Sugar Baby Beautiful(53)

“Why am I the only one answering these?”

“Because I’m the only one asking questions,” he responded. “I was born in Fresno, California, my favorite color is white, favorite movie is Citizen Kane, I call you Ms. Harper whenever you look like you are undressing me with your eyes—”

“I do not!”

“After this morning, can you really say that?”

Oh! Urgh, I wanted to smack him. But instead I stuffed food in my mouth.

“I also call you Ms. Harper when you laugh or smile at me like I’m the only man in the world,” he added before taking a bite of his meal.

My heartbeat quickened, and I swallowed the piece of my chicken in my mouth. We were both quiet for some time before I found the courage to speak again. “You didn’t say where you would travel to.”

“That’s because I can go anywhere I want to.” He shrugged. “So I’m going to be content going wherever you want to go.”

Felicity, don’t fall for this… don’t fall for him.

But why was it so easy to think one thing and feel another?



Day 5

11:31 a.m.

“You nervous?” he asked, placing the helmet on my head.

“That depends on how good a driver you are,” I said, even though I was a little nervous.

He zipped up the leather jacket on me before grabbing his own helmet. “I’ve been riding motorcycles since I was seventeen, and I’m still one piece. Just hold on tight.”

He threw his leg over the back of his black Harley, waiting for me to get on.

“Theo—”

“Trust me. You won’t get hurt.”

He was always pushing me out of my comfort zone.

He handed me pair of sunglasses, and I swung my leg over and wrapped my hands around his waist.

“You ready?” He started the engine.

“Just go!” I clenched my eyes shut.

I was holding on to him tightly, too scared I would fall off this thing to loosen my grip even a little. The wind whipped right by us, my hair lashing around behind us. When I’d asked him where we were going, he said it didn’t matter. It was the ride that was important. We’d see when we got there.

“Open your eyes, Felicity!” he yelled.

“I’m okay!”

“Felicity! Don’t be a pussy!”

“As a female with a pussy, I resent that.”

“What?” he shouted.

“I said as a woman with a pussy, I resent that!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

He laughed. “I can’t believe you just yelled that.”

Opening my eyes, I scowled at him even though he couldn’t see me before turning my head. It was only then I noticed how perfect the scenery was. The trees lined either side of the road, passing in blurs of green. It felt like we were gliding, flying right through them. I dared to stick one hand out.

“Still scared?” he yelled back.

“No.” I shook my head even though he couldn’t see me. I wasn’t scared anymore. He had this ability to make all my fears seem small. Resting my chin on his shoulder, I looked forward. He was right. It didn’t matter where we were going. The journey was breathtaking.

“You’re one of a kind, Theodore Darcy,” I whispered more to myself than him.

“What?” He turned his head slightly.

“Nothing. Focus on the road!”

“I swear you were talking about me!”

“You’re paranoid,” I lied, smiling.

My heart wasn’t listening to me anymore. It was like it no longer belonged to me.

I had to get this under control.





CHAPTER FOURTEEN

It’s Not Over





Felicity


9:19 p.m.

We were back in Los Angeles.

Neither of us spoke as he drove me home.

I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. I stared through the window, part of me missing the trees of North Carolina, trying not to think of how we’d both spent the last two days in bed. I think he knew by then I wasn’t going to be his for much longer. He tried to get closer to me emotionally again, but I didn’t budge despite the fact that some part of me wanted to. So instead he buried himself inside of me. Sometimes it felt like he was taking out his frustration with me on my body. Other times, when he was gentle with me, it felt like he was asking me why. Angry and rough or calm and gentle, they both felt amazing in different ways. He had ruined me for anyone else. When I closed my eyes, it was his face I saw. His green eyes, his unruly black hair, and that wicked smirk on his face. Wherever I touched myself, I remembered his hands and how they’d gripped me so tightly I was sure you could lift his fingerprints right off my skin. I now knew every line on his chest, down each of his abs to the V at his waist.