It feels like I stay there for hours, if not days. Okay, I’m exaggerating. It’s probably been fifteen minutes, but I’m restless. I move around and I accidently hit the boot a few times before I realise someone might hear.
Shit.
A commotion comes from outside. I can hear Cole’s and Ronan’s voices, but I can’t make out what they’re saying.
Soon after, all the voices disappear and the car starts moving.
Thank God.
By the time it stops again, I’m so ready to give Cole a piece of my mind.
He opens the boot and I blink a few times to readjust my vision.
We’re at the park.
The bastard knows where to take me to lessen my anger. He removes the gag and I swallow all the drool that’s gathered in my mouth.
Cole undoes my wrists. I push him away as I try to free my ankles, but I end up making the knots tighter.
A chuckle rips from him as he takes over the task. “Stay still.”
Once I’m no longer tied, I jump out of the boot and punch him in the chest. “What if I was claustrophobic, you arsehole?”
“You aren’t. You hide in your closet every time you write in your journals.”
My lips part. “Y-you know about them?”
“Maybe.”
Oh. My. God.
He’s not supposed to. Why the hell does he even know about them?
“How far did you read?”
“All.”
“You…you…you’re such a pervert!”
“Not as much as your entries about me lately.”
My cheeks heat to a deep shade of red. “Shut up.”
“Why? Are you shy you admitted that night-time is your favourite time of the day?”
“Whatever.” I fold my arms. “If you do that to me again, you’ll read about the black magic and the voodoo doll I’m preparing for you.”
He grabs me by the arm and tugs me close so I end up flush against his front. “If you say you hate me again, this will only keep escalating.”
“Escalating?”
“Uh-huh,” he whispers against the shell of my ear. “And that includes the fucking journal.”
I push away from him, about to get into the passenger seat, but he doesn’t release me.
Cole throws me into the back seat, closes the door, and pulls my dress up.
“S-someone will see,” I breathe out even as my legs wrap around his waist the moment he yanks his trousers down.