So here I am, sitting in the passenger seat of his yellow sports car. Yes, this is a different car from the one before. No, I wasn’t keeping track and I am not interested in how many cars he has. I folded my arm around my chest protectively as I felt very self-conscious of how little I had on.
My pajama was nothing more than a thin light pink satin v-neck top with thin straps and a matching pair of shorts which were…very short. Unlike me, Hayden was dressed properly in a white shirt and a pair of black jeans. I hated to admit it, but he looked quite good…
Once again, I had no idea where he was taking me, and I had a pretty good guess that he wouldn’t tell me even if I asked. However, I decided to ask anyways…
“Where are you taking me this time? It’s so late…” I said as I turned to look at him.
Hayden…he’s driving so fast now that the roads were clear.
“You’ll see…” he replied a little coldly.
