Page 114 of Happy Hour

I was so fucked.

“I got what I wanted.” She crooned softly crossing her legs in my direction when the car stopped in an open field. “Now, how about we catch up?”

A quick look around confirmed no one in sight, just an open field with dead grass and a few abandoned barns in the near distance. “Where the hell are we?”

She shrugged with a smile. “I just wanted to be alone with you.” She answered with another seductive smile. “You know you want me, Jameson.”

I started coughing and choking before I stopped abruptly, glaring at her. “Sorry, I was just choking on some bile.” I told her with a smug smile of my own.

“Oh don’t be like that.” Chelsea moved closer.

I reached for the door handle while the driver locked it. “You can either play nice...or I’ll have Peter there,” she motioned to the driver. “help me detain you.”

She was practically on top of me now. “Get off me!” I snarled each word distinctively pushing against her.

She pushed forward, pressing her chest in my face. “I only want to play.”

Yet again, I lost it reaching for her upper arms. “I mean it Chelsea—get the fuck off me before I throw you off.”

She glowered for a moment; a sinful smile grazed her lips. “Have it your way, I got what I wanted.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Sway, she believes that you left with me.”

“What?”

“Darrin told her we left together...” her voice trailed off. “It’s exactly what I wanted.”

My heart was pounding in my chest with anger, and not just anger but out right rage as I processed what she said.

“You see Jameson, I have a plan.” Chelsea intoned. “I want you back and I’ll stop at nothing to do so. You were meant to be with me...so if your precious Sway gets in the way...I can’t say that she won’t get hurt.” She let out a dark laugh. “It’s a pity she won’t have any family left after Charlie’s gone, she’s going need it.”

I suddenly felt the rage boiling inside me. I was absolutely furious that she deceived me but more importantly, she let Sway believe a lie. Not that I hadn’t already lied to her but Christ she’s been through enough already.

The adrenaline coursed through me, burning like acid, begging for release.

I responded just as I always did.

Within a second, I had my forearm pressed to her throat; her body was constrained against the seat while I hovered over her. “Whatever you have planned you deceitful fucking bitch, it willnotwork.”

“It’s already worked.” She strained. I had my arm pressed so tightly to her throat she could barely breathe at that point. “She thinks we left together. That’s all I wanted. I can’t say the same for Darrin and Mariah but I only wantedyouin all this. I wantedyouback.”

“You’ll neverhaveme.” I growled back jerking her forward as though I was going to kiss her; just before my lips touched hers, I slammed her back against the seat. “You neverhadme in the first place.” I insinuated.

The Vin Diesel fucker in the front seat pulled me backwards with little effort and threw me to the dirt ground. I didn’t try to get up; the dude was big as fuck and could kill me in seconds if he wanted, I was sure of that and wasn’t willing to test the theory.

Chelsea stepped out of the car approaching me, the rocks in the dirt crunched beneath heels. Kneeling beside me, her voice was sharp and vengeful. “It’s a shame you can’t see we were meant to be together.” She breathed. “You’ll see.” Rising, she strutted back in the car.

So there I sat, in the middle of the desert, waiting for something to pick up their goddamn cell phone to come get me. I started walking back towards the track, well I thought I was, I couldn’t be sure though. I had no idea what direction it was.

I dialed Spencer, Aiden, Tommy, Alley, Kyle and then resorted to calling Ethan, Harry Sampson’s crazy kid who bought lawn mower spark plugs for my race car one time.

Thankfully, he picked up. “Dude, where in the hell are you?”

“Disney land,” I answered. “come get me.”

He was quiet for a moment, probably trying to decipher if I was lying or not. “How’d you get to Disney land?” he stammered.

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