“What other key?” he asked in confusion.
I walked up on him and looked down while he looked up at me since I had him by about a foot and a half. “The key to my truck. This ain’t my shit, playboy. You gave me somebody else’s ride. How the fuck you even do that?” I yelled, causing him to step back and almost fall, trying to create space between us.
“I… I… don’t know what you mean. That is your truck. I matched it to the ticket, sir.”
“Excuse me, is there a problem?” some bony ass, gay looking redhead dude asked, stepping between me and the valet.
“Hell yeah. This dumb fucker gave me somebody else’s truck and I suggest one of y’all stop asking me questions, take this shit, and bring me mine or I won’t be the one with the problem, you will.”
I took the remote in my hand and shoved it against the redheaded dude’s chest before I let it go. He was quick as hell though because he caught it.
“Sir, I’m going to ask you to calm…”
I mugged the fuck outta him and he shut that up quick as hell.
“Ricen, is what he’s saying possible?” The redhead dude looked at the valet who was now pale as fuck.Hell yeah, it was possible. His fucking name was Ricen. That shit screamed fuck up.
“No, I checked the ticket. I mean, well yeah, maybe. There was an identical vehicle, same make, model, and color, but I checked the tickets.” He glanced at me before he focused on the redhead.
“Obviously not.” I moved to the passenger door, pulled it open, and grabbed the registration. Shoving it into his face, I said, “This shit says Sophie Prescott. Do I look like a muthafucking Sophie Prescott? Just get my shit so I can go.”
“Ricen, just get Mr.…” He looked at me.
“Don’t worry about my fucking name, just get my shit,” I growled.
“Get this gentleman’s truck.”
“I can’t, it’s not here.”
“The fuck you mean it’s not here? How the fuck did that happen?” I yelled, taking a step toward him.
I swear this dude pissed on himself, but at this point, I didn’t give a fuck.
“The same way you didn’t notice, she hadn’t either. She left right after you.”
“Ay, you trying to call me stupid or some slick shit like that?” I grabbed him by his damn shirt and pulled him close to me.
“No… no, sir. I was just…”
I let his ass go, shoving him back at the same time.
“Fuck! This shit can’t be happening. Get your ass on the phone and call her.” I looked between the two and they looked at each other.
“We can’t. When you give your car to the valet, all we have is the ticket, sir. No personal…”
“You know what, fuck it. I’ll handle it myself, but trust me when I say, I’ll be back after I get my gotdamn truck. And if she so much as smudged the gotdamn door, somebody in this bitch is buying me a new one. I put that on everything.”
I snatched the key back then rounded the truck and hopped back in. I pulled away from the curb so damn recklessly I almost hit another car head on. At this point, I didn’t care. If I wrecked her shit, I could afford to replace it. I just hoped her ass was home and not out driving around in mine like it was hers.
Chapter 2
Sophie
“Welcome home, Sophie. Did you enjoy breakfast?”
I smiled at Oscar as he stepped back, allowing me to slide out of my truck before he slipped in. “Thank you. Yes actually, I did. You know how I love Gallagher’s.”
“You sure do. You go at least what… four or five times a week. You really should learn to cook, Sophie.”
