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CHAPTER-19 MOI SHRINE

POV : Ashleigh

"Let's go" he said, smirking.

Good. Here I come Jade.

"Sunset Boulevard.." I began sprouting the address to Jade's place.

"I know, doll" he said, effectively cutting me off. Hate it when people do that. Seriously don't they know something called 'let me finish'.

"The night's just starting." He said, now full-fledgedly grinning.

"You said that already" I murmured and then a bit louder I said, "Can I go back to Jade's now?"

"When I say the night's young, it means I'm not letting you go for a very, very long time."

His words were filled with so much promise, I almost choked in anticipation.

I knew throwing a fit wouldn't work.

"Let me just go home !" I wailed.

Hell, I tried anyway.

"Keep that going and I'll straddle you" he threatened me, putting his aviators on.

He must have caught on to my horrified expression because he gave me one of his hearty chuckles and revved the engine. "Let's go baby" he said patting the steering wheel. Wow. It was bloody amazing, the words of endearments guys gave to their cars.... I won't ever understand.

I'd once gone on a date with a guy who called his run down Toyota Prius, 'Coochie Bagel'.

These guys were bordering on insanity. Thank god they were granted their smoldering hot looks.

"I bet my arse on this V8 that you'll enjoy this night." He said pulling onto the road. His eyes gleaming like he's witty.

"Oh, shut it turd. I know its a V12. Stop bragging." I said rolling my eyes.

He looked at me, his face (oh, whatever part of it that wasn't covered with his spanking awesome aviators) awash with surprise.

"What?" I said raising my brow. Challenging him to say anything even remotely sexist about girls and cars.

Instead he surprised me by saying, "I love how you're one of those girls who enjoys wholesome Indian chicken and knows a buttload about cars." Wow he could compliment people with not very cheesy lines.

But he had to prove his douchecanoe worth and say, "I might finally be rubbing off on you."

I snorted, "You wish".

My dad's passion is cars and machines. There's nothing new there that Montgomery's going to teach me. "No, really, you should spend more time with me. It'll do you a world of good." He continued his banter.

I had to break his so-called "I'm the world, bitch" streak.

So I slid from my seat into his lap. The Aventador could be shifted into auto and it just had a paddle for a gear box.

"Whoa. Whoa. Whoa..." he said, startled to death. I smirked and opened the first few buttons of his light blue button down.

I bent forward and began trailing tiny kisses on his chest. His hands were around me to get to the steering and they tensed so much I thought his veins were going to pop out.

I shivered and reached his neck, making sure I was not blocking his view of the road. I didn't want to turn this into The Final Destination - 7.

I drew back to look at his reaction. His aviators had fallen off at some point and his eyes were glued to the road. His posture suggested he was helpless. I smirked wider at that and made sure to wet my lips before I dove back in to reach his ear lobe. I bit down on it roughly. He moaned.