Freya

I hopped in the backseat while Victor closed the door and waved me goodbye. I kept staring in the side mirror, watching him stuck to the same spot, watching till the car was out of his sight.

“Do you know my place?” I finally looked away from the mirror.

“Yes ma’am.” The driver replied, while I then relaxed and enjoyed the ride.

It felt nice to be rightly pampered by a man who knows what I want without even having to say a word. He knew I wasn’t in the right mood to drive, and ...