No More Waiting, She Chooses Love



The man standing on the steps didn't even need to hear me say no.

Ernest, clad in a short-sleeved black tee paired with cargo pants, stood beside a sleek black motorcycle, exuding an aura of cool defiance I hadn't seen in him before.

Yet, this wasn't my first encounter with such a persona. Conrad had once carried the same rebellious streak, as if the entire world lay at his feet. Every time I saw that side of him, my heart would race and skip in an erratic dance.

Even now, memories of riding pillion, arms wrapped around him, speeding through the cool night air, remained vivid.

"Do you still enjoy motorcycle rides?" Conrad's low voice pulled me from my reverie.

I knew what he meant. With a faint smile, I didn't answer but instead walked towards Ernest waiting below.

As I approached, Ernest moved to meet me, only to be intercepted by Jeremy Collins!

Our current boss, Jeremy, emerged from his luxury car, his shirt straining over a prominent belly. Standing beside Ernest, who towered over him, it almost looked like Ernest was giving him a stern talking to from my angle.

I couldn't catch their conversation, but Jeremy glanced my way and nodded at Ernest.

fixed on

I stood atop the steps,

Ernest replied, his deep, attentive eyes

say the eyes reveal the truth

go," Ernest

us, Jeremy

I greeted,

went his way, Ernest and I moved towards the motorcycle. He handed me a helmet. "Why this?"

"Convenience," he said truthfully.

dominated by cars, congestion was inevitable, making motorcycles a more agile

helmets, Ernest's all-black attire made him resemble a knight under the

considered the front as an option;

es with Conrad wereel

the back

ridden in

lifting me onto the bike before swinging his leg over

chest was pressed against

back,