I don’t know how to behave

I tried to open my eyes, but I could smell the good smell that enveloped me from all sides. It was him... I had no doubts. I knew we were in a car ... But he wasn't driving, because... He was holding me in his arms... Half of my body was on him and the rest on the seat.

What the fuck! Where was he taking me? House?

- Do you think you got rough with her, sir? I heard the voice in the front seat.

- Mrs. Bongiove is strong. Don't worry, Anon.

Okay, Anon defending me. I really liked him from the start. I should open my eyes and tell them to leave me where I was, that I was on my own. I just needed Ben or Salma. I would call and everything would be fine.

A new, strong hook made me moan and squirm slightly. I felt his strong arms wrap around me tenderly. And my heart raced. Did Heitor Casanova have kindness inside him? And a little compassion? Mixed in with... Oh, fuck, never mind. I couldn't let my guard down. I was just the candidate who got sick because of him, so he was driving me home.