Page 114 of Damaged Mogul
“If you can’t take it, don’t dish it out,” he says.
“Noted.” I nod.
Gage shifts his attention to the road.
I pull my oversized designer sunglasses over my eyes and lose myself in the scenery.
Driving in LA is an indescribable experience. We left the bumper-to-bumper traffic behind, and now it’sride, baby ride. As the road leading to Malibu unfolds underneath the wheels of Gage’s speeding bullet, I take it all in. Each time I blink, it’sas if I’m trying to capture a snapshot of the city. If I come back to study in LA, it’ll never be the same.
It’s never as good as the first time.
I fight off a smile at the double entendre.
I pull out my phone to take photos and videos for Nadine.
Save for the horrendous traffic and a few other nightmarish things typical of megacities, I can see why people think this place is Paradise. Sun, sea, surf, sexy people, and the chance of spotting celebrities––unless you’re partying with them at a private affair in a swanky club.
My eyes bounce to the majestic peaks.
I was expecting to see the Pacific Ocean, but I didn’t expect to see mountains. A group of men saddled on motorcycles that look like they belong to another era zoom by. Some are alone, others have a woman clinging to their back.
Wicked.
Does Gage own a motorcycle?
Not that it matters. I’m way too much of a chicken to ride on the back of a motorcycle. I prefer to be encased in steel when I’m on the road.
I tap my foot and bob my head to the tune playing.
Catchy.
This is the perfect day.
There are plenty of sunny days in New York during the sweltering summers, but the sky is never this bright. As my eyes stretch to the horizon, I spot a group of surfers riding a wave.
So cool.
California sure is beautiful.
Unable to help myself, I steal a glance at another beautiful view.
Long gone is the morning stubble. He’s clean shaven and hot as ever.
While I was getting ready, Gage drove back to his place fora change of clothes. He traded what he was wearing yesterday for another casual yet smoking hot outfit––black jeans that mold his muscular thighs to perfection and a blue shirt with a purple undertone that makes his green eyes even more seductive. Not that I know how that’s even possible.
My suitcase is still a no-show.
At this point, I’m certain it traveled to Australia. Thank God, I had something suitable for our outing. I opted for a cobalt-blue midi skirt and a white flowy sleeveless top with a sexy V-neck. When it comes to footwear, Gage and I match. I went with a pair of silver Converse I bought during my shopping spree. He’s rocking a pair of cool high top custom designed ones.
He catches me ogling. “You like what you see, princess?”
Yes. I. Do.
I don’t have a chance to incriminate myself.
The song changes to one of my favorites.
Excitement courses through my body. Before I can catch myself, my hands are over my head. I wiggle in my seat as I sing along.
