Chapter 33- A Proposal

Savannah

Dominic is behind the wheel, and I'm in the passenger seat. I told him I would follow, but he refused to leave without me.

Talk about annoying.

So far, the drive has been pretty quiet. I'm not going to lie; watching Dominic drive is incredibly sexy. The way he shifts gears, his long, manicured nails that look so tempting as they glide over the steering wheel

No doubt, his fingers are skilled. My firsthand experience confirms that. The tension in the car is palpable; you could cut it with a steak knife.

“We need to get you a car,” Dominic says suddenly.

“No, you don't.”

“Yes, we do. You can't be running around relying on Uber anymore. You need to be careful.”

I roll my eyes. “I am careful, and there's no need.”

“I'm getting you a car.” Honestly, it gets tiring riding in an Uber if I'm being honest.

“No, I'll buy it myself. The money I get for being your fiancée can do wonders. Don't worry about it.”

His fingers twitched on the wheel. “You can use your money for something else.