27. YOU’RE SWEATING. IT MUST BE HOT

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

I walked silently with his hands on the small of my back as he guided me to his black Lamborghini. I don’t know if it's

a Lambhorghini for sure, because I’m not that into cars, but I think this model came in just last month.

He has it already? And my parents wouldn’t even let me get a car. I didn’t even say I wanted a luxury car. Just a car.

He opens the front door for me and guides me to the passenger seat.

“Pretending to be a gentle man” I murmured underneath my breath and his palm stiffening was the only sign that he had heard me. He didn’t do anything about it though.

He just helps me sit and shut the door before heading to the driver’s seat.

He drives off and I refuse to acknowledge how good it felt to be riding in a luxury car. Even on our side of town, we had luxury cars and LUXURY cars. I’ve been in luxury cars before but this was sick. I took out my phone and texted Chloe to let her know I was safe and then I shared my location with her.

"If you're planning to do anything wicked to me, you had better change your mind. I just sent my location to Chloe and Dad." I warn him.

"If I'm going to be doing wicked things to you, trust me, you will love every single second of it, baby girl." He chuckles.

I shut up. I'm not going to think about that.

He turns on the radio and Gwen Stefani’s voice fills the car, singing 'Luxurious'. He drives downhill and the ride is silent except for Gwen Stefani’s voice singing, of course.

I looked around at the neighborhood from the window in fascination. I had come here for games before, but it was a long time ago and I didn't really bother looking around. I was busy chatting with my cheer team instead. I sighed at the thought of that but kept watching.

It was nice seeing kids riding bicycles in their front yards. The houses were just one-story buildings or two storeys. A group of students our age stare at the car in admiration as we pass them.

We stop at a convenience store and Kieran asks me to wait inside. He gets down and head inside. A guy is smoking in front of the shop and looking into space. I wondered what he was so engrossed in?

Kieran is in and out in a minute with a grocery bag.

“What is this?” I ask as he hands it to me.

“Why don’t you see instead of asking?” He asks

I rolled my eyes and opened the bag.

“Um, glasses and a mask?” I raised my brow as he started the car and began driving. We were going fast so we could meet the hacker before he ran away.

“What were you expecting? Flowers and jewelry?”

“Of course not. I already said this isn’t a date.”

“This isn’t my idea of a date. You’d know clearly if it were.”

“Oh yeah, you’d be sure to flaunt daddy’s money really well? Take me shopping in Paris? A yacht to sea. Maybe we can go to Italy Mm..?” I rolled my eyes.

The car came to a halt immediately and I jerked back hard. I wasn’t wearing my seat belt.

“Yo, dude. You're literally going to cause my death if you don't...” I began saying and putting my seat belt on, but when I turned to click it on, his face was right in front of me.

“No, I don’t take girls out on dates. Instead, I’ll take you somewhere secluded, grab you by the hair and bend you over the nearest surface before I fuck you so hard you’ll scream my name and see stars when you come.” He says, his eyes never leaving mine

I swallow and laugh awkwardly, pressing my thighs together. It comes out with a high pitch and he smirks knowingly. He still doesn’t move back though.

“We better get moving.” I said and ran my hands through my hair.

“Put on the nose mask and glasses. Someone might recognize you.” He says before moving back, and I release a shaky breath I didn’t know I was holding.

Holy shit, these situations with Kieran were getting out of hand. Was that hair grabbing specific? Was he referring to me in particular or all his other girls in general? Did he grab every girl's hair? Did he think of me like that whenever he grabbed mine too?

And why am I saying other girls like I am one of his sexual partners who is jealous? I mean I'm not anything like that. He's just a family friend who I also happen to absolutely detest to the core. I was not his sexual partner. That’s all. Yes

I turned to look at him but he was already looking at me.

“What?” I ask.

He grabs my hand suddenly.

“You are absolutely insane if you think I’m going to just sit here and let you touch me like that...” A sound clicks and my seat belt is locked in.

“You seemed distracted, so I was helping you. What are you thinking about?” He corks a brow

“I umm… nothing.” I said hurriedly.

“I might think you’re suggesting something if you keep looking at me like that.”

I whipped my head away and looked out the window. My face was burning with heat.

“You’re sweating. It must be hot.” He turns on the air conditioning.

The little smirk on the corner of his lips said he knew damn well he was affecting me.

“Mask and glasses.” He reminds me

“Okay” I breathed. I take out the mask and put it on with the glasses. Something else is in the bag. A cheap necklace and a rose-shaped vibrator.

He was mocking me. I refuse to entertain him by commenting on these insulting things.

I throw them into the back seat instead.

“You don’t like them?” He teases

“No, I'm not the kind of girl you can get to spread her legs with cheap jewelry and a vibrator. But that’s totally Aunt Stella’s style. I'd say her son got it for her. Do you think she’ll like the gift?” I asked, trying to rile him up, and hit him where it hurt, but he's still calm. Now , I feel bad for saying that about Aunty Stella. Uhhh i didn't deserve her.

“Probably not.” He chuckles.

We arrived at the café and got down. The café is a small building with a natural earth and water aesthetic. It had coffee and food on the outside and the inside was the internet café. It was pretty cute and cottagey. People already know we are from the hills from the car and our school uniform.

No one is in the Internet café by the time we get there.

“He’s gone.” I said and exhaled, running my hands through my hair. We wasted too much time.

Kieran sits at a computer and logs in before he starts inputting some weird commands and alphabets and numbers fill the screen.

“I can still retrieve his data, but it’ll take some time.”

A worker approached us.

“Um, sir. excuse Someone is already using this computer. He’s gone out to bathroom break but he’ll back soon. His time has not yet expired”

“Okay,” Kieran says.

“Get us burgers and coke. We’d use the back machines.”

“Okay.” The man says and leaves.

Kieran guided me to the back and we had a seat.

“So what are we going to do whilst we wait for him?”

“I have a few ideas….” He whispers into my ears.