Chapter 60: Threesome
Christian drove like a madman toward his home, Kayla sitting stiffly in the passenger seat. He didn’t care about speed limits, and she knew better than to say a word.
That self-righteous prick. Always getting in the way between him and his woman.
Christian resented the image of Lorenzo holding Ashley like she belonged to him—something he didn’t get to do when she was with him. And the way he’d swooped in to "rescue" her from the restroom, like some fucking superhero.
His knuckles turned white around the steering wheel, foot pressing harder on the accelerator. Did Lorenzo really think he stood a chance? That he would just sit back and let him humiliate him and successfully steal what was rightfully his?
Not in this life. Not even in his wildest dreams. He was going to make him regret ever trying.
His jaw clenched tight. Ashley’s outfit flashed in his mind again—hot as hell—but it made his blood boil. All that skin on display... for Lorenzo, for every bastard in that room to feast their eyes on. He’d been tempted to drag her out of there, and send her back home, but cameras were everywhere. And worse, he would’ve had to go through Lorenzo first.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed Kayla hugging herself, shivering. What now? Couldn’t handle a little speed after thoughtlessly making a public scene?
Her face had a few scratches. Ashley’s work, no doubt. But that didn’t stop his anger from bubbling back up. One minute she was with him in the car, and the next, she’d disappeared to the ladies’ room... just to pick a fight with the very woman he was still trying to win back.
Why the hell did she always have to make things worse?
With a growl of frustration, he slammed the accelerator harder once more.
"Chris! We’re going to die if you don’t slow down!" Kayla finally screamed.