All Because Of Him

forty seven.

"Where are you taking me?" I ask for the third time since I've been in his car.

He's been driving for nearly ten minutes now, dodging each and every one of my questions. My mind keeps racing, thinking over every possible place he could be taking me.

I look out the window towards the bowling alley, maybe he's taking me there? But who would he want me to meet at the bowling alley? I feel a tad bit disappointed as he drives past it, I was wrong yet again.

Ugh, none of this was making sense.

Mason sighs from my question and directs his head towards me for a quick moment.

"You really can't stand the thought of not knowing can you?"

"I'm just curious about who you want me to meet." I can't help but admire the man sitting next to me as I spoke.

His left hand remains on the steering wheel while the other rests upon the center console of his black Range Rover. 

My eyes watch him as he drives, everything he does makes the area in between my legs start to pulsate.

He didn't even have to look at me, and here I am imagining myself jumping over on top of him.

"Like what you see?" He pulls me from my trance and licks his lips just before curving them upwards. I shift in my seat and glue my eyes forward, watching the road in front of me.

"Are we almost there?" I ask him, ignoring his question. He turns right toward an empty street and presses down on the gas. The car roars down the road and I grip my hands tight around both sides of my seat.

"You know if you wanted to kill me you could have just done it at the house." I joke.

"If I wanted to kill you don't you think it would have been smart to do so while we were locked in a garage for hours?"

I can see the amusement on his face as he looks over at me before he slowly presses on the brakes and turns into a parking lot.

I look around to try and distinguish where this man can be taking me, but the only thing I see across the lot is a bar.

"We're here." He says as he takes the keys out of the ignition. He opens his door and just as I'm about to say something he closes it shut.

I follow after him, getting out of the car and look up at the neon sign ahead of us that reads Freddie's Bar. At least I think that's what it says, more than half the letters in the sign are broken.

I shake my head, this can't be where he's taking me.

I look over at Mason and then at the bar once more, he doesn't seem to take note of my reaction. Instead, he pops open the trunk to his car and I feel a drop of disappointment when I realize that it is in fact the place.

Out of all the places I thought of I never imagined a bar.

"Is this the place?" I ask him for confirmation as his hand reaches in his trunk and pulls out a grey sweatshirt.

"Put this on." He says to me, ignoring my question. His arms extend, trying to give me the sweatshirt and all I do is stare at it.

"Mason, it's hot as hell outside I don't need a sweatshirt." It's nearly 90 degrees out and this man tries to give me more clothing?

He huffs form my words and pushes it further towards me, not taking no for an answer.

"I wasn't asking." He says, his tone stiff.