Page 17 of Possessive Mechanic

Astrid

Ihad to leave the garage before I did something that would get Axel in trouble. Subconsciously I went there because of the temptation to ask him for help, to let him step in and solve my problem for me.

But I can’t. It’s not right to bother him, to beg him to be an adult because I can’t.

If I go through with this I’ll have the company soon enough, and then I can destroy whatever evidence Ronny has and sack him shortly thereafter. That’s how it has to go down.

Not to mention I’ll have him for blackmailing me, granted he will have gotten what he wanted. I’ll just close my eyes and pretend it’s Axel there with me, right?

Wrong. You can’t fake Axel’s size, strength, and tenacity.

A tear rolls down my cheek as I drive toward Ronny’s house, the one he paid for with all the money he’s made from the company that bears my name. What a perverse conclusion this is coming to.

I want to puke. I want to buy a burlap bag and show up in that, not the form-fitting business attire which is more or less a bow, a wrapping, on the gift I’m bringing him.

My body.

Tasting bile in my throat I push forward. I lean back in the driver’s seat and hold my head high. I’m not about to let him see me in a state of distress. I’m going to walk in there like a boss bitch and show him who’s really in charge.

Who am I kidding? I can talk a big game all I want on the drive over, but when I arrive it’s time to put up or shut up.

And I’m still not sure I can go through with this.

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