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

I stood atop the steps, leveling

Ernest replied, his deep, attentive eyes never

say the eyes reveal the truth

Ernest took my

us, Jeremy nodded

Collins," I greeted,

I moved towards the motorcycle.

"Convenience," he said truthfully.

congestion was inevitable,

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

having never considered the

es with Conrad wereel

the

never ridden in front," I

onto the bike before swinging his leg over to

chest was pressed

back,