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~DAMIEN~ The drive starts in silence. Not the calm kind, but the heavy, choking kind that presses against your chest and makes every breath feel like punishment. The engine hums beneath us, tyres cutting through the snow-covered road, but all I hear is Gabriel’s voice in my head. Over and over again. She’s shifting. She’s bleeding. I think she’s on the brink. My hands tighten around the steering wheel until my knuckles ache. I welcome the pain. It keeps me grounded. Keeps me from losing my mind completely.

I’m already grabbing my keys. *** The drive feels like a blur. My hands grip the steering wheel so tightly I hear the leather creak. I still can’t believe that she was almost taken The thought keeps replaying like a sick mantra so much that it makes my stomach twist. She must’ve been terrified. She didn’t say it, but now, driving alone with my thoughts, I see it, hear it, and feel it. The tightness in her voice, the way she held her breath between sentences.

Her thoughts, however, dripped like poison: "All that cash and she thinks she’s some kind of queen. Newsflash: she’s just a spoiled little leech riding on her parents’ name. Totally useless. Can’t even keep her childhood sweetheart in line." "Honestly, he’d jump through hoops for me—do whatever I wanted. And she’s acting like she’s better than me? Give me a break." I crossed my arms and let out a cold laugh. “Yes,” I said. “Money does let me do whatever I want. If you don’t believe me—try provoking me again.” She rushed out, wet and seething. After the first afternoon class, our group chat exploded. A recording was leaked. The conversation from the cafeteria.

I drank until my stomach was perforated and nearly suffered alcohol poisoning, all for a single deal. I even once sped down the highway at 220 miles per hour to sign a contract, coming dangerously close to death. I was the one who pulled Sanders Technology back from the brink of collapse and drove it toward going public. Those ten years were full of hardships and sacrifices, and above all, they were for her. Time and again, I had believed I would dedicate my life to this company, and to her. I never thought I would leave today like this, with my heart dead and my soul in ruins.

she moaned leaning on the steering wheel I banged her faster and she held on to my jacket “You like that, don't you” I grunted “Yess daddyyyy” she responded and something about that name drove me crazy I held her neck tighter with one hand while the other hand gripped her hip, holding her steady “Say that again?” I groaned “Dadddyyyyyy” she cried and came up from the wheel, wrapping her hands around my neck and taking control She moved against me and I couldn't take it “You drive me fucking crazy” I took her lips

Shameless. “You drive me crazy…” she whispered, reading his thoughts. He took her without hesitation—he never could with her. She made him desperate. He felt her legs wrap around his waist, her hips lifting to meet him, heels pressing into him, back arching. She wanted more. She wanted everything. As much as he tried, Daniel couldn’t stop. He had to pull the fury from her body, from her heart. “This is how you like it…” “Yes…” “Say it…” “Please… please…”

her driver, who had his eyes on the road and looked like he could care less about her phone call or her loud voice... "I can't come out today," Shs said, her eyes still on the rearview mirror... she ended the call a few seconds later and let out a really deep sigh. "Stop the car and get out," Michelle instructed, and Jared, who had seemed uninterested a few seconds ago, became utterly confused... "What?" He said, unsure of if he had heard Michelle's instructions right... "Are you deaf? Stop the freaking car and get the hell out!" Michelle's voice thundered through the car, and Jared immediately did as she said... stopped the car at the side of the road and came out as Michelle had instructe

I cried out hoarsely, "Jasmine, don't you love seeing me like this? Broken and pathetic? Well, now you've got what you wanted! Are you finally satisfied?!" For the first time, those eyes that had always been cold toward me showed pain and regret. "Sebastian, I'm sorry. I didn't know things would turn out like this." Just then, a black sedan pulled up by the roadside. A woman stepped out of the car and walked straight toward us. She handed me a document. "Mr. Moore, hello. My name is Audrey Swanson. I think you should take a look at this." I took the file, puzzled, and saw it was a detailed investigative report.

"I do but what has this got to do with that?" "I'm not done yet," she slurred out, the alcohol was starting to get to her quicker. "I've been disturbed mentally ever since, I can't get those thoughts out of my mind. I might end up going crazy if I don't get these feelings out of my system." She pulled in closer to me. "So please just agree to this. It only has to be a one-time thing," she whispered, the stench of alcohol invaded my nostrils that I had to hold my breath. "I think I better get you home now." I tried pulling her to the truck again.

So many things happened in my life within just a few days and she is not even around me. "How was the drive?", Keylen snaps. "Good", I lie, it's the worst drive ever. "Only good?", Venessa blurts out from behind. "Yes, what do you expect?", I focus on the pages of my book. "Best", she beams. "It should be best no? Drive in a BMW!" And drive with a sick person, I wanted to say.