Hands Tied [Mature 18+]

chapter 3

I step back. My wide eyes meeting the smirking face of Finn Walton. The last person I expected to see here, adding to my already garbage of a night.

Without thinking I grab his wrist and pull him outside and around the corner.

"Ooo public sex? I'm in," Finn jokes.

I turn to him and swat his arm. Then, I push him to the wall and step back.

"Not a joking matter," I say coldly, tears threatening to spill.

"Yet you're the one with me against the wall."

I go to swat him again and he grabs my wrist which elicits a gasp from me and my eyes meet his. I always knew he was attractive, but I also knew that at every family dinner he had a new girl. I now focus on how some of his dark brown hair sticks to his face, how his hazel eyes meet mine and how his tattooed hand is wrapped around my wrist.

I struggle.

"Let me go, you deserved it," I grit out.

"And you deserve to be punished," He tightens his grip on my wrist.

With that his swings me around to replace him against the wall. And steps closer so my hand is now above my head. Yet another gasp leaves my mouth.

"Stop. I came out here to talk," I look down, the tears of my night and the embarrassment fill my eyes.

He immediately, like a reflex, grabs my chin so I'm looking up at him. I watch his eyes change to confusion and care.

"What's wrong little Olive?" He says, searching my eyes.

"Can we go? I can't be here. Can I buy you a coffee? I'm so sorry about this," I ramble.

He let's go of me completely and slides his hand into mine.

"C'mon love I know a place,"

I call Angel as we walk, she answers and locks herself into a closet. I tell her I'm sorry and I ran into a friend who would take me home, explaining that I can't see my fiancé like that. She understands, giggling about some girl she met. I laugh, and tell her to text me when she's home, and that I'll be watching her location.

By the time the call ends, I've been led to a gun metal grey Audi. My eyes go wide. I look around and notice the S8 on the back.

I would marry this car.

"You like it?" Finn chuckles.

I nod meekly. It's actually one of my dream cars, I just felt insecure saying so in my current state.

He notices and leads me to the passenger side and opens the door. I step in and look at him. Finn takes his jacket off and draps it over me, he must've noticed my shivering before I did.

He takes a breath, as if he's trying to stay in control. And without a word, he closes the door and walks around to get in to the driver's seat.

The drive is silent. He knew I wouldn't talk and he's not making me. After 15 minutes, we pull into a 24/7 diner. He opens my door, taking my hand once again, the silent tears evident on my face. He then takes his jacket and adjusts it so it is over my shoulders, I look up and smile in appreciation.

Unexpectedly, he puts his hand up to my face and strokes my lower lip with his thumb. He then makes a face of realization before he quickly drops his hand and nods his head for me to follow him.

The diner is pretty much empty, just a couple of stragglers. Most are sipping coffee over the newspaper or drunk. I watch as he smiles at the older woman behind the counter and leads me to a booth.