Claimed By My Ex Boyfriend's Dad
Zooming past the alley, I dive back on the main road, shoving past cars like an expert racer.
Michael seems to have done the same thing, as I hear his tires screeching over gravel.
Adrenaline pumps through my veins, exciting me further.
“Quitting is for the weak, don't you know?” I yip against my stuttering breath. “And I'm not weak.” I rev further, moving past other drivers who glare at me through the windows. “Do you know what I am?”
“A queen.” Michael chirps immediately, not even thinking twice about which response to give.