CAR RIDE

He had never heard anyone expressed those words in a sentence before. Was she that drunk, so drunk that she was coming onto him. Did she even know the definition of sex, at least Alexander's definition of sex? He wasn't a man that did sex. He was a psycho that gave his all, tore through a night with any woman that got his manhood standing.

He was a man that fucked, get you paralyzed the next morning wondering if he was a man or a beast. He was a man that understood what to do. He was a man that ruined innocent women’s mind with his classic one night stands. That was the needy version of Alexander, the crazy uncontrollable version of Alexander.

“What do you mean deep, long and hard?” Alexander asked backing up as a vehicle.

“Oh princess,” he whispered in a tempting tone with a smirk. He knew exactly what she wanted.

“That’s something you're unable to handle,” he said laughing while looking at her exposed chest. “You’d just hurt yourself.”

He didn't want to go that far with her, not when he had no intention of giving her all of him, not when she knew nothing of what she was doing.

“I said... I want you to fuck me as you did in my head,” she responded moving closer slowly unbuttoning the buttons of her shirt. “I know what I can handle, I want you.” She was trying to wake up something in him, get his manhood standing as a soldier at command.

She was crazy. A drunken Siana was madness. She was a hot mess that needed to be put to bed. She understood nothing. She knew nothing of his might. She was just a wave of trouble flowing at his feet ready to take him in. Just a everyday sight to his eyes. Something he would see every day.

Aden listened carefully trying to figure out what was going on, what were they talking about? What exactly did Siana wanted, deep, long hard, what did that mean? What had Alexander laughing that much? A smirk stretched across Aden’s lips as a dirty thought blew across his mind and he slowly switched his focus to the mirror. The sight of Siana blinded him once more sending his mind loose and his arms froze. He swayed the car in shock. The car came to a stop at the apartment Siana stayed in. How could she be coming onto Alexander in the back of a moving car driven by someone else half drunk? That’s it she was drunk. They were doing such things right before his eyes, ignoring the fact that he was there.

“Fucking ass!” Alexander shouted in shock, “Are you trying to kill me?” He questioned in anger.

Alexander spun around to be met by Siana's awkward position; legs pointed to him, arms gripping onto the seat and her lips curved between a smile and a frown giving an awkward view. Alexander turned his head and laughed. How did she even end up being stuck between the seats?

This girl was a real drama. She was a hellion toying at every inch of his nerves, wrapping her actions around his mind driving him crazy.

“Help me up!” She shouted trying to wiggle her way out with a laugh.

How could she be in that position and still be laughing? Was she that stupid? Who gets so drunk that they can't even help themselves? I'll tell you. Siana, that's who. It was a view that had him on the edge of bursting out in laughter but that wasn't him. No matter what he was always able to keep his kool but this time she was challenging his humor. He swallowed hard trying to push back down his laughter as Siana fought her way up. She watched him fade into a full on crazy laughing mode. The evilness echoed in his laughs. How could he sit and watch her in that position yearning for help, avoiding her cries for help?

“Fuck,” she whispered under her breath as she sat on the seat feeling embarrassed waiting for the right moment to exit the car.

This was terrible. Imagine trying to seduce a cold hearted bastard in your drunken state and ended up failing like that. That was one out of the thousands of reasons why she didn’t drink without her best friend by her side. She didn't like him in that way. She was just feeling the moment that’s all.

“I'm so sorry Miss Jones. Are you okay?” Aden questioned as he opened the car door feeling worried and scared.

She peeked at him still stuck in her embarrass phase. She glimpsed his face torn with smiles as he covered his mouth trying to hold back his laughter while side eyeing her. That was something she couldn’t bear to see anymore. She switched her gaze to the window and her eyes wondered the surroundings.

"Huh, we're at my place!" She shouted with a smile on her face and excitement in her eyes.

She had finally gotten the chance to go back home. Does that mean she wouldn't have to marry him? Does it mean that she could forget him fully? She quickly got out of the car with weak, frail steps swaying from side to side. That was it, the moment she could escape his vicious clutch.

"Am home baby!" She shouted with her hands wide in the air, the evening wind blowing her black luscious hair wildly.

She had the happiest smile, the biggest voice. She felt in charge, she felt on top of the world. She felt like a boss again. She was lost in the feeling, enjoying every second that went by. Maybe she was hallucinating. Maybe she passed out when the car suddenly came to a stop. Maybe she was super drunk. Or maybe just maybe this was all real. She had everything she wanted the past three days in the palm of her hands. Was any of it real?