Chapter One Hundred and Four

Ayva’s POV

By the time I reached Justin’s car, I was a panting mess. In my defense, I’d taken the stairs because the elevator had decided not to respond when I needed it the most, and well I’ve never been the most athletic person in the room.

Surprisingly the roof of his convertible was down. I knocked on the window in the driver seat and he winded down a second later.

He looked a little surprised to see me which made me know that he hadn’t heard me screaming at him to wait for me. That means that if I hadn’t pushed myself to run faster, I wouldn’t have caught up with him.

“What are you—” Justin started to ask when I said,

“Get… get out of the car, I’ll- I’ll drive.” I tried to catch my breath, holding on to the car to keep myself upright.

He raised a brow. I pulled the door handle, luckily the door wasn’t locked.

“I can’t let you drive when you’re like this,” I told him.

His lips were set in a straight line and his gaze, questioning. “And what exactly do you mean by ‘when I’m li