Chapter 358 - Three Hundred And Fifty-eight: Asshole (2/2)

”Hi,” Anabelle opened the door and struggled to put on her best smile. However, she shouldn't have bothered with the effort because Julie in question, froze up as soon as he set his eyes on her.

Alright, that was now embarrassing, she scratched the back of her head awkwardly. The intensity in those eyes of his made her heart skip a beat, but she composed herself - he doesn't like her.

”Why are you dressed like this?” He asked, to her confusion.

”Did you hit your head somewhere? Weren't you the one who told me to dress sexily?”

”I did?”

”Yes?” Anabelle rolled her eyes, ”Don't tell me you seriously forgot -”

”Let's go,” He interrupted her.

”Asshole,” Anabelle mumbled beneath her breath, ”He didn't even tell me I looked good,” she grumbled and didn't get to see the way Julie's face heated up.

To her greatest surprise, the asshole opened the door for her to get in - maybe he did have a bit of chivalry in him. He slips into the front of the car and starts the car to God knows where - she hadn't even thought of asking him the location. She couldn't explain it but Anabelle had a feeling he wouldn't put her in harm's way since her father would hunt him to the ends of the earth - he knows that.

”Where is Isabella? I don't see her around?” Julie asked, ruining the mood.

The only reason he had chosen to hang around her was so he could get to Isabella through her. But ever since then, he hadn't gotten a grip of his fiancée - damn that two years contract.

Anabelle's face fell the moment she heard Isabella. Of course, he would think of Isabella, not her. What the hell was she even saying? She didn't need him to think of her - Crap! You know what, she would keep her mouth shut.

”She's your fiancée, you should know better,” she retorted and turned the other way.

Julie didn't say anything either, however, his head was filled with images of Anabelle - she looked so goddamn beautiful. Anabelle was beautiful but not that attractive as some other girls he had been with, there was just an innocence about her that was alluring. Fuck, what the hell was he thinking? No, he had to keep his eyes on the prize - Isabelle. No matter, she was the one for him.

”Where are we going exactly?” She asked him, yet his eyes focused on her luscious lips. He shook his head, something must be wrong with him.

”It's a low area. The location is not sent out to the members until the last minute. As you know, street racing is illegal,” As if he sensed what she was about to say, he added, ”Don't worry, you're safe. I'll make sure of that,”

”Alright,” Anabelle tried to be brave. For once, she had to live freely instead of the sheltered life her father gave her - no offense daddy.

In no time, they arrived at their destination with the sun already gone down. It was a shutdown highway.

”Fuck, our boy's here!”

There was a crowd of young people gathered already and they seem to know the asshole by her side - he must be pretty famous here.

”Yo, is this your new girl?” One of them asked with a pervy grin and tried to touch her.

The new girl? Annabelle picked that one. Julie must have a truckload of lovers like her uncle, Niklaus. Well, what was she expecting? That he had never taken any other girl here and she was his first? Total bullshit!

”Fuck off! ” There was a bit of aggressiveness in Julie's tone which surprised her as he stood between them. Well, he was protecting his servant girl, nothing else - she couldn't wait for their deal to be over.

Compared to the other girls here - who were glaring at her - Anabelle found out she was modestly dressed, yet guys still flooded to her like a moth drawn to a flame.

”Israel,” Julie called out one of his buddies, ”Keep an eye on her. And I mean watch her, not hit on her,” he warned him with a growl.

Though Anabelle did nothing but look around, guys still approached her and it was ticking him off for some strange reasons.

”Fine, chill,” the boy called Israel patted him on the back, ”Now, go win that bet,”

With one longeful look her way, Julie got into his car and set for the race.

”He didn't even say goodbye,” Anabelle grumbled, hands wrapped around her chest as the gun went off, signaling the start of the race.

”Don't worry about Julie, he's done this time without a number,” Israel said from beside her, mistaking that pout for anxiety.

”Who said I'm worried?” She snorted and then took a good look at him, ”Are you, my babysitter?” Julie had told her he would assign someone to look out for her while he was away.

”If you put it that way,” He smiled at her.

Contrary to her expectation, Israel turned out to be a good companion who kept her occupied as they waited for the racers to return.

”Let me have a taste,” Anabelle was intrigued by the bottle he was drinking from.

”No, buttercup, this is strong stuff,” He refused her.

”Trust me, this is not my first time,” Yes, she had drunk once - when she was little with Pedro and Isabella. And Of course, she didn't tell him that part.

Thanks to her power of persuasion, Israel gave her the bottle after promising him to take just one shot. However, that single shot changed Anabelle's perspective for the night; her inhibitions dropped to zero.

He had won!

Julie returned to the starting point of the race with that joy in his heart. Surprisingly, he couldn't wait to share the good news with Anabelle. She would be in awe of him or so he thought because when he returned, it was the sight of Anabelle throwing herself and flirting with his friend that greeted him.

His fist clenched in anger.