Wobbly Roads To Unknown

‘Another Left, you said?’ Kavish asks the third time, peeping at me through the rear-view while my brain is still weaving through the endless number of faces I might have seen in my life. None resembles his. And it is exhausting for me. I could not figure out his identity. Surely, he cannot just be a bodyguard to the hunk licking ice-cream from his fingers innocently oblivious to the sensation he is leaving in my p****y.

Newspapers? Tabloid? Billboard? On a condom pack?

The misty green eyes rake over me rather suspiciously. And what have I, your royal highness, done to earn the glances?

It’s a long story and may have everything to do with the amount of lefts I have been telling him to take from the past ten minutes or something.

Where do those lefts take me? I don’t bloody care.

‘Besides. Nothing is ever right in my life. Why refrain myself from taking all the wrong lefts.’ I mumble under my breath not loud enough for either of them to hear it. The icecream is over—mine is—becau