Nicholas scooted into the last row and glowered at the two pairs of passengers in front of him. He then glanced at his seatmate.
He wouldn't have minded as much if the person next to him was a beautiful woman. Unfortunately, he was saddled with Wayne, a bumpkin who was taking in every part of the luxurious car in wonder.
This was nothing like the romantic holiday he had in mind!
"Is this your idea of repaying my favor?" Nicholas groused as he leaned forward and propped his chin on the back of Hera's seat, looking dejected.
"You asked me out on a week-long trip, and here I am. Why are you complaining?" Hera countered.
"I'm happy you agreed to go out with me for a week, but what about the rest of them?" Nicholas asked pointedly, casting a meaningful look at Bernard and Shaun.
"You didn't say I couldn't bring friends," Hera said.
Nicholas fell silent. He wanted to swear.
How more obvious could he have been? Had the elaborate planning not been enough to demonstrate his intentions to Hera? Did he have to spell them out for her?
"You got a problem?" Bernard asked from up front as he cut Nicholas a sharp look.
Nicholas shuddered when he caught the icy gleam in Bernard's eyes. But Nicholas had never been one to cower, or he wouldn't have thought about pursuing Hera in the first place.
So, he snapped, "Why don't you try putting yourself in my shoes and see if you'd have a problem with this?"
"You can either put up with this or get out of the car. It's up to you," Bernard bit out coldly. He would never have agreed to let the pissant into the car if Hera hadn't said he could come along on the trip.
Bernard was no fool, and he had seen through Nicholas' filthy thoughts the moment he heard about the road trip.
He thought it was rather bold of Nicholas to pursue Hera. It seemed the punk needed someone to teach him a lesson about boundaries, and Bernard was happy to sign up for the task.
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