Chapter 282 Joyride

Ella

“Wait! What about that ride?” I slowly turned around, my eyes wide, my heart hammering in my chest. My eyes were met with Logan’s smirking face, his expression dancing with mischief.

“Well?” Logan asked, pushing himself off of the hood of one of the cars and coming over to meet me by the door. “Just one joyride? I’m itching for a good drive. Being stuck in the basement all day really made me crave seeing the sunset. I swallowed. “I really shouldn’t,” I said, glancing at my watch. “I’ve got work…”

“Work, shmork,” Logan interrupted with a grin.

“Pick a car. Any car.” “But… I’ve never been on a really fast ride,” I stammered, my mind a whirl of confusion and excitement. “I mean, growing up in such a dense city, we barely drove at all except to go to our mountain estate in the summers.”

Logan’s eyebrows shot up, and he let out a chuckle, his eyes twinkling with amusement and making them stand out against his dirt- stained skin. “So that must be why you always want to walk everywhere.”

away feeling self-conscious. How had he

his hand gesturing at the row of sleek, gleaming cars. “Pick one, and I’ll take you for a joyride. We can check out

let loose and have some fun. But the rational part of me, the part that had always

very generous of you, but I really should be going. I have work to

on, Ella,” Logan interrupted, his voice gentle but firm. He grabbed my shoulders and guided me away from the door and back. toward the cars. If this

of deception or hidden agenda. All I saw was sincerity and a

barely above a

together, “Fantastic! Now, which one do

but my eyes were drawn once more to Logan’s first car, the red one with the cream-colored leather interior. There was something about it that called to me, and I pointed at it, feeling a thrill of excitement. It looked as though it was designed

one,” I said, my voice full of wonder. “It

dancing with mischief. “Ah, I knew you had a soft spot for my first one. Everyone does,” he said, his voice filled with pride.

seat and felt the scent of polished leather take over my senses, I couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous. My father was always incredibly cautious when it came

were shaking, and I clutched the edge of the seat, trying to calm myself. “Ready?”

wide, and nodded. “Ready,” I whispered, feeling a strange mixture of

the car out of the garage and onto the winding road. At first, I held my

skillfully navigated the twists and turns, I found myself relaxing, the fear giving way to excitement. He drove fast, but it was a controlled kind of fast. I could tell he knew what he

the wind as he put the convertible top down, his eyes on the road,

tight ponytail. As my blonde

passing between us. He grinned, and I grinned

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