CHAPTER 41

• “You didn't have to do that. I'm alright with taking the bus. " I tell Sinclair as he passes me a helmet, and he shrugs, saying,” That I definitely know. But just taking you to school isn't the plan."
• He winks as he gets on the bike, and I furrow my brows with the helmet in hand; wondering what this man is driving at. The curiosity of his scheme is killing me, and my pussy seems to agree with that.
• "Get on," Sinclair jerks towards his back, and I bite down on my lips before carefully getting on the bike with my hands before me.