Billionaire Alpha's 99 Deadly Games

Chapter 162

I had let him kiss me. Was it too much? Had I gone too far in kissing him back? All of my fears and concerns were still there, but were they as important today as they had seemed yesterday? I didn't have time to digest it all before a little knock came on the door. I tugged my shirt down the rest of the way and waited as he peeked his head inside.

"Ready?" he asked, flashing me a gorgeous smile.

"Just a sec," I said, as I ran back to the bathroom and quickly gathered my dirty clothes. Looking around the room, I realized I didn't have anything else.

Patrick escorted me to the passenger door. It felt kind of odd. It was my car and I hadn't considered

not driving, but as he opened the door and waited, I couldn't bring myself to argue it either. My car

was my baby, and I rarely ever let anyone drive her. A black Ford Mustang convertible I had been

given for my sixteenth birthday and nearly a decade later, she still ran like new and I couldn't imagine ever parting with her.

Patrick rummaged some loose wires that were hanging around his knees. Suddenly a small spark

ignited when he pressed two of them together and she roared to life.

I gasped. "You are fixing her the second we get home!" I rubbed the dashboard. "I'm so sorry, baby,

he's going to make it all better soon. I'll never let him hurt you like that again."

Patrick stared at me like I'd lost my mind and laughter filled the car. I couldn't stop the grin that spread across my face.

"Don't make fun of us. Betsy and I have been through a lot."

"Betsy?"

I nodded.

You named the car

are fixing that mess you made the

laugh as he pulled onto the highway and after a short argument over radio rights that I won, we settled into comfortable silence with country music playing in the background. From the

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bit of drool dribbled on her chin. The sight of her just made me happy inside. We hadn't talked about our bond. She hadn't accepted me as a mate, but last night something had changed between us and

grateful she passed out. If I had to listen to one more song about a dog, a truck, or a cheating spouse, I might have ripped

chuckled. She had named her sports car Betsy. It made

my beautiful, elusive

this. I also worried that Elise would continue to keep me at a distance, and I knew

over it before the

the car as the door was flung open. I grabbed for her arm to keep her from falling out. She gave me a sleepy, thankful smile that flipped

okay? What's wrong with her?" Mary

her a little space and a few minutes to wake." I tried to hold back the growl threatening from my agitated wolf with the commotion and excitement

arrival.

fresh layer of snow covered the mountainside of San Marco and the air was crisp as I stood

and Chase

happened, dude?" Chase

you. Then