Drive Me Crazy

Leah~ The blades of my suitcases echoed through the majestic halls leading up to my room. Any louder and it could wake the dead. It has only been an hour since I got back to this place and all I could think about is to escape again. Its existence and my presence in this house are nothing short of suffocating. The air feels toxic and heavy, even with its nice white walls. I should be glad to be living in a mansion like this, any twenty-two-year-old woman would, but all I want to do is hitch a ride back to the airport and hop on a plane back to Chile. At least there was no judgment there and no pressure from my father. I was shitting bricks when he called grandma yesterday and told her that my "little getaway" was getting out of hand and I needed to return to the vineyard, with no questions asked. He didn't even ask me if I was ready to come back home, I'm the one who just lost a mother and was falling apart. And I'm the one with the future of one of France's most expensive wine produ

Xander Hayes The door slammed, echoing against the morning silence as I hopped from the driver's side of the Audi A8 L, Peter Monroe's preferred vehicle for transport. Three months into this job and I still can't get a hang of not being early. I guess it's just stuck with me after spending all those years in my line of work. Besides, I know firsthand not to keep bosses waiting. It's seven something, close to the time for Peter to make his rounds to his famous French cafe in the quarter. It surprises me how this man has half an acre of kitchen at his discretion and still doesn't eat at home. After breakfast, was a big meeting with a fundraising committee for an event that was going to be held at his compound. Should be a smooth day. I flicked my wrist to look at the time and propped up against the car. Maybe being early wasn't so bad, after all, the field workers weren't out yet. That gave me plenty of time to admire Lavigne and all its natural glory. And most importantly, I had a hi

Leah MonroeA flash of white headlights jolted my eyes open. Shit! I squinted just enough to see my father hopping out of the car with Xander holding the door for him. I slid down onto my seat, making sure they didn't see that I was in my car. As soon as I made contact with the ground, a pain shot through my lower back. Maybe all of that waiting got my body tight. I glanced at my phone, it was almost eleven, so Xander must be heading out. He climbed back into the car. I expected him to park somewhere on the compound but he didn't, instead, he headed toward the exit. I thought drivers took their own car home in the evenings. I can't believe how careless dad was, throwing around an Audi like that like it was nothing. For all I know, Xander could be waiting for the right moment to pawn it off or scrap it down. I wasn't one to judge people but he definitely didn't deserve my benefit of the doubt. I waited before he got a safe distance before I started my car and drove after him. He was

Leah MonroeI almost clipped my heel on the door when I slammed it in Xander’s face. I hope he was pleased with himself, now that his criminal friends have stolen my car. He didn’t even look like he cared. Maybe my car being stolen was a grand way of getting revenge on me for threatening him. Dammit! I can’t believe I acted so recklessly tonight. I followed a man I didn't even know into a biker bar that didn't even look like a biker bar! I was lucky it was just my car that got stolen, if Xander didn't show up, they'd probably take something else.My eyes drifted closed, I swallowed a breath in the darkness, trying to regain control of my buzzing nerves. But an unwavering presence somewhere in the hall forced them to a crescendo. “Leah?”Startled, I stood at attention, eyes wide. Daddy was standing at the edge of the steps, a cup of his hands. It was coffee, I knew before I smelled it in the air. It was a habit of his to get a cup at this time of night, it was good to know that some o

Leah MonroeMy heart was hammering in my chest when I got inside. Not because I'm practically giving my car away again. No, because I was walking with a thong rubbing me all types of ways alongside a man I clearly wanted to jump.And…..Out of all the cringe worthy things that ran through my mind when I thought of this place, this did not make the list. He brought me into the club, it was a red club, filled with an assortment of naked ass and breasts! "You better stay close to me." Xander said to me. As if he had to tell me. These men looked thirstier than Norwegian saltfish on a hot summer day. I've never felt so uneasy in my entire life. We made our way through a few groups of men, all of them distracted by the women on the platform ahead of them, showing all they had to offer. And I meant all. It all looked like a nonverbal sex audition to me.Why the hell would he bring me here?We finally stopped moving, and secured ourselves in a small secluded booth. A concrete column obscure