Chapter 32: Fuck, that's bad

As I sat in the driver's seat of my Lamborghini, watching Elena disappear into the night, a rare smile played at the corners of my lips.

Tonight had been… surprising, to say the least. Despite my usual control over my emotions and the situations I find myself in, something about this evening had left me feeling a mix of contentment and curiosity.

The engine purred to life as I started the car, the familiar hum providing a comforting backdrop to my thoughts. The streets were quiet, the city lights casting a soft glow that illuminated my path home.

As I drove, my mind replayed the evening's events—the way Elena's eyes sparkled with uncertainty and excitement, the genuine laughter we shared, and the unexpected depth of our conversation.