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.

bike?" I whispered, glancing at it, then at him. His gaze swept over me, slow and deliberate. My choice of long

look cute," he said after a long,

around my waist, pulling me

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

a bike, Flower?" His voice

me, sparking a dangerous heat I

remember,"

Calm down, Sienna.

smirk-oh God, that smirk-spread across his lips. "Then what do you remember? That crappy

are actually a fucking asshole!" I shoved

my head. "Hey—" I started, but

unreadable behind the visor, but I

a part of me didn't want

car, startling me. My stomach fluttered. What the hell was this thing?ustom made Limited edition?

good at

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

clutching him, heart hammering. "Now I'm scared for my

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

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

ear. "Hold

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

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

***

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 for dear life

Flower?" His voice cut through the wind as

me.

tugging

even

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

eventually slowed. Ten minutes later,

casting a

my eyes