5

My lips tremble and I don’t know if the reason is that Ford’s already walking towards us and he’s getting really close or and he will be seen with me or because he looked smoking hot in his black leather jacket with a dark expression on his face.

Stan also faced in the direction that I was looking. He moved a few inches away from me.

Ford stood next to me; his hand automatically pulled me in my waist into him. His sexy and musky scent knocked on my nose and it did not help in calming me down.

“I supposed we haven’t met yet?” Stand immediately said. He was smiling like an idiot as he extends his hand in front of Ford.

I gulped when Ford shook it. “Ashford Roswell.” He answered smoothly, still wearing the dark expression on his face.

The heat of his hand on my waist is already burning holes into my body. I need a fan. I need something cold. I need to get out.

“Stanley Relova.” Stan answered.

When I realized the situation, I went back to reality and looked at Ford. “L-let’s go.”

He glanced at me. “I was wondering what’s taking you so long.”

I looked at Stan for a second before I face Ford again. “Let’s go,” I repeat and am about to pull him to leave but he’s not moving.

When my eyes met Stan’s eyes, I saw a glint. I don’t know what it means but I’m irritated. When I said that Stan’s a little too nice, I meant it. I mean, he can be a little bully at times, too, but I trust him so much.

He’s still protective of me. And he’s not calling to meet me for sex anytime. His calls are mostly about knowing how I am at that moment and catching up. And I am glad we have this type of relationship.

But he’s just too damn annoying right now.

“I suppose you still have somewhere to go?” He said, breaking the awkward silence between the three of us.

“Yes. Just go back inside.” I replied quickly.

I pulled Ford away and this time, he went with me.

When we reached outside, he yanked his hand from mine. I looked at him with shock.

His chest’s moving as if he wants to do something violent.

“Ford. Is something wrong?”

“Who was that guy?” His voice... It’s different. Is he mad?

“He’s Stan.” I became nervous all of a sudden.

“Bullshit. I don’t need his name. Who is he to you, huh?” Okay. Now I can tell that he’s really mad. His eyes are now full-blown glaring at me.

“F-ford..” I don’t know what to say.

“Who is he to you?” He asked again. There’s danger in his voice and I don’t like it.

I stepped back two steps away from him. I felt like I am suffocating suddenly. His expression’s grim and dark like I’ve never seen before.

“He’s just a guy I know,” I answered my throat dry.

I can see Kelly a few meters away from us. I can see her worried face but I know that she knows that Ford won’t hurt me physically. Well, I don’t know about that now.

He looked like he’s ready to hurt me.

He sighed deeply. “You told me we’re exclusive!” But then his voice rose again.

I was startled and I blinked twice. “W-we are.”

“Then who was he?”

“Ford.. what’s your problem, really??” I gained my confidence back.

He looked pissed.

“Are you fucking that guy?” He pointed at the entrance where we came from.

I pulled down his arm, people will start to look in our direction now!

“What? Of course not! What the hell, Ford?! Why are you making a scene? And why did you leave your car? What if someone would see-“

“I don’t care.” He said in a cold tone.

I gasped. “What?”

“I don’t care.” He mumbled again. “As long as you’re not fucking that guy. Or any other guy.” This time he looked like he’s calming down.

I tapped my forehead. This is ridiculous. He thought I was fucking Stan? I was. Not that he still needs to know that. Damn it.

“Can we go? Now?” I am so frustrated right now.

He didn’t answer, but at last, he started moving and walked towards the parking.

That’s when Kelly ran towards me.

“What happened? Are you guys fighting?” Kelly’s voice is laced with concern.

I shake my head. “No, it’s just a misunderstanding.”