Page 18 of Possessive Mechanic
Axel
Keeping my distance from her car, I still can’t for the life of me figure out where Astrid is headed. My all-black bike and equally dark jacket and helmet with visor do the job of keeping me concealed, but it’s her location that’s truly in the dark.
Once I find her I’m going to make this, whatever it is, go away. Then I’m going to go to her father and ask for her hand in marriage. Yeah, just like that.
The old man is going to flip out, but at the end of the day what option does he have? Not to mention his daughter is an adult and can make her own decisions. It’s her life to live, not his…although I’m sure he’ll have plenty to say considering she’s the heir to the throne.
I couldn’t care less. I’ll sign whatever prenup they want. I don’t want anything…only her.
And in an ironic twist of fate, her father would be wise to not come between us. First and foremost because of his health if he tries to stop me. I know the old man can’t scrap like I can. And secondly, because a partnership between her and me would only be a good thing for the company. Imagine how much we could do partnering together. My garage and expertise and her company? We could build anything, do anything.
The best part is I don’t even need her money, although I’m pretty sure she doesn’t know about that. Good, because just as she’s surely been taught to keep her business on the down low in order to avoid being a victim of crime, I also don’t talk about my wealth.
Sure, I have nice cars, but that’s part of my marketing…and because I like them. It makes sense, and for all people know they’re just clients’ cars that I’m test driving to make sure the modifications are correct.
I catch myself daydreaming and when I come to I’m just cruising down the highway.
“Where is she? Where did she go?”
Anger engulfs me as I look in the rearview, to see if she’s taken the last offramp. I see nothing.
Hitting the gas I swerve past a multitude of cars. She’s not in front of me any longer either.
“Fuck!” I hit the throttle in anger and then pull off the highway, slowly making my way back to the garage.
How the hell did I lose her? Because she just takes over my damn mind and I can’t concentrate on anything else, that’s how.
Angered, I pull back into work and try to bury my mind in the project I’m doing with her dad, devoting myself to making it the best work I’ve ever done.
Tonight, when I’m done, I’ll swing by her house and wait for her. And this time I won’t let her out of my sight.
She can count on that.
