FIFTY

❧ Fiorella ☙

I brace myself for whatever he's going to do to me, but I'm not ready for him to rip my shirt down the center. The cold air comes in contact with my heated skin and hardens my nipples. I immediately look around in panic.

The driver who is taking us is parking the car, the windows are dark, but there is no separation between the front and back seat, which means the guy behind the wheel can hear us perfectly.

"Take off your pants and underwear or I'll rip them off too." Before I can repeat myself, I pull the torn edges of the T-shirt off my arms and head for the waistband of my leggings.

"What am I going to wear then, do you want everyone to see me naked?". I glance toward the front seat, where her driver has his eyes fixed on the road.

"Don't worry about him." He unbuttons his shirt, takes it off and leaves it on the back of the seat next to me.

"For later," he explains.

"After what?" I can't control my agitated breathing as I lift my hips and shed my pants and underwe