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.

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

said after

my waist, pulling me closer, pressing me between

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

His voice was low, smooth,

a dangerous heat I tried to

don't clearly remember,"

Calm down, Sienna.

you remember? That crappy scent of worn leather and

fucking asshole!" I shoved

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

Flower." His smile was unreadable behind the

part of me didn't want

was this thing?ustom made Limited edition? Of course it was. Alexander Grayson didn't

good at driving

fucking." His eyes gleamed, and though

then-" I climbed on behind him, clutching him,

wanted to savor, 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 I am too fucking good

screamed, crashing into him, body pressing flush against his. My hands gripped him tight, my chest pressed to

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

the words out before he accelerated, and another scream

else. My mind screamed, Well... I might

***

most exhilarating experiences of my life. I clutched him tighter, hugging him from behind as he roared down the road, speed slicing through the air

bike with Alexander

His voice cut through the wind as

me.

see the smile tugging at

even faster.

care. A part of me didn't want this ride

all good things do, it eventually

was dipping toward the horizon, casting a golden glow over

couldn't tear my

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