Page 49 of Blinded By Hate

I look away from Hayden and look at Alex who has a smile on her face.

I nip my bottom lip and curse at Hayden in my head.

“Sure. I’d be happy to.” I smile at them. “I just need to change.”

“Of course. We’ll let you get to it.” Alex says before leaving with Carter.

Carter takes Hayden out of the room so I can change.

While changing I think about what a horrible idea this is.

Twenty

Jaclyn

Present

We walk outside the hotel doors and a beautiful red Ferrari Spider is parked right in the front.

A valet guy hands the keys to Hayden as he walks around to the passenger side of the car and opens the door.

What the hell?

I knew Hayden has always had a lot of money. I mean in college he did have a Porsche but that was mostly Carter’s doing, not Hayden.

I’m sure now with all of his success, Hayden has his own money to buy any kind of car he wants.

“This is yours?” I ask, walking closer to the car.

“Yea. I leave it here because I sometimes come out here for work so it’s just easier. Get in.”

When I sit down in the passenger seat, Hayden closes the door and comes around to the drivers side of the car and gets in.

The car roars to life, sounding absolutely beautiful.

He drives off as I admire the inside of the car. I’ve never been inside a Ferrari before so I’m a little starstruck. Ferraris are one of my favorite cars right behind BMW.

I don’t know what it is about BMWs but they have my heart.

“What do you do for work other than fighting?”

“It’s all mostly fighting. I just have to do other stuff that involves fighting which earns me a lot of money.”

“Is it like back in Arizona?” I ask, hesitantly.

Neither of us have spoken about Arizona, mostly because I don’t want to speak about Arizona. I just hope that what Hayden’s doing is smart and he isn’t being stupid and ruining his life by doing dirty fighting again.

Hayden slows down the car so that a mother and her child can cross the street. He takes the time to look at me, guilt appearing on his face.

“Not exactly,” Hayden mutters before laying on the gas.

What could he possibly be doing if he isn’t exactly doing what he did in Arizona?

For some reason I feel like what he is doing now other than professional fighting isn’t a good thing.

My phone buzzes, making me look down. I see a text from Brandon so I turn my body slightly away from Hayden so he doesn’t see the text. Hayden looks over at me and furrows his eyebrows. His hands on the wheel tighten but he doesn’t say anything.

Junior had a good day at school. He is currently coloring a page that his teacher gave him for homework.