My Dad's Bestfriend

Sienna

I didn't want to go. Didn't even want to get ready. And yet, by five, I found myself finishing my work early, replying to emails, doing my hair, adding a little makeup, and even picking out a cute outfit.

Maybe... because I knew Mom would side with Alex anyway.

Yeah. That was it. Nothing else.

I dabbed a little perfume on my wrists and neck, and my phone binged. I already knew who it was.

"Are you ready, or do I need to come up and get your ass down here?"

So aggressive, considering I was fully ready. Oh well. He didn't know that.

"Wait a minute," I texted back, confused at how... normal I felt texting him. Was something wrong with me?

Contrary to my thoughts, I grabbed my shoulder bag and walked downstairs, humming a tune. Mom sprawled on the couch, popcorn in hand, glued to the TV. God, she was adorable.

"Oh my dear Evelyn," I chuckled as I reached her, kissing her cheek before snagging a piece of popcorn. "When are you going to drop your obsession with dramas?"

As I turned to leave, she sat up, mouth full.

"Wait..." Her words were garbled but I understood. "Where are you going?"

"With a friend. I'll be back soon-don't worry."

"Wait! What friend?" She swallowed and paused the TV, looking at me.

I sighed. "It's Alex, Mom."

"Oh." Her eyebrows lifted in surprise. I quickly leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "No more questions-I'm out."

The lift carried me down as I tuned mom's questions down, and as I stepped outside, I froze.

A bike. Black. Massive-like a monster.

A man leaned casually against it—a man I knew.

deliberate. My choice of long jeans and a crop top suddenly felt... both smart and pointless. He could see through it all. He

look cute," he said after a long,

I could respond, his hand slid around my waist, pulling me closer, pressing me

lurching. His face was dangerously close, his breath brushing my skin. My pulse raced, and I

Flower?" His voice was low,

a dangerous heat I tried to

remember,"

Calm down, Sienna.

lips. "Then what do you remember? That crappy scent

are actually a fucking

a helmet and placed it over my head.

Flower." His smile was unreadable behind the visor, but I

I asked, though a part of me didn't want to know. "That's a

a car, startling me. My stomach fluttered. What the hell was this thing?ustom made Limited edition? Of course it was. Alexander

good at

I am at... fucking." His eyes gleamed, and though I couldn't see his smirk,

I climbed on behind him, clutching him, heart

like a dare: I wanted to hear it ten times, maybe more. Didn't know I had this in my bucket list. He glanced back at me, eyes locking onto mine as if he could see straight through me. "You should be," he said, lowering his visor just slightly. "Because

pressing flush against his. My hands gripped him tight, my chest pressed to his back,

chuckled low in my ear. "Hold on tight, Flower.

out before he accelerated,

else. My mind screamed, Well... I might as well just die

***

quickly became one of the most exhilarating experiences of my life. I clutched him tighter, hugging him from behind

you had asked me five years ago, I would have sworn it impossible that I'd ever ride a bike with Alexander Grayson. And yet, here I was, eyes shut, holding on for dear life

okay there, Flower?" His voice cut through the wind as he glanced back

me.

tugging

eyes forward, pushing the bike even faster. We were far

part of me didn't want this

eventually slowed. Ten minutes later, he

a golden glow over the fake beside the road. A narrow path ran along

tear my eyes