted to take selfies of me having the night of my life in the dress Holden constantly drooled over and then send those photos to him, taunting him about what he'll never have again.

Cars continued to drive by and honk. I didn't know who to call. I sure wasn't calling Holden; my friends were already at the club drinking and dancing, and my parents lived six hours away.

So, since I had to do something before I got hit and killed sitting in my car on the highway, I put my car in neutral and started pushing it.

While trying to push four thousand pounds of aluminum, plastic, and steel, I flipped off the cars passing by, honking at me like it was my fault my piece of shit SUV stalled where it did. You'd think someone would pull over to help a woman in need, but no. They'd rather drive by and honk like the selfish assholes they are.

Finally, I noticed headlights slowly creeping up on me, and then I heard the vehicle stop. I turned my head sideways to see if it was a cop. It wasn't. It was the exact vehicle that had driven past just five minutes earlier. I recognized the car and its owner and groaned.

Sighing, I turned back around and lowered my head when the driver's door opened, and a familiar deep voice that melts your panties every time he spoke asked, "Autumn, is that you?"