Stop the facade

Denise's POV

Gregory opens the car door and I slip in. My hands wrapped around my body a layer of protection of some sort.

“You can relax, I don't bite”. My head jerks to the owner of the voice.

“All though I am good at making good hickeys”. He smirks at me making my heart thud loudly.

The driver takes a path that doesn't lead to the house. “ Are you taking another route to the house?” I asked the driver. Gregory beat him in answering. “We aren't going home”.

My eyes narrow at him. “You're finally going to do it”. I murmur a bit mortified.

“Do what?”. His face gives nothing away.

“You're finally going to dispose of me”. Shock crosses his face but it leaves so fast like lightning. He burst into laughter, a deep rumble that set fire in my belly.

“I think you watch too many movies on your own”. He chuckles. He moves his body closer to mine, making me shift till my body is fully rested on the door and there is no escape for me. He moves his mouth to my ear, his lips grazing my ear.