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What the hell! Have I entered the twilight zone or something? How did he literally just read my mind?

Chapter 9

Elena

I’ve been a nervous wreck since waking up this morning and now, as I sit here, waiting for the town car to show, I feel like I’m going to throw up. My stomach is in knots and if I didn’t know better, I’d think I was cramping from my period.

It doesn’t help that when I went by the police station this morning, unfortunately, they didn’t do anything to help. They filed a missing person’s report, but the detective thinks she simply took the money and ran, most likely shacking up in some seedy hotel with a man.

But I don’t believe that. Not Mama. She’d be home by now. At least… I want to think she’d want to be home with me. All my childhood I’ve dreamed of what it would be like to have loving parents, wishing I had different ones. But now that Mama is missing, I just want her back.

I must be a glutton for punishment. It’s not like I crave the abuse and what comes with having an alcoholic parent. It’s just all I’ve ever known, and being alone sucks.

Sitting down on the couch, I pull back the curtain and gaze out the window to the street. There are children playing a game of baseball on the asphalt, which can only end in disaster.

A sleek black car rounds the corner, slowing as it nears the children. They all stop their game to stare at it in awe. It’s a town car like Edward said, and it’s five thirty, the time it’s supposed to pick me up. Could this be it? When it pulls to a stop in front of my house, I know it is. My heart starts racing and I suck in a shuddered breath.

This is it!

It’s really happening!

I’m going to lose my virginity to a stranger.

Standing, I pick up my purse. Do I go out? Does the driver come to the door?

Before I can decide, there’s a knock at my door.

One foot in front of the other. I move the short distance from the couch to the door and open it.

“Hello, I’m Jeeves. I’ll be your driver for the weekend.” His British accent is posh and proper, and his black suit is perfect, not a wrinkle in sight. He’s even wearing a cap. The corners of my lips turn up and I can’t help it. I start giggling uncontrollably, holding my stomach. This is too good to be true.

“Are you okay, Miss?”

It takes me a minute, but I compose myself, straightening my body as I smooth down my dress.

“Yes. I’m sorry, that was rude of me. It’s just, you’re like something you see out of a movie or on one of those red carpet shows. And Jeeves, is that your name for real?”

His eyes twinkle just a bit as he gazes at me, but he doesn’t confirm. We stare at each other until he finally speaks.

“Very well. Shall we go?” He steps back and gestures toward the town car that now has a horde of children descending upon it. He still didn’t give me the answer I asked for.

“Sure, just let me lock up.” He steps back, and I exit the house, turning my back to him to lock the door.

But when I go to turn back around, I just about run smack dab into him. “Crap. Shit. Ughh. I’m sorry. Wasn’t expecting you to be standing right behind me.”

“Just waiting on you, Miss. Shall we?” He holds out his arm and I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do, so I link mine with it. I seriously don’t want to mess this up and end up looking like a fool. He leads me off the porch toward the car, so I’m guessing it was the right thing.

“Alright kids, time to go,” he tells them, tuning out all their questions about who he is and what he’s doing with me. I do the same. There’s no way in hell I’m telling a bunch of kids I’m about to go have sex for money. I’m sure their parents would love me for that.

I can’t control the giggle, but I try really hard to keep it quiet, as Jeeves stands stoic, holding the door open.

“Thank you,” I whisper as I slide in.

“My pleasure, Miss,” Jeeves replies just before gently shutting the door.

He gets in the driver’s seat, starts the car, and cautiously pulls off, avoiding the children who don’t seem to understand they need to get out of the way.

Jeeves turns the radio on and soft jazz fills the car. I don’t know if I’d rather be nervously rambling or if the quiet is better. Doesn’t matter since neither of us is saying anything.

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