Chapter 0102

“Ah, come on,” he says, wrinkling his nose at me. “Let someone else exercise your horse today. Hang

out with me instead.”

“Seriously?” I say, tilting my head as I look at him. “You think that if you block the path towards the thing

that I actually want to do, I’ll just cave and go out with you?”

He gives me a naughty little smirk then. “Never failed me before.”

I can’t help myself. I laugh. “Wait, so you’ve done this before? Just blocked the road until the girl you

like goes out with you?”

“Well,” he says, giving a shrug. “If someone is being a cock block, then I’ve got to pull the road block.”

“What do you mean?” I ask, suddenly curious. “Who is cock blocking you?”

“Your new daddy-in-law,” he says, leaning forward and grinning at me. “I’ve been trying to get in touch

with you for days. But Lippert is blocking all my calls. My messages. All those poor carrier pigeons,” he

shakes his head in regret, “dead, for nothing but his pride.”

“Really?” I ask, surprised. “You’ve…been trying to call me?”

“Why are you surprised at that?” he asks, smooth. “You’re a gorgeous girl. And, well. At the beach I

thought we had sort of…a connection. Or whatever.”

I let him see my little smile this time. “A connection? Or whatever?”

“Whatever,” he says, leaning forward further so that his eyes are even with mine, looking at me

intensely. “Whatever you want, Fay Alden.”

I can’t help myself, then. The little butterflies that flutter around in my stomach make the decision for

me.

“Fine,” I say, taking three steps forward to join him at his side. “You’d better drive fast, though,” I say,

nodding back to Jerome in the black car behind me. “Because he’s definitely going to shoot you if you

don’t.”

Ivan laughs at this, raising a hand and giving Jerome a friendly wave. “What, that guy? Not a chance.

He doesn’t have the balls.”

I see Jerome in the front seat suddenly go red with rage when he sees what I’m doing. He moves, fast,

grabbing the handle of his door.

“Quick!” I shout, feeling a little reckless and liking it. I shove Ivan’s shoulder, urging him to move. “Go,

go!”

Ivan laughs, giving a little whoop and running around to the driver’s seat of his car.

“Fay!” I hear Jerome shout behind me. But I’ve already got the ferrari’s door open.

“It’s okay, Jerome!” I shout to him as I throw myself into the seat. “We’re just going out for lunch! Can

you take out Heathcliff for me!?”

“God damnit, Fay!” he shouts, and I see him raising his gun. But I slam my door shut, giving a little

shriek of excitement.

“Did you just get him in big trouble?” Ivan asks, glancing at me as we pick up speed.

“Anything you want, Fay,” he murmurs, keeping his eyes on the road.

I bite my lip, then, considering the possibilities.