Chapter 53 Crash
Verena
Sadness crossed my face, the tension in the garage worsening as I leaned against the wall with only my temple touching it, arms crossed over my chest, eyes drifting to Daxton who had his head dipped under the car hood, hair slightly tousled as he worked his spanner on something and ignored me.
The drive back home had been suffocatingly silent—all thanks to Kian who weaved a lie in his drunken state. I had gone inside to wear something comfortable, thinking that he was already in his room not until the housekeeper asked to know why he was mad.
She mentioned that whenever he was boiling, he would always come to the garage and fix his cars—not because they were faulty. Instead, he would detach the important components of his car and fix them back, just to get his mind off whatever was bothering him.
And right now, I was the problem.
I exhaled, finding the courage to speak after an hour of watching him disassemble parts of the engine and putting them back. “Daxton, are you mad at me”
He stopped mid-motion, still not looking at me. “Can I ever get mad at you?” He reached for a towel and cleaned the sweat on his forehead.
“If you are not, then why are you not talking to me”
Daxton finally turned his head to look at me. “I don’t know what to say, Verena,” He dropped the spanner into the toolbox, shutting it close. “I have nothing to say,” With that he slammed the hood until it clicked, pressing a remote while the Mustang responded with a beeping sound, the headlight flashed briefly.
I heaved a sigh. “Kian pressed his lips on mine and I promise that I didn’t kiss him back. When he is drunk, he doesn’t think rationally. He tends to be in his head a lot and can be vulnerable and—”
“I believe you, Verena. I know you didn’t kiss him back” The weight on my shoulders suddenly lifted and for the first time in many minutes, he was smiling at me. Although it faltered quickly.
He opened the car’s door, eyes nudging for me to enter.
“Where are we going? It is past midnight” I said, hesitantly, standing straight.
“To the woods”
“For?”
“Fun”
“What fun?”
A tiny hint of amusement came to life in his eyes. “Telling you will ruin the fun. Get in.”
We drove deep into the woods and even though this was the perfect moment where people would freak out, I decided to remain calm. I trusted Daxton. He would never harm me. Never.
The car glided to a stop and despite the darkness that surrounded us, I could make sense of the old truck facing the car. Mud was splattered all over and that deepened my confusion as he killed the car’s engine, unbuckled his seatbelt, and turned to me.
A strange light glowed in his eyes. “Are you scared?” He smiled.
I shook my head.
“Sure?”
I nodded. “Sure,” He leaned forward, cupped both of my cheeks, and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. I almost melted despite the nerves colliding.
I came out of the car, fear crawling up my spine as I moved my fingers up and down my arm. What if a bear suddenly attacked us? Was there even a bear in Dallas? I doubted that. Or a coyote or worse, a snake could strike my foot or crawl upon it.
Just thinking about the wild animals lurking around in the dark made me shudder.
Daxton chuckled, watching me with interest as if he had just read all my mind-reeling thoughts. “I knew it, you are scared”
I carefully stepped into the mud. “Of the things in the dark. Not you,”
Daxton smiled, offering me his hand. I took it while he led me towards the truck and again, my thoughts started to spiral. Was this his idea of a date? A truck date? If it wasn't, why were we going into the truck?
His hand slowly left mine and I was quite taken aback when he said. “Climb into the driver’s seat”
I froze—only for a second.
My lashes swept up to his as I raised a brow. “Why?” My voice was barely above a whisper. “I don’t know how to drive a truck. Never driven one,”
“I know. I will teach you,”
I could already feel the look of skepticism slipping onto my face. Although there was nothing wrong with Daxton teaching me how to drive a truck. Why here? By this time?
I stared into his face for clarity. “Why?”
“Get into the truck and you will get your answer”
I bobbed my head and how I managed to keep it altogether stunned even me. I climbed into the truck, sucking in a deep breath before fixing my eyes on him. “What do I do now?”
His gaze remained steady on mine. “Seat-belts first”
“Seat-belts first” I repeated, fondling for it until I tucked it around me while he did the same.
My fingers rested on the steering wheel, my heart beginning to pump slowly. “Do I reverse?”
“No”
My brows slowly knitted in confusion. “What?”
Despite being in the dark, I could make out the way his eyes darkened to a shade, his voice holding an edge of danger to it. “You drive forward”
All I did was stare at him, waiting for him to tell me that it was a joke and he was not about to make me crash the Mustang in front of the truck.
But, he wasn’t joking. He was damn serious.
Before I realized it, he turned the key, the engine kicking to life as my blood pumped so hard that it felt like I could explode.
My lips wobbled. “Why are you trying to kill us?”
The tension in his eyes eased slightly and this time, he laughed. “You could never die on my watch,”
“But why do you want me to crash into a car that you just fixed,”
He slammed his lips on mine, smiling against my mouth. “Our survival right now depends on you…” The truck started moving.
He distracted me with that kiss just to get the truck moving.
A surge of adrenaline mixed with fear rushed through my veins as he gave out the command. “Step on the accelerator”
I turned to him like he had lost his mind, yet, I found myself slamming my foot into the accelerator.
“You can do better, baby,” He said softly.
I knew that he had this side to him, like many other people but I never knew that he was this crazy.
The wheels of the truck rolled, moving at an insane speed and a scream tore from my mouth and despite all the chaos, his eyes were fixed on me with that dark amusement sparking in them.
Oh, God. This was madness.
“Daxton, we would crash the Mustang”
“That is the plan. To crash it. Now hit the pedal harder,”
“What!”
“Hit the pedal”
“Daxton, I—” Another scream ripped from my throat until—
Boom!
A sickening crunch of metal followed, and my body lurched forward as I almost slammed my forehead on the wheel but the seatbelt and his palm stopped me.
I could feel the weight of my heavy breathing and the fear that gripped me completely. Just as I lifted my gaze, it suddenly hit me that I had crushed the car against a rock—tendrils of smoke rose from the trunk, curling into the night, glass shattered, and the car's hood and engine were completely ruined.
With my chest heaving up and down, I shot a glare at Daxton. “What the fuck just happened,”
“You crashed the car. Wasn’t it thrilling?”
“Thrilling? I almost lost my life”
“Yet, you are still here”
I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. He was right. I was still here.
“You did well, baby. I am proud of you,”
My eyes narrowed on him. I wish I knew what went through his mind and what the meaning of this was. “I did well?”
“And you deserve to be kissed for it” His eyes dropped to my mouth.
Soon, we were kissing so hard that I couldn’t breathe. “Sit on me, baby. Let me feel you,” With that, I sat on his dick, a nipple popped into his mouth as I threw my head back and straddled him, milking his dick and screaming into the night.
He pounded into me, holding me firm against him until an orgasm crashed through me.
He bit softly on my nipple, fondling with my breast that popped on the other side of my shirt, and made this sweet groan before he came inside of me.
I could feel the cum dripping down my thigh as he gathered my hair to the side, breathing hard against my neck. “Be my girlfriend, Verena and no one would ever have to touch what is mine.”