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.

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

said after

his hand slid around my waist, pulling me

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

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

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

remember," I admitted,

Calm down, Sienna.

that smirk-spread across his lips. "Then what do you remember?

a fucking asshole!" I shoved him and stepped

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

was unreadable behind the visor, but I could feel

a part of me didn't

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

good at driving

eyes gleamed,

on behind him, clutching him,

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...

his. My hands gripped him tight, my chest pressed

my ear. "Hold on tight, Flower.

You better be careful and-" I barely got the words out before he accelerated, and another scream

to him, heart hammering, stomach twisting in equal parts terror and... something else. My mind screamed, Well... I might as well just die of embarrassment after

***

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, speed slicing through the air like

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

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

me.

couldn't see the smile tugging at my lips.

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

part of me didn't want this ride to

it eventually slowed.

the horizon, casting a golden

couldn't tear my