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.

whispered, glancing at it, then at him. His gaze swept over me, slow and deliberate. My choice of long jeans and a crop top suddenly felt... both smart and pointless. He could see through it all. He

said after

hand slid around my waist, pulling me closer, pressing me between his

blinked, startled, my heart lurching. His face was dangerously close, his breath

been on a bike, Flower?" His voice was

else—something him—hit me, sparking a dangerous heat I tried

remember," I admitted, swallowing

Calm down, Sienna.

do you remember? That crappy scent of worn leather and your

a fucking asshole!" I

a helmet and placed it over my head. "Hey—" I started, but he

Flower." His smile was unreadable behind

part of me didn't want to

Limited edition? Of course it was. Alexander Grayson

you good at

as I am at... fucking." His eyes gleamed, and though

I climbed on behind him, clutching him, heart hammering. "Now I'm

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 I am too

flush against his. My hands gripped him tight, my chest pressed to his back, and the world

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

got the words out before he accelerated, and another scream tore from

parts terror and... something else. My mind screamed, Well... I might as well

***

of the most exhilarating experiences of my life. I clutched him tighter, hugging him from

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 and

His voice cut through the

me.

smile tugging at my

forward, pushing the bike even faster.

A part of me

things do, it eventually slowed. Ten minutes later, he

dipping toward the horizon, casting a golden glow over the fake beside the road. A narrow

couldn't tear my eyes away