Fuzziness from the radio filled the car, and I switched the station, peering into my rearview mirror to see the main road.Where the hell is Cairo?This was the same time we had met here yesterday morning.Is he really not going to show?
Mind wandering back to Arch, I gritted my teeth.
What had driven him to make such a wrong assumption?From what I had gathered from their conversation, Arch’s father was a monster, and Arch was protective of his mom.Had he hurt them both?For how long?What had he done?
Last night, Arch’s eyes had been wild and filled with intense rage.So much hatred.
I blinked a few times, trying to push the thoughts away.I should’ve been focused on when Cairo was actually going to get here.My gaze cut to the clock on my dashboard.Time is ticking.But I couldn’t get Arch out of my head.
The way he had looked at Dad … it was like he was barely holding himself together, like he was on the brink of losing it completely.And, damn, did I want to fix him.I mean, what girl wouldn’t want to heal a broken, psychotic red flag of a man?
Obviously a sane one.
In my rearview mirror, I saw Cairo pulling into the Dunkin’ parking lot.After pushing Arch from my mind, I sat up taller and straightened myself out.Despite Cairo thinking that Frasier and I were together, he’d actually shown up.
He pulled up next to me and looked over, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, and then he nodded me over.I smiled back, both my heart and my pussy racing at the thought of him having me again and again and again.Every morning before school.
Instead of slipping into his car, I stayed in mine, a bit of my brattiness coming out this morning.But something about Cairo … made me feel so comfortable, like I could be a brat with him and he would punish me.
But not in a way that Arch did.Arch was violent and rough.
Cairo was …stern.
Warmth exploded through my pussy, and I matched his stare through the window.The cute, shy guy in my Physics class clenched his jaw and stepped out of his car, shutting the door behind him.He walked over to my side and leaned down to look into the car.
I rolled down the window and smiled sweetly.“Yes?”
“Get out of your car, Astrid.”
To hide a smirk, I pressed my lips together.“And if I don’t?”
A low, sadistic chuckle left his mouth.“You’ll see what happens when you disobey.”
Fuck!My pussy pulsed uncontrollably.
“Get.Out.Of the car.”
While I so desperately wanted to brat it out and see what this punishment really was, the tone in his voice made me want to obey.I grabbed the door handle, then stopped myself, trying to regain control of my body.
Stupid body betrayal syndrome!
Cairo pulled the door open and took my hand.“Come with me.”
“No,” I whispered, standing.I met him eye to eye; his gaze was so intense that I had to look away.
“No?”he hummed, moving toward his car.“You want to be a brat with me, but you can’t this morning, can you?”He opened his passenger door for me and stepped to the side, allowing for me to sit if I wanted.“Why is that?”
“Because,” I said, pussy pulsing.I didn’t know what I wanted from him right now—someone hard but stern or someone soft but stern.I wanted all sides of him to see which one was my favorite.“Because …”
“Hmm?”he murmured, pushing some hair behind my ear, his mouth dangerously close to mine, lips millimeters away.His warm, minty breath fanned my face, making me feel things in places that I shouldn’t.“Do you want to be my good girl today?”
I stared up into his dark brown eyes, heart racing, opening and closing my mouth.
“Is that what you want?”he asked again, his gaze softening.“Is that who you need to be?”
I furrowed my brow and pressed my thighs together.“Yes,” I whispered.
“Then sit,” he ordered.“We can go for a drive.”
