Chapter 13: Chapter Thirteen

Kyla's POV

My countenance is void of any emotions. I'm as serious as I can be. It's a bet and all. I'm playing both sides to get out as soon as I can. it doesn't mean I'll allow myself to be a part of some scheme or something. I'll never allow that. Never. Especially not with someone like Richard knowing fully well there are limits to what he does when it comes to winning a bet.

"I'm waiting. What plan?" I ask in a firmer tone.

"If you're making some plan behind my back. I deserve to know so don't keep me on my toes."

"It's a surprise. If I tell you, it's gets ruined. I know your mind has probably drifted off to terrible intentions, but I assure you, there's nothing like that. It's an amazing surprise and you'll love it."

I twitch my lips slightly in disbelief. I find it hard to believe as he callously referred to it as "the plan." Like it was done with someone else.

"I asked a friend of mine to help. He wants to know when we'll get there. That's all Kyla."

I scoff lightly and take my purse in my hand. He leads the way, but my gaze is still on him. I can literally taste something fishy. I make no move to question him further. I shrug everything off going with the flow. After all, I'm supposed to be open to all suggestions. I can't let him get suspicious.

I gasp in shock staring at his motor bike parked outside my house. I know they usually drive cars and bikes, but I've never been on one before. It's all so new to me.

"Umm, didn't you bring a car or something?" I inquire. I don't hide my nervousness or fear to get on that.

"It's okay Kyla. I'm the one driving, I assure you it'll be okay."

"I can't get on that." I point to his bike, and he chuckles, finding my fear amusing and gently tugs on my hand.

"You'll be fine."

I'm forced into his bike. He hands a helmet over. My hands are literally shaking as I slowly take them from his grip.

"Wrap your arms around my torso, you'll be fine. I promise."

Once again, I meet his gaze and I find him sincere. I don't why but I trust him. Weird since we literally just met but still, I trust him.

He gets on and places a helmet over his head.

"Ready?"

My legs feel wobbly, yet I give him a small nod and obey his obstructions. A little tingle erupts on my skin at such a close contact. I shrug it off as excitement and he starts the motor bike. I grip him tighter in fear earning a low chuckle.

"Just let go Kyla, you'll enjoy it more that way,” he says and starts the engine. I gulp and it feels like I'm going to fall soon. He zooms off and I hang on even tighter.

"Just let go."

"Are you crazy! I'll fall."

"I don't mean let go of me, I mean, let go. Fears, doubts all that shit. For a split second, just let go,” he whispers, I throw caution into the wind and open my eyes I didn't know were closed. The feeling is exhilarating. The wind gushes past my face at a fast pace. I find myself smiling for some reason.

"Yeah, just like that Kyla."

I sucked in a harsh breath finding it strange yet enticing the way my name rolls off his tongue. We just met. What is he doing to me?