The Mechanic and The Socialite: A BMWW Steamy Romance (Opposites Attract) by B Vonne

Author:B, Vonne
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-10-11T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 4

Cress

“Cress,” Cynthia whispers and lifts a shaky arm towards me but thinks better of it and drops it into her lap. Which was a smart move because the way I feel right now, there’s no telling what I would do if she touched me. I’m torn between throwing her out on her ass or spanking her until she apologizes for the fucked up position she’s placed me in.

We’re sitting at the kitchen bar in my studio apartment. It’s the only place to sit other than the bed. After I dragged her upstairs, I cupped her beautiful face in my hand, but before my lips could make contact, she pushed away and muttered, “Wait.” Nervousness covered her like a thick coat as she circled around the tiny room, mouth moving but no sound coming out. I stood there watching as she gathered the courage to let me in on what was going on. After a couple passes, I grew impatient and just as I was about to demand an explanation for her odd behavior, she dropped a bombshell on me.

She’s getting married in two weeks. Stunned, I slowly lowered myself into a barstool and stared at her. Cynthia scrambled to explain, but all I heard was white noise. The words I’m getting married in two weeks ran in a continuous loop in my head. Confused why she would toy with me like this if she was promised to another man? Maybe I was right. She’s just a rich girl out for fun.

Finished with her lame-ass excuses, she sat down next to me and waited as I absorbed the shit ton of information she just dumped on me. From my peripheral, I noticed Cynthia studying my home. I couldn’t help but wonder what she thought of it.

I keep it reasonably clean, but it’s a small space, only containing the bare minimum. A bed, dresser, things like that, and of course a fifty-inch TV—you know, the necessities. It also has a tiny kitchen where I make the most basic of meals, which is all my limited skills allow me. When I wanted something more substantial, I headed to my dad’s. He’s an excellent cook. Even when my mom was alive, he made all our meals.

Sensing my eyes on her, Cynthia turned, and that’s when she uttered my name and reached out. Finally, out of my head and clear on what needs to happen next, I rise from my seat. After lifting her off the chair, I grab her hand and drag her once more. This time with the intent to get her ass out of here. She digs her heels into the carpet, halting her eviction.

“What are you doing,” I growl, turning to face her. “You have to leave.”

“Why,” she whines, a wild look of desperation in her gray eyes. “Is it because I’m a virgin?” she adds quietly.

“What…no! It’s because you’re engaged!” I practically shout. I almost forgot about that tidbit of information. Not that it mattered—I already figured she was.

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