Endowed lady

Allie's POV

Aaron race dangerously, risking through every tiny space among the cars on the road. It went on for minutes until my body couldn't take the rough path.

"Aaron!" I hollered, at the top of my voice, breathing heavily at the same time trying to secure my regular tempo of breathing.

He turned over to the side of the road immediately, staring at me in an expression which is close to concern "Are you alright?" he requested, stretching a spare bottled water to me.

I stared at him weirdly still not competent to voice out. I gape at the surrounding, God knows the place looks odd. Apart from the sounds from the few cars passing on the road, it was silent until the cops car and two motorbikes parked at our back.

"Damn…" he cursed, punching the steering wheel. "Just stay in the car" he ordered, removing his seat belt.

"I could be of help." I protested, gearing to come out too.

"Those motorbikes are paparazzi. You know what I mean, don't you? Just stay. I will