“Then… what else should I do?”
Fraser lifted his chin slightly.
“Get in the car.”
Summer hesitated at the door, unmoving.
Fraser’s eyes darkened slightly, a smirk playing at his lips.
“What, are you afraid I’ll eat you?”
His gaze swept over her from head to toe.
Tonight, she was wearing a black form-fitting dress, her silhouette accentuated in all the right places. Her skin was pale against the dark fabric, her wavy hair cascading down her back like strands of midnight silk. She looked effortlessly seductive.
Fraser’s voice dropped an octave.
“Mm. Well, I’ve already had a taste. And I have to say… not bad at all.”
The memory of that night flashed through Summer’s mind – his touch, his kiss, his breath against her skin.
Her face burned instantly.
She reached up, instinctively touching her ear.
“I… I… it’s too late. I should just head home.”
For some reason, whenever she was around Fraser, she felt strangely on edge.
Maybe it was his overwhelming presence. Or maybe… something else.
Fraser crossed his arms, looking down at her with a gaze so deep it was impossible to decipher.
The corners of his lips curled slightly.
“Summer, if you want your bracelet, then get in the car. I won’t say it twice.”
Summer clenched her jaw.
She had no choice but to get into the passenger seat.
The sleek black Ferrari roared to life, slicing through the quiet night like a beast on the prowl.
Outside, neon lights blurred past the windows, streaks of color blending together in a mesmerizing blur.
Fraser was driving insanely fast – pushing close to a hundred miles per hour – but the ride was impossibly smooth.
Both hands on the wheel, his gaze remained sharp and steady, as if he had complete control over everything.
The city lights outside became the perfect backdrop for the man himself.
Summer had never been in a car moving this fast before.
Her fingers clenched around her seatbelt, palms beginning to sweat.
She couldn’t help but speak up.
“Fraser… I… I’m not in a hurry. Can we slow down a little?”
Fraser glanced at the woman beside him.
Her face had gone a little pale, her fingers clenching tightly onto the door handle, her body pressed against the car door as if she were trying to escape.
He was one of the world’s top racers. His Ferrari had been custom-modified for speed and stability.
Xavier had nearly thrown up the last time he rode with him. Some people just didn’t know how to enjoy the thrill.
“Relax, my driving is fine.”
Even as he said this, Fraser eased up on the speed just slightly.
Summer slowly adjusted to the pace. She still had no idea where Fraser was taking her.
She only noticed that the car had sped onto an empty overpass.
Fraser tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, his voice lazy.
“Summer, look outside.”
She turned her head toward the window.
Beyond the high bridge, the vast, dark ocean stretched endlessly. Dim yellow streetlights cast a glow against the water, mirroring the twinkling stars in the sky. The sea looked like a massive, breathtaking celestial map, deep and boundless.
Fraser pressed a button, and the Ferrari’s convertible roof slowly retracted.
Now, they were racing through the night, wind whipping past them.
Fraser smirked, eyes gleaming mischievously.
“Summer, take it all in.”
The moment the words left his mouth, the speedometer climbed back to 110 miles per hour.
The roar of the wind drowned out everything else.
There was nothing but the wild rush of air and the endless horizon ahead.
It was as if they were flying along the edge of the city.
It was reckless. Exhilarating.
Summer’s heartbeat pounded wildly, her body gradually relaxing. She could feel something inside her unraveling. A wide grin spread across her lips as she got lost in the moment.
The wind whipped through her hair, strands of it fluttering across Fraser’s face.
He reached up to brush them away, his fingers grazing the silky strands.
Seeing her completely immersed in the speed, her eyes shining with exhilaration, a rare flicker of amusement crossed Fraser’s gaze.
He twirled a strand of her hair between his fingers, bringing it close for a brief moment, inhaling its faint, lingering scent.
The Ferrari sped through winding mountain roads before finally stopping at the peak of the city’s tallest hill.
Summer stepped out, legs slightly wobbly, but her entire body still buzzing with adrenaline.
Fraser, watching her, scooped her up without hesitation and carried her toward the open viewing platform.
Summer, caught off guard, blushed.
“You can put me down now.”
Fraser lowered her gently, his fingers grazing her bare arm in the process. The fleeting touch sent an unexpected heat coursing through her veins.
He slid his hands into his pockets and stood beside her.
From this height, the city of Havenbrook lay sprawling beneath them, a sea of glittering lights against the dark canvas of the night.
The towering skyscrapers, dazzling billboards, and glowing streets seemed almost insignificant from up here.
Summer leaned against the railing, staring out at the view, slowly regaining her breath.
This was her first time experiencing such an intense thrill ride.
Now that it was over, she felt as if something within her had been set free.
Fraser walked over, pulled a bottle of water from the car, and twisted the cap open before handing it to her.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.