“Where do you want to talk about this?” he asked as he caressed my curves with his other hand.
“Anywhere but here,” I admitted, my eyes low. I didn’t want to look into his or I might just snap.
“Good.” He purred as he grabbed my backpack and led me down the hallway and out the doors.
When we were finally outside I took in breath after breath of fresh air, gulping then in through my mouth and counting to keep from being angry. To keep from melting away with embarrassment. My cheeks were flushed, and I could feel the anger blazing behind my eyes.
I still didn’t say anything, I just waited until we got into the car and away from the school. I didn’t want anyone I knew to see or hear me like this. It was too much. It was too crazy. I was being pulled off of fucking campus by a mobster with a bad attitude. Practically kidnapped.
What other fucking choice did I have?
“What exactly are you hoping to accomplish?” I asked as I looked him over. That suit, those lips, that hair. Fuck. It was hard to even acknowledge him without being overwhelmed by my attraction to him.
I watched his eyes glanced over me then back at the road.
“I had a visitor today,” he said, his fingers gripping the steering wheel. “My father came by to let me know just what he thought of our relationship.”
“Relationship?” I asked I thought it was just a couple of passion filled nights, but nothing more. Not until my uncle came by.
He just shrugged.
“I had a visitor too,” I admitted, chewing on the inside of my lip.
“A certain uncle?” he asked.
“Yeah. What options do we have?” I asked. I swear his jaw clenched once I said it, his teeth grinding before he dare speak.
Was he seriously considering going through with it? Did he… did he want me? No, that wasn't it. He was upset about the situation. He had to be.
“We don’t have any options, Joanna. As much as I fucking wish it wasn’t the case, it looks like you are stuck with me. At least for now.”
Shit. He really didn’t fucking want me. Tears stung my eyes, and I turned to look out of the window, shifting so that he couldn’t see my face at all, just the back of my head.
I don’t know why I gave a shit. I don’t know why I cared at all.
“When?” I asked, swallowing hard. Fuck, my voice trembled.
“Got a text from my mother, she’s working out a schedule.”
Silence. That was all that filled the fucking car. Nothing but silence.
When we pulled up to his condo, I hesitated, not wanting to get out of the car. “Just-just take me home. I want to go home.”
“Your stuff has been moved in here. You can’t go back there.”
What? It had only been a fucking day. A few hours. How the fuck did he get all my shit out.
His men. My uncle’s men. Ugh.
“Why?” I asked, my brow furrowed.
“It wouldn’t look good to have you up in that shitty rat’s nest of an apartment, not when you could be living with me.” It made sense. I didn’t fucking like it, but it made sense. I needed to look the part for everyone else. It was why I’d always been so glad not to be involved with all of that shit. It was why I wanted nothing to do with my uncle or that side of the family.
Still, I was feeling downright petulant.
“It didn’t matter before,” I challenged, crossing my arms. He got out of the car and opened the door for me.
Fuck. He looked so angry.
“Right, when you were the daughter of a fuck up. When your dad couldn’t even manage to do simple jobs, so rather than kill him they threw him away, and you along with it.” His brutal honesty stung. It fucking hurt. I didn’t know why the fuck he said it, but I snapped.
“I don’t know why you think you have the right to fucking say nasty shit to me. It’s not like I want to be here. It’s not like I’m enjoying this.”
The man grabbed me and pulled me out of the fucking car, dragging my body across his. “That’s not what it seemed like last night,” he caressed the curve of my breast right there in public, his hand hard as he grabbed it and gave it a painful squeeze.
The kind that made me squeeze my thighs together. He saw me shift, saw me squeeze my knees together and grinned. “Is that getting a reaction out of you?” he asked as he dipped his hand into my skirt and panties, cupping me as he slipped a finger into my slit. Yeah, I was wet as hell. And I was totally scandalized. He was doing this in public!
“Greyson,” I protested, but it fell on deaf ears, he just slid his finger in and out of me. He closed the car door and pinned me up against it.
“Tell me you don’t want this, just a little bit. Tell me you aren’t wet as fuck,” he breathed into my ear.