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life of the party

❝ we don't have to be ordinary,make your best mistakes,'cause we don't have the time to be sorry,so baby be the life of the party ❞

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we don't have to be ordinary,
make your best mistakes,
'cause we don't have the time to be sorry,
so baby be the life of the party

I was still just standing there.

"C'mon, let's go," he beckoned, walking towards his car, which could I just add, was a beautiful red Mustang.

I had to consciously close my mouth and not let it drop open. That was a gorgeous car.

"I'm not moving till you tell me exactly where we're going."

"I'll tell you in the car, I promise."

"If you take me to the casino or a strip club, I'm leaving."

"C'mon, Brooklyn. Do you think that little of me?"

"Like you care what little ol' me think," I joked.

Something passed in his face but it was gone before I could ask him about it.

"Don't worry. I'm Liam Greyson. You won't be bored."

Something about his cocky mannerism made me want to hit him and kiss him all at the same time. I wanted to prove him wrong but I also wanted him to be right at the same time.

"You're intrigued. I can see it in your eyes. Get in." He flashed me the smile that made hearts flutter worldwide.

Biting my lip in contemplation, I decided to throw caution to the wind. After all, what's the worst that could happen?

"So, where are we going?" I asked the moment I got into the car.

"Put your seatbelt on."

I rolled my eyes but did as he asked. "Yes, Father. Now, where are you taking me?"

"Somewhere that will get your adrenaline pumping." Liam glanced at me briefly. "You're not afraid of heights, are you?"

"Heights?" I repeated, my eyes widening. "Y-Yes, um, terrified actually," I choked out, my hand already reaching for the door.

But Liam was faster. The door lock clicked. "I'll take care of you."

My heart pounded viciously. The car engine roared to life. I felt like I was being taken to my death.

My fingers clutched at my shirt helplessly, trying to dry my sweaty palms in vain. The sweat just wouldn't stop coming.

Liam shot me a look from the corner of his eye. "You okay?"

"No," I wailed. "Let me out." This was no time to put on a brave face. I'd rather lose all my pride and dignity than to... do whatever he'd got planned.

The guy had the guts to chuckle. "Brooklyn Hart is deathly afraid of height. Who knew?"

I couldn't even come up with something witty. I was that nervous. Sending a prayer up, I promised whoever up there that I'd be vegetarian for the rest of my life if we somehow got into an accident right now. At this very instant.

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