I grabbed her wrist, maybe harder than I should’ve, and put her hand back in her own lap. “Your father raised me when I had nobody. He taught me everything I know about being a man.”
“So what? That doesn’t mean you can’t fuck his daughter.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at her boldness. “That’s exactly what it means.”
“Why?” She turned in her seat to face me, makeup streaked down her face, but still somehow gorgeous. “You think my father would disown me if he found out I let those guys run a train on me?”
“Yes.” I didn’t hesitate. “And he’d be right to.”
“So what?” She tossed her hair, defiant even in her drunken state. “I’m grown.”
I shook my head. “You say that now, but when you don’t have that cute little penthouse he pays for or that Mercedes you driving around in, you’ll be singing a different tune.”
That seemed to hit a nerve. She crossed her arms, pouting. “I have my own money.”
“Sure you do.”
“You should take care of me, Prime,” she said suddenly, her voice dropping to that sultry tone that made my dick twitch despite my best efforts. “I’d let you do anything to me. Anything.”
I ignored her, focusing on the road. The faster I got her home, the better.
“You know what I want to do right now?” She leaned closer, her breath hot against my ear. “I want to suck your dick so bad, Prime. I bet it’s big. I bet it tastes good. I could just slide down right now and?—”
“Yo, shut the fuck up!” I slammed my palm against the steering wheel, making her jump. “I swear to God, Farah, one more word and I’ll put duct tape on your mouth and throw your ass in the trunk.”
Instead of being scared, her eyes lit up. “Ooh, I’m always down for some BDSM. Tie me up, daddy.” I felt a vein throbbing in my forehead.
“And then I’ll deliver you to your father’s doorstep and tell him everything that just happened. Every. Fucking. Detail.” She paused for maybe ten seconds. Then, because she couldn’t help herself, she reached over and grabbed my thigh again. “Come on, Prime. Just one kiss. Nobody has to know. I promise I won’ tell?—”
That was it.
I pulled over at the next red light, put the car in park, and got out. Her eyes went wide as I opened her door.
“What are you?—”
I didn’t give her time to finish. I scooped her up out of the passenger seat, walked to the back of the car, and popped the trunk. “Prime! Prime, wait! I’m sorry!” She was squealing now, half-laughing, half-panicking. “Told you to shut up.” Ideposited her in the trunk as gently as I could manage given the circumstances.
“Maybe now you’ll learn to listen.”
“It’s dark in here!”
“Good. Think about your life choices.”
I slammed the trunk shut,got back in the driver’s seat, and pulled off as the light turned green.
From the trunk, I could hear muffled yelling, then banging. Then nothing. She was cussing me out, calling me every name in the book. I turned up the music and kept driving.
After about ten minutes, the noise stopped. Either she’d given up or passed out. I didn’t really care which.
I should’ve been takingher ass straight home, but I knew dropping her off drunk like this could be dangerous. She could throw up in her sleep and choke on it. Or stumble into something and bust her head open. As annoyed as I was, I wasn’t about to let this drunk girl wander around her penthouse alone.
When I pulled into the underground garage of my building, everything was quiet. I parked, killed the engine, and sat there for a second, wondering what the hell I’d gotten myself into.
I poppedthe trunk and walked around. Farah was curled up on her side, passed out cold. Her makeup was smeared, her dress twisted up, one shoe missing. She looked like she’d fought the trunk and lost.
“Farah.”I shook her shoulder. Nothing. “Yo, wake up.”
She didn’t move. Out like a light.
