It’s in that moment that I realise that Dad’s concerns earlier might be well-founded.
I trust her. And that’s fucking dangerous.
My hand trembles slightly as I wait for the app to load as I descend through the building toward the underground garage where my Ferrari awaits. I knew I’d be desperate to get home, and there was only one car worthy of that job.
It’s not until I step out of the lift that my phone finally locates her.
And just as I feared, her little fucking dot is nowhere near my flat.
“Motherfucker,” I grunt, unlocking my car and falling into the driver’s seat.
Pulling up our chat, I fire off a quick warning.
Theo: Play with fire, Miss Ramsey, and you will get fucking burned.