DO YOU TAKE ME FOR A FOOL?

ANGEL

Alex drove almost an hour away from Ashton's house and I did not need a soothe-sayer to tell me why. I had no idea where he was taking me but I quietly followed him because we had a deal.

His car finally came to a stop in front of a beautiful, white-painted, luxury apartment.

He got out of the car, turned to my side, and opened the door for me.

"You don't need your wheelchair to get down, do you?" He asked.

Hearing his question, I recalled when he had first rolled me out of Ashton's house and lifted me off the wheelchair, putting me in the front seat of his car. As my nose got close to his neck, he had smelled so pleasant that I was tempted to ask him what he used as his aftershave.

Nevertheless, the question remained stuck in my mouth while he put the wheelchair at the back of his car got inside, and drove off.

I smiled awkwardly, "Yes I can walk." I got out of the car and walked beside him as he entered the house. Last night, I had convinced Sia that she had nothing to