The Second Wife by Melinda Mulera (good books to read for 12 year olds TXT) 📖

"So." He says after a decent thirty minutes of silent driving. My street wasn't too far from the restaurant and so he decided to use a much longer route, that way he 'enjoys' the night. He had asked something earlier but I wasn't in the mood to try and get what he said. So far, I was too annoyed to care. "You've been awfully quiet." He said as I kept my gaze out of the window and towards the stars in the sky. "Hey." I heard him call before I felt a tough grip on my upper thigh. I fliz©¢<£nched and slapped his hand away as I shot him a deadly glare to which he chuckled to. "Finally couldn't ignore me?"
 

"Leave me alone." I hissed and crossed my arms over my chest. 
 

"You're suddenly in a mood." He said as he finally drove into my neighbourhood. I had told him thirty minutes ago of where I stayed and hence his reluctance to use the shorter route. "What did I do?"
 

"Mr Bronze, I'm afraid we're still strangers." I said calmly as I furrowed my brows at him. "Let's maintain formalities. Tonight was amazing and I am grateful that you fed me tonight, but I can see where this closeness is going. I don't need to even explain what I mean. You already know." I said calmly and he glanced at me for a moment before raising his brows in shock and laughing it out. 
 

"What do you mean by that?" He asked as I pointed at my house where he finally pulled over. "What are you talking about?"
 

"Goodnight, Mr Bronze." I smiled and grabbed the doorhandle opening the door only to gasp when his muscular hand reached out and grabbed the handle, closing it just as I was about to step out.
 

"What did you mean by that? You sound offended. Is it because of my mother?" He asked and I sighed out as I unlaced his hand from the door since his elbow was slightly stroking my chest. 
 

"You offering me dinner and calling off your guard after it. Isn't that a bit fishy?" I asked as I glanced at him. He stared for a moment before grinning and chuckling as he leaned in, placing his elbow on my seat, forcing me to lean back and hit the window with my back.
 

"Iris, what's your surname?" He asked and I furrowed my brows at him. But with the slight smile and raised eyebrows of his, he was actually waiting for me to say it.
 

"Brown." I said with a raised brow and he smirked as he suddenly dropped his eyes to my legs. I quickly plastered my palm onto my thighs and he chuckled and leaned away.
 

"Ms Brown, I had no intention of what you were thinking I was going to do to you." He said as he smirked at me. "I'm surprised you thought of something dirty with your boss."
 

"I.... Wait no!" I hissed as I gasped at him in terror. "I didn't.... I mean... You were leading the situation there! Don't turn the tables now!" I said in panic as he simply sat there smirking.
 

"Mmmh, you probably thought dirty." He chuckled as he reached out and gripped the stirring wheel as he bit onto his lower lip. I cringed my nose and rolled my eyes as I sighed out.
 

"I didn't." I rolled my eyes again and grabbed the handle. "Goodnight Mr Bronze, and have a nice weekend." I faked a smile and stepped out of the car.
 

"Good night Ms Brown." He chuckled before I closed the door. The moment the door shut, he already stepped on the accelerator and was gone in a flash.
 

I sighed as I walked up to my front porch, feeling a bit attacked when he must have thought I exaggerated my thoughts about him.
 

Gosh! Why did I say that!?
 

I smacked my forehead and clenched my jaw as I rushed up to the house and grabbed my keys from the hair of the doll nailed into the wall on my front porch. It was a porcelain angel with mesmerizing blue eyes and a huge head of hair. I always hooked spare keys for occasions like this.
 

My purse was back at the reception and I didn't want to go back except rest up completely.
 

I would get my purse tomorrow. It wasn't the first time I lost it. Every workmate knows my purse and always keeps it for me to come get it back.
 

I closed the door once I stepped in and sighed as I leaned back into the door, feeling a bit obnoxious as I stared at my empty lot and a bit embarrassed that Mr Bronze actually assumed I had thought dirty about him. But that was not the case at all, it just so happened that what he was doing seemed a bit off and I came to an abrupt conclusion.

Shaking my head a little, I walked up the stairs and straight into my room. Where I had thrown myself on the bed. Too exhausted to do anything else at this point.
 

I slowly shut my eyes and drifted off.