Page 28 of SNOB

My stomach grumbles at the mention of food. When was the last time I ate? “Keep talking,” I say, my words coming with a bit of a slur.

“Afterwards, you can sink into a whirlpool tub then cozy into a king sized bed with soft organic cotton.”

My mind finally switches from Mac’s model face to the idea of curling up in luxury. After a day like today, I could use some pampering. I don’t even know what word means but The Hill is the right place for it. “I’d really like that.” Reaching for my phone in my tote, I tap out a quick text to Uncle Jake, telling him where I’ll be. Not that he’d be awake to read it.

“Well then, let’s get you home.” Beau’s eyes dart around my face. “My home that is. And don’t worry, no funny business.” He winks, his hand moving from mine.

“Hey Beau,” I reach for his hand again, holding onto that bit of warmth. “You sure about that last bit?”

I see the first glint of bashfulness on his face when a hint of pink appears on his cheeks. “I don’t have to be.” Moving closer, I try to replace the memories of Mac’s cock in my face as quick as I can. And gin leads the way. “Want to get outta here?”

Slam!

The car door shuts, bringing me out of my gin-infused daze of Beau’s very blue eyes. A rumble comes under me and… was the car always on?

“Sure, let’s go.”

That’s not Beau’s voice.

My body jolts awake, the tipsiness from the liquor dissipating when I see who’s sitting in the driver’s seat.

Mac.

“What are you doing in my car, McKinsley?” Beau asks. He picks up his phone, recording again.

A deep chuckle comes from the driver’s seat as the doors lock around us. I don’t know what Mac's up to now, but there’s no way I’m going anywhere with him.

Reaching for the door, I pull the handle but it doesn’t open.

Screech!

My body slams against the door as we take a hard turn out the Sun House parking lot. Beau’s shoulder crashes into mine as my eyes lock on Mac’s in the rearview. They look as psychotic as they did moments ago. Glossier, like he did get that drink. Or five.

“We’re just going for a little ride,” Mac says. “Hold on.”

My grip tightens around the seatbelt as we veer onto a small dark road. “Haven’t you done enough?” He hardly has his eyes on the road, I know because they’re on mine.

I glance from those iron eyes to the speedometer. He’s way beyond the limit.

“You’ll see,” Mac answers.

“Watch out!” Beau calls.

Mac swerves around a cyclist as I grip harder to the fabric holding me in place until it digs into my skin.

Don’t show fear.

The roar of Beau’s engine means he can’t hear how fast my heart beats. He moves in and out of traffic, chuckling every time Beau calls out.

“This isn’t funny, Mac, pull over,” Beau demands. Mac speeds up some more. “Mac!”

Another swerve makes me shut my eyes.

“I swear, Mac!” Beau yells, clearly as fed up with Mac’s shit as I am. “Don’t make me call Daddy.” Beau wiggles his phone and it’s a bad idea.

Mac reaches behind him, pulling it out his hand. Then he tosses it out the window. The engine revs as he speeds up. “Who you gonna call now? Your whore of a mother won’t help you.” The car swerves some more and I don’t know if Mac has any control. He’s still not watching the road. Instead, he glares right at me, my back pressed against the seat.

“Mac, stop!” Beau calls again.

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