Silently, we stared at the road ahead. Even though he was driving more than the speed limit, which in normal circumstances I would have had a severe panic attack. At the moment, I didn’t care; I was fuming about our confusing exchange. How did things go from one thing to the other? It was hot and cold in a drop of a hat. We were more unpredictable than a toddler’s tantrum.
We were now driving into the canyons. The lampposts were severe and far in between, so he had to switch his high beams on. The canyons usually gave me a dizzy spell from the swift and sharp turns, and how the cars usually run unusually fast, but compared to how this guy was driving, he looked like he took his driving way too seriously. Each time he switched gears, I noticed that he pressed his lips together.
The engine started to have the muffled sound as the car started to slow down just as the large clearing started to appear a quarter mile away. From afar, I could see his friends parked and lined on the right side of the road, and I supposed the ones on the opposite side were the competition.
I was about to make a snarky remark when I saw how the other women were dressed in their short shorts that looked like underwear and bikini tops. Were these the same people who were at the house party earlier? ‘Cause from the looks of it, they sure as hell didn’t bother putting any clothing on. I supposed this was the drag racing for you—skimpy clad women, fast cars, bunch of men who would do anything to get their need for speed and belonging to crew where apparently one for all and all for one existed.
My newfound bubble of curiosity amongst these people and this new world I was introduced to was squashed after I saw Grey shake his head towards Jet. In the blink of an eye, he just picked up his speed and zoomed out of there, using the engine’s full capacity.
“Greyson!What in the world are you doing, you idiot!” I yelled at him when he made a quick turn towards an off beaten path, but he was unflinching.
I would’ve kept on yelling until his ears fell off his head, but the darkness that enveloped us started to frighten me, nor did it help that he turned off the headlights with only the moon and stars to light our way. This was the fucking canyon for crying out loud. There were thousands of coyotes around, willing to eat anything that had a heartbeat, and not to mention the poisonous snakes and spiders that lurked in this area; it sent me into a major panic. I was at his mercy and goodness; I hoped he wasn’t going to do anything stupid because I would raise Hell and the entire Purgatory if he did.
My right hand gripped the side of my seat, hoping the sharp turns would end soon before we ended up rolling down the mountain and crashing to our deaths.
Picturing that very deadly scene in my head, I closed my eyes and started to concentrate on quietly singing a song. My heart rate had never been this active before; it felt like I was gunning for the Olympics.
I swear, the second he parks this car I will chew his brains out!I was thinking and plotting of all the ways I could murder him in his sleep when the car suddenly stopped. It took me awhile to register this because one moment it was going ninety or maybe a hundred and then it just immediately came to a screeching halt.
My temper skyrocketed when he killed the engine and walked out of the car and into the darkness.
What is he up to now?“God damn you, Greyson!” I muttered, about to follow him out.
CHAPTER13
Grey
Overreacting wasn’t instilledin me, but when it came to Olivia, she somehow planted that seed and it would sprout whenever she felt like pissing on me. Was this how it felt like to want something you couldn’t have?
I kept telling myself that all I wanted was a taste of what she could offer, even for one night, then I would stop obsessing about having her… but she was making it a battle. I mean, what woman would give mix signals? One moment she would look at me with that certain look and then the next, she would react as if I was toxic.
Her on-and-off personality was getting to me, and the more this sexual frustration kept going, the more I hankered for it. Why wouldn’t she put out anyway? Most men she dated had bragged about how good she was. So if she could tolerate men with an IQ of a fish, why wouldn’t she just give in already?
My embarrassing display of a tantrum shocked me, but it couldn’t be helped. I was getting too caught up with wanting her that she was all I could think about. So I had to drive off and back out of the race, driving off to a place where I liked to think and get things into perspective.
I only strolled a few feet away from the car because I didn’t want to leave her too far away. I supposed the need to breathe and think properly without having my thoughts get stifled by the new obsession was in order. I already knew that she was bound to drive me crazy. This interactive mental foreplay was expected. So the question remained, where the hell did I go from here?Do I keep pursuing her, knowing that she was never going to give in, or do I abandon all hopes of making this fantasy real for a night of good fucking?
“Greyson Edwards! Get your stupid ass back here! Let’s settle this once and for all,” Olivia yelled from behind.
She sure sounded angry, that was for sure. I scuffed my foot in the dirt, contemplating if I should let her wait for a good minute or two. However, when she yelled again, screaming expletives at me, I bowed down and grudgingly started to walk towards her.
It was dark with the moonlight as our beam of light around here, but she looked even more delicious all riled up as she leaned against the hood of the car, glaring at me.
“Let it all out—all the cobwebs, all that anger and hate you have for me. Air it out in the open.”
Well, maybe hate was not an accurate word to describe what I was feeling towards her, not anymore. She was Olivia, the perfect concoction. And I was Greyson, the perfect imperfection. I knew men like me never got women like Olivia. Bad guys never did. I also knew she was right, but a large part of me wanted to prove her wrong. As for the rest, it was purely raw attraction.
“It’s been a rough day. I guess we could call it a night and go back home.”
“Talk to me, Grey!”
“What the hell for, Olivia? So you can rub it in my face that you’re too good for me? I get it. I shouldn’t have asked you to give me a fair shot in the first place because I know I won’t get it—not with you.” The truth stung, even though it shouldn’t. “Never with you.”
“I never said I was too good for you, Grey.”
She might as well have. “No, not directly, but you sure as fuck made sure I understood where you belong.”
She frowned, bracing herself before glancing away, taking deep breaths. “Where are we?”