Friday
Today I was going to California... Today I was going to be trapped inside a car with Zak. Whereas most women would swoon at the idea, I had become quiet nervous.
His car pulled up outside of mine, not wanting to show him around my small almost pathetic home, compared to his mansion. I made sure I was ready and soon made my way out to his car carrying my camera equipment and small suitcase. I decided against the holdall, being in a posh hotel, I didn't see it being acceptable.
I watched as Mr. Smooth got out of his polished to perfection Mercedes and gave me a smile "Good morning."
"Hey." I replied weakly taking in the baggy black jeans, black shirt and glasses. As much as I hated to admit it, this look of his was growing on me. He loaded my things in beside his case and closed the trunk turning to me.
"Ready for this little road trip?" He asked smoothing his hand over the back of the car.
My mind replayed the dream.. Instead of his hand touching the car, he was running his hand up my leg... I shook myself and my legs to rid myself of any joy I had began to get and smiled "Sure am."
"Let's hit the road then." He replied.
I got in the passenger seat and closed the door taking in beauty of the car from the inside. I was jealous, for sure. But I also loved my little car.
Pulling away I turned my attention to the outside of the car, avoiding any urge to look at Zak, his cologne and the closeness of his body was enough, let alone looking at that chiseled jaw. I froze up as his arm came across my body.
"Put your belt on.. I'm a pretty safe driver, the same can't be said for everyone else."
"Oh.. Sorry." I replied putting it on quickly.
My eyes tore to his face when I heard a chuckling, frowning I tried to work out what had caused him to laugh when he spoke "We've shared a bed, we work together and we have had more incidents than I can count. Yet you're pinned to that side of the car... I don't bite."
Looking down at myself, realised what he meant and moved over on my seat a little "Sorry."
"Stop apologising." He spoke with a little authority making me lower my head. "What's got into you?"
"It's nothing." I replied waving it off before looking out my window again.
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My eyes cracked open to see the sky and clouds, looking over I watched Zak driving for a little while, maybe it was the way he held the wheel? Or how he controlled the car and made it look easy? Or even how the muscles in his arm moved at even the slightest of movements? I just found it impossible to look away.
"Welcome back.. Once you've finished staring." He spoke before looking at me with a little grin.
"I wasn't.." I mumbled trying to stretch myself out.
"We will stop at the next gas station, I'm busting for the toilet and a drink. You can get out and stretch your legs then." He replied.
"Okay. Why didn't you wake me? I'm sorry for being rude and falling asleep like that." I apologised rubbing my eyes.
"You apologise too much.. As for why I didn't wake you? Why would I? You must have needed the sleep and felt comfortable enough to sleep." He pointed making me shrug, hell he was right there. I must have felt comfortable enough to sleep, I was just glad no dreams happened.
"I guess after the way I was raised, I find myself always at fault." I replied.
"It must have been hard.." He answered.
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Splintered Hearts
Hayran Kurgu"What exactly is your problem?!" I snapped throwing the file down on the hood of the car. My patiences with him were gone. I was mad, in fact I was seething with him! "My problem?! My f**king problem is you!" He growled jabbing his finger at me. In...
