She smiles, “Yeah, it’s my free period beforehand, so I’ll grab the coffee, just let me know when you get out.”
I nod and she continues, “You want to get yourself in a car and hope Wren isn’t the second passenger?” I grimace, but nod in agreement.
I wish I could jump in the SUV with her, but each block must travel together, no mingling. I can see at the Joker Block there’s two coaches, the higher up the chain you get the smaller and more comfortable the vehicle. Red gets a black SUV with three other students and I get a chauffeur driven car with one other passenger, and seeing as there are six of us in Ace, there’s no chance of riding solo.
Approaching the first car, I notice it’s a Rolls Royce, how ridiculous. I mean its fucking beautiful and the petrol head in me is excited, but it’s completely unnecessary.
I’m totally fangirling inside though, I know this baby has a twin turbocharged V12 engine reaching 100 kilometers per hour in 5.3 seconds, and the trims on this thing, damn. Man, I need to see the inside. Walking to the trunk the driver opens it to reveal two separate locked compartments and hands me a padlock and key.
Opening the left compartment, I see that there is a decent amount of space in there, clearly for my weapons or whatever I feel is important enough to be locked away. I place the suitcase in and lock it up, choosing to keep my oversized handbag with my other belongings on me.
Nodding to the driver he leads me round and opens the door for me to enter. I can’t help but ask.
“What’s your name?”
He looks slightly startled with the fact that I’m talking to him.
“Ian, Ian Porter, ma’am” he responds.
“Thank you Ian,” I offer, with a slight smile.
Rafe raised me with manners and respect, no matter what, and the biggest secret to finding yourself on top is befriending the one’s deemed ‘nobodies’. It’s where you can sometimes find your strongest loyalty.
Ian simply smiles in response.
I take a seat and god this is a thing of beauty. Full black leather interior, with the privacy paneling in place and fitted monitors in the seats in front. I’ve got leg space for days, and the armrest is open with bottles of water sat waiting. This is my kind of luxury. I’m ready for us to start moving so I can feel how smooth of a drive she is.
I pull my phone out, waiting for whoever gets the short straw to join me so we can get moving. Glancing at my messages, I see Rafe has sent a few more this morning, clearly stressed out with the fact I haven’t responded yet.
Rafe: Hey Luna, I know you're mad right now but please spare me a break for five seconds and let me know you’re ok. I know that place, those people and as strong as I know you are, I’m worried.
Sighing, I relent and give a brief response.
Luna: I’m fine.
Within seconds my phone is buzzing again.
Rafe: Oh, thank god. I’m glad you’re ok. Try and enjoy your first day, I’m working on what I can, I swear. If you need me at all I’m here.
Rafe: P.S I’ve arranged for Dot to be shipped to you. Should be there Friday. I’ll confirm closer to the time.
Dot? Oh god, I would love nothing more than my motorbike right now. The thought of the freedom, the wind swirling around me, has my heart racing. We’re able to leave campus at the weekends, and the prospect of taking her for a spin excites me. Screw all the other shit, my focus is on having my baby here. I’m sure Thomas said there’s a garage at Ace when he was walking me to my room, I’ll check when I get back.
Suddenly the door is being opened and one of the guys I haven’t met before takes the seat beside me.
I sigh internally, thanking god it’s not Wren. I don’t need that crazy in here with me. Although there seems to be tension pouring off this guy in waves, and my instincts tell me that it’s because of me. Great, I’ve never met him before, and the extreme discomfort is spoiling my first drive in this hot ride. It’s a shame he’s not Oscar, at least he seems to like me, well my body.
Looking this guy over, I’m speechless because of how good looking he is. He’s not as big as the other two, slimmer, but I can still see the definition around his shoulders. I’d like to see what this guy’s hiding under that uniform because he’s real eye candy material.
He has Asian heritage in his blood. I can notice it slightly around his eyes, in the chisel of his cheekbones and jawline, and it makes me hotter for him. Jet black hair swept to the side, with his cartilage pierced on his right ear.
I want to lick him.
For Fuck sake Luna, what is wrong with you? I’m not usually so easily attracted to guys, but they make them extra hot here apparently. Not wanting to be caught staring, I glance out of the window and gather myself as the car starts to move.
We’ve not moved far when the partition rises. I look forward as Ian glances in his rear-view mirror offering a slight shake of his head, letting me know he’s not the one controlling it.
That leaves my backseat buddy, and I don’t think it’s because he wants to get hot and heavy. Shame.
I turn to look him straight in the eyes, letting him see my confidence and complete lack of fear. He stares me down for a few moments, looking for what, I don’t know.
“Do you want to explain to me why I’m
