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And I really love the idea of having a house with Xavier, but he’s made it clear I’m too young for him.
Sure, he might fuck me and leave me shaking from so many intense orgasms, but long term, he doesn’t want me.
There won’t be a future for us once this is over.
There won’t be any long, sensual nights.
No more talks about random topics just to keep the boredom at bay.
No more Xavier and Brianna.
Just Xavier.
And just me.
“I think we are being followed.” Xavier’s voice is tense and immediately changes my mood and alerts me to the impending danger.
Fuck. This isn’t good.
Sure, I might have said this could be the end of all of this, but a large part of me doesn’t want it to be over.
Xavier makes a turn pretty fast, making me slide closer to the center console.
When the momentum of the turn stops, I sit up straighter and turn around to look out the rear window. “Which car? The white truck that just turned?”
He sighs and says, “That’s the one.”
I slump back in my seat. “They found us.”
My voice comes out sounding sad, like all the joy and happiness were sapped out. I can’t hide my disheartened mood even if I tried.
If the white truck is following us, then it’s not a coincidence. I don’t believe in coincidences anymore.
Not when everything seems to line up perfectly, or rather disastrously, like my life is a television script just waiting to play out on the big screen.
I stare at Xavier’s profile.
His eyes are laser focused on the road as if he is trying to plan our escape in advance. He runs a hand through his week old stubble and takes a deep breath.
Xavier is a man on a mission, and if our lives weren’t in danger right now, I’d beg him to fuck me because he looks deadly and sexy as hell.
“Fuck, I’m sorry. O am so incredibly sorry for all of this.”
I raise an eyebrow. “What are you sorry for?”
“If I didn’t use my card, we would be safe.”
I’m not going to let him take the blame for this, nor will I let him feel guilty about it, either.
“I’m not sorry it happened. I loved the hotel. Both times. I was depressed and hating life. You literally changed my mood and boosted my spirits by taking me out of the house. If that means they found us, then oh well.”
He glances at me before taking another turn. “I was careless. I put us in this situation.”
I raise my hand to cut him off. “No, you weren’t. You were trying to cheer me up, and yesterday you wanted me to have a great birthday. To be completely honest, yesterday was the best birthday I’ve ever had.”
His eyes widen, but he doesn’t take his eyes off the road. “The best one ever?”
Looking out the window, I say, “Yeah, it was the best one ever.”