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.

glancing at it, then at him. His gaze swept over me, slow and deliberate. My choice of long

said after a long,

his hand slid around my waist, pulling me closer,

his breath brushing my skin. My pulse raced, and

been on a bike, Flower?" His voice was low, smooth,

a dangerous heat I tried to ignore. Something

remember," I admitted,

Calm down, Sienna.

his lips. "Then what do you remember? That crappy scent of worn leather and your ex's

a fucking asshole!" I shoved him and stepped

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

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

asked, though a part of me didn't

My stomach fluttered. What the hell was this thing?ustom made Limited edition? Of course it was. Alexander Grayson didn't do ordinary. He was the kind of rich

you good at

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

on behind him, clutching him, heart hammering.

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 I am too fucking good at it. You might actually feel like you've died... and come back

crashing into him, body pressing flush against his. My hands gripped him tight, my chest pressed to his back, and the world blurred

in my ear. "Hold on tight, Flower. We're

be careful and-" I barely got the words out before he

parts terror and... something else. My mind screamed, Well... I might as well just die of embarrassment

***

had started as a scare quickly became one of the most exhilarating experiences of my life. I clutched him tighter, hugging him from behind as he roared down the road,

impossible that I'd ever ride a bike with Alexander Grayson. And yet, here I was, eyes shut, holding on

His voice cut through

me.

he couldn't see the smile tugging at my lips. Or feel it

even faster. We were far

A part of me didn't want this

eventually slowed. Ten minutes

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

my