Free Saved (Tempted #2) by Heather Doltrice

wanted to hide it, it was there.
    Opening the door, I felt the cold winter air hit my face. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Grace doing her best to run after me in her stripper boots. Unlocking my jeep, I opened the door and jumped inside. Turning up the heat, I watch her struggle across the parking lot. She had on a tight red sweater dress and knee high boots.
    When she finally made it to the jeep, I hopped out and got in the passenger side.
    “What are you doing?” Grace asked, leaning against the vehicle for support.
    “I need to get there fast and you drive like an escaped convict,” I told her, cracking my door open.
    ‘I do not! Don’t hate on me because you drive like my grandma,” She said, sliding in the driver’s seat and gripped the steering wheel.
    Chuckling, I put on my seatbelt and prayed that she got me there alive.
    “So, are you guys over?” Graced asked, speeding down the road.
    “No. I mean I don’t know. That’s why I need to see him,” I told her, holding on to my necklace.
    “And why are you dressed so sexy?”
    “Because if he did break up with me, I want to show him what he’ll never have again.”
    She must have liked my answer because she nodded her head and kept her mouth shut the whole way to the race track.
    With the silence I started thinking, maybe he wasn’t meant for me. Was the fact that he couldn’t tell me a sign that we weren’t right for each other? I hoped not but just because I wanted him to be the one didn’t make it happen.
    I tried to make myself believe that. But it was no use, I wanted West and only West.
    Pulling up to the race track, Grace parked. And by parking I meant slammed on the breaks.
    “You’re lethal,” I told her, hopping out of the jeep.
    “Shut up,” she said, slamming the door.
    “Emma is a better wing woman. She wouldn’t have dressed like a hooker,” I told her, rushing to into the already huge crowd.
    “You look liked you should be twerking on top of some car in some cheeisy eighties video.”
    Looking at each other, we smiled. That was our thing. We insulted each other. Weird, right?
    “Do you see his car anywhere?” I asked, scanning the countless cars.
    Grace didn’t answer me, instead she stared straight ahead. Following her gaze, I saw him sitting on the hood of his car with one leg propped up on the grill. It should have been a sin to look that good without trying.
    Like always he was surrounded by a group of girls. And no matter how many times I had seen a flock of skanks around him, I still ended up being jealous. Tonight was not his lucky night, not only was I jealous.
    I was pissed.
    He stood me up for a group of bleach blonde bimbos. I waited hours on my boyfriend and there he was laughing like he was innocent. I should have known better than to let him fool me again.
    Storming his way, I silently celebrated the fact that I had worn my jeans that hugged me in all the right ways.
    “Maddie, what are you doing here?” he asked, looking me up and down.
    “I waited four hours for you, West! Four hours! Do you know how stupid that makes me look?” I yelled, making a scene.
    “I need time to think about everything. And could you please keep your voice down? Everyone doesn’t need to know our business,” he asked, looking down at the Georgia dirt.
    “What? You don’t want everyone to know what a sucky boyfriend you are?” I yelled louder, hoping everyone within hearing distance could hear me, “Oh, that’s right I’m still your dirty little secret. I’m the girl you can’t say three little words to. I’m your Angel but only when you want me. Hey everybody, West and I are dating! Did you know that?”
    I wanted to hit something, more specifically him. Trying to control myself was hard. Being burned one time is bad enough but twice by the same man? That was tragic.
    He walked closer to me and stared into my soul.
    I felt the butterflies prance around in the pit of my stomach. And as mad as I was in that moment,