You Drive Me Crazy Book Novels & Stories

I bit into my lower lip “I think this book is not good for you maybe we should change it into___” “No! I like it! Yeah, I'm kind of getting very upset with their attitudes but it's kind of very interesting. I find the protagonist very dark and___” she held her breath and looked up dreamily. “Makes me think of Adrian. He can be like that sometimes. Very dark and demanding when he's angry and horny” I shook my head and plopped my lips “I think you need help, Sandy. Like serious help. You are having what we call pregnancy insanity.”

I closed my eyes. "Just go, Nash. Pretend we've never met." After that day, Nash and I had no contact. Even if we ran into each other at school, I ignored him and pretended not to see anything. I immersed myself in my studies, practically going from home to school and back, squeezing every minute to get every possible point. Nash, on the other hand, indulged himself completely, going out with Yvonne every day to surf the internet, drink, and engage in reckless driving. Their youth was like a movie plot, wild and unrestrained.

I guess that's what happens when you get rejected for the first time by a man, and that man just so happens to be your dad's driver. I can't avoid him. I will see him everywhere I turn today, and tomorrow, until his time at Lavigne comes to an end. Ugh! I yet again embarrassed myself, acting nothing like a future boss but some dick thirsty girl. I didn't know what came over me that day. Being uncharacteristically impulsive again because of this man. But I thought there was something there. I saw the way he looked at me, or maybe my fantasies clouded my judgment. I guess it was true what they say, a man has two brains. One of Xander's brains was telling me to suck until my jaws went numb, but

If I do, then I’ll know for sure I’m really going crazy. I started the engine and drove out of the compound faster than I should, my grip on the wheel tight. I needed to get my head straight. --- Lorenzo's POV My hands tightened around the wheel, my knuckles turning white as I drove roughly, ignoring every traffic light I passed. No matter how hard I tried to calm my damn mind down, it wouldn’t work. My head kept replaying what I saw earlier. Isn’t this what I wanted? Then why does it feel like it’s not really what I wanted at all?

Still locked on my little Rebel on her knees in front of me. I slam my palm down on the emergency stop button. The treadmill belt screeches to a violent halt beneath me, nearly throwing me forward. I grip the handles hard enough that the metal groans, chest heaving, my cock already half-hard and pressing uncomfortably against the tight fabric from just the memory. “Fuck.” The silence rushes back in after my curses is heavier than before. Meeka. That woman, that name entirely is going to be the death of me. She drove me absolutely, teeth-grindingly insane—a feat no other woman has ever managed to pull off.

Williams POV I drove like a crazy man, ignoring all the damn rules and regulations on the road. Mabel yelled besides me severally to take it easy but it all fell on deaf ears. I was determined to get there on time and find out what all this is all about. How dare they mess with me? The kind of feelings I was having were unlike any I have felt before. It felt like my mind was being messed up and I just couldn’t take it. “I have to get there on time” were the words I kept muttering to myself.

“Look at you, all bare and vulnerable. It’s intoxicating.” “Stop teasing,” I pleaded, though my words felt feeble against the overwhelming need coursing through me. “You’re driving me insane.” The ride felt like it was dragging on endlessly, and I hadn’t realized how far I lived until this moment. Was the driver even moving? It certainly didn’t feel like it at all. Every second stretched into an eternity, amplifying my craving for Virgil and the sweet release that seemed just out of reach.

I don't bother looking back, but I know he ended the sentence with that smug smile. *** *** *** *** *** *** *** To say I drove like a madman would be gravely understating things. For some reason, the closer I got home, the faster my heart beat. I couldn’t shake off the dread and the goosebumps. Calm down, Elena. Your sister is fine, and your patients at St. James Hospital are fine. Just breathe. I try to control my breathing, but it's to no avail. So I drive even faster, almost colliding with a red sedan a few blocks from my home.

He was toying with me, trying to drive him crazy for what I did to him and his friends and he was succeeding. After almost 30 minutes of driving recklessly like that, I could feel myself about to throw up, my heart was pounding too much and everything was just... "You want me to slow down, right?" I nodded. "So earn it." What? "Have yot run mad?" I couldn't help it, "you're trying to get us into an accident and you want me to do something to make you stop this madness?" "I guess you're enjoying it then." Then he picked up speed again till the car was practically flying. It was too much for me. My stomach was turning. I could feel the ground slipping away from beneath me.

Every creak of the old house, every rustle of leaves outside her window, seemed to amplify the tension already coiled tight in her stomach. If you don't answer me, I'm driving over there. The words burned in her mind, a threat laced with a desperation that both scared and thrilled her. Swear to God, Alli. She could almost hear his voice, low and rough around the edges, the way it got when he was pushing, when he wanted something he wasn't sure he deserved. Don't make me wake the whole damn street. A frustrated exhale escaped her lips, a silent curse swallowed by the stillness of the room. Her !ngers "ew across the keyboard, a frantic dance as she tried to regaincontrol, to build back the wal