Page 28 of Bully Billionaire Dragon

“It’s getting late,” TJ says as I buckle Shane in. “We should get going.”

I roll my eyes, but TJ isn’t looking at me, but at himself in his rearview mirror. He really, truly is self-centered.

I have no clue why.

He may be conventionally attractive, but his personality definitely could use some work.

“Fine, you’re the boss.”

I shut the back door, and as I reach for the passenger side handle and pull, I realize that it is locked.

Seriously?

Is TJ this much of a man-child?

I glare at him through his tinted windows and see him laughing his ass off before the doors unlock and I get in the car begrudgingly.

“You’re an ass.”

“Sorry, Taylor, I just had to. Shane and I always do that to each other, but he is currently dead to the world in my back seat.”

Turning around, I see Shane dead asleep with his mouth wide open.

Seeing my brother in such an innocent state brings a smile to my face, and I almost forget about TJ’s childish antics.

“You ready?”

“I’ve been ready, you’re the one who has been delaying this whole time.”

TJ just shakes his blonde hair out of his eyes before zipping out of the parking structure, causing me to hold onto the seat for dear life.

“Slow down!”

“Honey, we’re in a Tesla, there is no slowing down.”

TJ doesn’t talk while he drives, his eyes glued to the road. While he is speeding like a maniac, I am thankful that he keeps his eyes straight ahead.

The ride gives me time to think about the case.

According to KobiTech and Dylan, they have really solid evidence. When solid evidence is involved, I know for sure that I can make a compelling case.

I am a great lawyer, and evidence just makes it easier to win; I can win a case without it if I really apply myself, but this one should be a piece of cake.

Glancing at TJ, he looks the epitome of peace. His jaw is relaxed, and his eyes still fixed on the road. The only indicator that he isn’t entranced by the drive is him glancing at Shane in the rearview mirror every few minutes.

A drive that should take close to twenty minutes takes just under fifteen due to TJ’s speeding.

“Thanks for the ride,” I mutter as I see my childhood home outside my window.

TJ nods before parking and running to the back seat door, helping Shane up.

“I can take him inside,” I explain, but TJ shakes his head.

“He’s a heavy guy and my friend. I can help.”

Not wanting to carry a man bigger than me up to the house, I welcome TJ’s assistance.

Shane mumbles incoherently as we walk around to the back of the house, where it will be easier to get to Shane’s room.

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