Chapter 57

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Madelaina:

We sit in silence for a while. But that doesn't mean that the air isn't filled with sparking electricity.

The smugness never leaves his face and the burning in my core definitely isn't fading any time soon.

Every so often, I'll feel his eyes on me and I'd dig my nails into the flesh of my palms to stop myself from doing anything stupid.

Like pulling his face down to mine.

Or slapping him.

However, he did kiss me before. So, if I were to hit him, it would be perfectly fine. Just setting the world straight again. Restoring the balance.

I can still feel the blood on my face.

The asshole ruined my makeup!

I spent thirty minutes on this and he messed it up within less than ten seconds.

I might have enjoyed the way he did it, but still.

I'm half tempted to reach for the handkerchief again on the posssibikity that he stops me again. With his hand. And then his mouth. And then maybe something else...

"Having filthy thoughts about me, Principessa?"

I bite my tongue and then show him a dazzling smile.

"Nope."

"Are you sure?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"You tell me. I wasn't the one squirming in my seat."

I gasp and the smile slips away. "I wasn't squirming."

"Oh, yes you were." He retorts. All arrogant disposition.

"You're so full of yourself."

"And what's wrong with that? I'm loved by many people. Why am I not allowed to love myself."

"That's not the issue. You love yourself too much."

"No more than I love you."

Ugh!

There he goes again.

Why is he able to say these things without blinking and I'm left flustered with nothing to say?

It's not fair.

"What? Nothing to say?"

I simply cross my arms over my chest and turn to face the window.

"Real mature."

"Shit up."

"Why don't you shut me up?"

I tighten my arms but it means nothing when he tightens his own hold on my thigh.

"Scared, Principessa?" He taunts.

I'm really starting to rethink this whole loving him, thing.

"Not in the slightest."

"Then what's stopping you?"

"You're still driving."

"And?"

"And I don't particularly feel like dying in a car crash."

"You know i'd never let you get hurt."

"Yet, you're trying to get me to kiss you while you're operating a moving vehicle."

"I know how to stay in control."

My skin heats and I shift in the seat again, coaxing a grin from his lips.

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