Drive Kate Stewart Novels & Stories

She was sure Jane was having various thoughts run through his head and she was glad. Jane was always too involved in her life, and also Richie's. She knew she had to throw her off the bus. "Mind your business and live your life, okay? It's not your concern." Kate added and walked down the stairs. She left Jane looking all confused and dazed. She didn't care. She wasn't interested in an argument or even a conversation that was pointless. She walked to the garage and saw the fleet of cars, she had the key to the black montero benz, she loved how fast the car was and today she wanted to go out and have fun. Even if the fun was just her driving the car.

JAMES SANTIAGO As Kate closed the door, I stood up from my seat. I tidied myself up and quietly followed her to see where she was going. She hadn’t gotten into a taxi yet, so I got into my car and kept an eye on who she was leaving with and where she was heading. I didn’t see anyone leaving with her. Once Kate got into the taxi and it drove off, I followed it to see where it was going. It stopped at a disco club. As she entered, I immediately parked my car.

Getting her out of there and back in my arms was the first priority. Quicker than I expected, Ron pulled up on the outskirts in the back of the factory. I was out of the car before Ron could come to a full stop. I straightened up my jacket as I walked toward Kate and did my best to put on the show of the king of the underworld. "Kate, a pleasure as always. Could we possibly make this quick?" I asked, trying to be charming. Kate stood there with a smirk, playing with her fingernails. She stood leaning on one leg like she was preparing for a photo shoot instead of a shady mob dealing. I noted that she wore her sharper heels tonight–no need to aggravate her enough to use them on me as weapons.

I hop into bed, hearing my phone suddenly buzz on the nightstand. Josh: Hey princess, I was wondering if I would hear from you again. Katherine: Princess huh? You just sayin that cause you don’t remember my name? Josh: Don’t like it? Don’t worry, I remember everything about you Katherine. Katherine: I didn’t say that. You busy this week? Josh: Never too busy for you. Tomorrow night. Dinner. I’ll pick you up at 6.

She spun on her heel, and with a smirk, pointed across the lot to a beat-up yellow Jeep Wrangler that looked like it had survived a desert storm — and possibly started it. The driver blinked. “Are you sure?” “Oh, very,” she said with a wink. “This ride comes with a playlist and no judgment.” With a dramatic flip of her curls, Katherine slid into her Jeep, revved the engine, and cranked up the volume. Fleetwood Mac blasted through the speakers. She peeled out of the parking lot like a woman on a mission — or one running late for a very sexy showdown. --- 9:00 a.m. — Mason Equity Group Headquarters

She gave a flying kiss to her reflection on the mirror before twirling once and exiting the room. Kate could literally hear her heartbeat when she walked down the steps of the mansion after spotting Quisito next to a black car. He wore a black tux and appeared as a perfect gentleman. His eyes devoured her approaching form like a hungry wolf. She looked stunning. When she spared him a nervous smile, he immediately wanted to pull her to him and kiss her till midnight but restrained himself and proceeded to open the door to the passenger seat. When she elegantly got inside the car he shut the door, rounded the car and got in the driver seat.

* Catherine was driving and saw that there were fast food everywhere and thought that Lyra might be hungry so she asked Lyra while driving “Do you want to stop over and have dinner?” “It’s okay, I can just eat at home.” She said and Catherine have a hunch that Lyra may still be a bit shy around her. She knew that the rehearsal had made Lyra very hungry and she knew that it would be torture as Lyra’s home is a one and a half hour drive from her mother’s ballet school. Catherine went for a drive thru which surprised Lyra. “I know you’re hungry and also this is my treat so don’t worry.” Catherine said while driving and they stopped at the window where the waiters take the customer’s order/s.

Taking the stiletto off Francine’s foot, Kate dunks both it and its pair into the bag. {I’ll have to carry her,} Kate thinks nervously to herself. {But how? Francine’s much bigger than me.} In that instant, a car pulls over behind Kate. Kate stiffens in fright and doesn’t look over her shoulder. “Ma’am Kate?” a male voice asks. Kate gingerly turns and sees the car’s color. Silver. Her whole body slackens in relief. “I’m your Grab,” the driver announces. “Oh, thank god, Kuya,” Kate says. “Come help me carry my friend. She drank too much.”

Marc's POV "Kate! Kate!" I shouted when I saw her on the ground. She looked lifeless. I think she drank too much. I carried her and headed to my car. Greg, my driver, opened the car and Stella slid in. "Greg, I want you to ask Wes to bring Ms. Jones' car to her apartment. And can you buy some clothes for her tomorrow morning?" I told Greg. "Yes, sir. I'll call Wes now. Oh can I see Ms. Jones? I have to know what will fit her." I nodded and slightly helped Kate stand up. Greg estimated everything.

She got her phone and called the driver who had brought her. “Where are you?” She asked him. “Behind you.” Kate turned around and went to the car. “Let’s go. Hurry!” “Wait. Why do you do everything in a hurry?” “Don’t question me.” “Your life seems like a movie.” “Follow that car.” The driver laughed as she stepped on the accelerator. Kate and the driver watched Ludo from the car as she opened Hunter’s gate and entered. “Wait here!” Kate told the driver. “My money, madam. You might not come out,” he joked.