I pull out my phone and text Derek.
Silver: If I don’t text you in half an hour, trail me to my phone’s GPS.
His reply is immediate.
Derek: Yes, Miss.
Silver: And please don’t tell Papa or Frederic.
Derek: Yes, Miss.
That’s what I love the most about Derek. He doesn’t ask questions. He just makes things happen.
Like a miracle.
Taking a deep breath, I exit my Audi and beep it locked. I turn around to pull on the handle. Mum taught me to always make sure the car is actually locked and not trust the beeping sound.
A hand wraps around my mouth from behind and I scream, but the sound is muffled as a strong body slams me against my car.
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Silver
My fight mood rushes forward and I’m about to kick him, bite him, stomp on his foot, and punch him in the crotch.
But then, something happens.
His warmth.
His damn warmth mixed with cinnamon and lime.
“What did I say about giving me your back?” Cole whispers against the shell of my ear.
I release a long breath and then realise I did it against his hand. I push him away, turning around to face him.
It’s worse in this position. Now his chest is close to mine and my breasts are an inch away from his shirt.
He lost the jacket and has the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows, revealing his strong, veiny forearms.
Focus, Silver.
“You scared the shit out of me.” I fold my arms over my chest.
He raises a brow. “You shouldn’t roam around in places that scare the shit out of you.”
“And neither should you.”
“This place doesn’t scare me, Butterfly.” He pauses, staring me up and down as if I’m a case study. “So?”
“So what?”
“Why have you been following me since I left school? Do you perhaps miss me?”
“No.”
“If you say that word one more time, I’m going to fuck you right here, right now.” He leans over and lowers his voice. “They have cameras on these streets.”
My eyes widen, but it’s not only at the prospect of being caught. It’s also because of the fact that he mentioned fucking me.