A/N: Prepare yourself for a bombshell my loves. Because it's coming.
After leaving Carter's apartment, I had to walk the two blocks back to my dad's building to pick up my car and drive to my aunt's house. With every step I took though, I couldn't stop smiling.
She let me in. Carter finally let me in.
Granted, she only told me things like her favorite color, her middle name, and the types of music she liked, but that was a hell of a lot better than nothing. I chuckled to myself as I thought about how her voice would get all high pitched and she would do this funny finger waggle thing at me when I would disagree with her about a movie or a song. Half the time I actually agreed with her I just wanted to see her get worked up.
She's something, that Carter Renee Davis.
I shook my head as I thought about everything I've done to her. I'm such a dick, dragging her to that party, but I know if I showed up without a date my dad would have flipped his shit. Normally I take Amy along since she lives in the same building as my family, and she has to go anyways with her own parents, but she had texted me just twenty minutes before the party started saying she was sick. That's why I showed up at Carter's apartment.
She has such a hard exterior, but I know that girl would do anything if it meant helping someone else and I selfishly took advantage of that tonight. The worst part is though, I don't even feel bad about it. I mean I wish she hadn't seen me punch my own father, but it felt so fucking good to have her holding my hand at the party, introducing her to people as my date. People that I despise, but all the same it was nice.
And I was so fucking close to kissing her at the gala if my dad hadn't walked up. The second I saw him, I was seeing red just like I did at the match. I didn't want him anywhere near Carter, she's too good to associate with him. He's despicable, a tool that thinks it's okay to bash on his own son because he's so miserable. Then when he said she looked like she came off the street...I just lost it.
I took a deep breath to calm my nerves as I walked up to the building, getting angry all over again just thinking about it. I glanced up the street to where I had parked my Ferrari - my pride and joy.
Except it wasn't there.
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me." I muttered out loud to myself, running my hand through my hair.
That bastard took my car! I thought to myself.
I shouldn't be surprised. It is a signature Johnathan Payne move after all. My mother probably tried to stop him, but what dad says - goes.
I clenched my teeth, pulling out my phone to call Bill or Tanya to come and pick me up. Just as I was dialling their number though, my phone died.
Great. Just fucking great.
I looked around the block, sighing to myself. By now the entire gala had emptied, and I could just sleep in my office in the building, but my key to the building was in my car. So I was screwed. I walked over and sat down on the curb, putting my head in my hands. This was just not my night.
Well, that's not true. I got to spend time with Carter, maybe even earned a bit more of her trust. And then there's that almost-kiss that happened right as I left. I smirked to myself just thinking about the look of pure shock on her face. It had taken all my willpower not to just push her up against the wall and kiss the hell out of her right then and there, but that would have only freaked her out and set me ten steps backwards.
I snapped my head up as I thought about her. I wasn't stuck, I could just go back to Carter's place.
She wouldn't freak out would she? I mean I am stranded after all. And we were actually getting along really well.