Husband With Benefits-Chapter 860: A Regular Expert

As Arabelle drove, her eyes flicked to the rearview mirror every few seconds, tracking the headlights of a car that had been following them for blocks. Her jaw tightened, her grip firm on the steering wheel. The fact they were following was something to be assumed. But they were not even trying to hide it? That was dangerous.

"Someone’s following us," she murmured in steadily.

Rafe turned slightly, his sharp gaze locking on the black sedan two cars back. "I know. Could be security—protocol if I leave with a woman. I informed them." She shot him a glance and he raised his hands," I know there could be a mole but if I disappear without informing, they will know for sure that I am suspicious. For now, they are not too sure if I’m drugged or not.

"Also I know it could be someone else following us. But we should be fine for now. Whoever they are, they probably want me alive. Hence the drug and not poison." His voice was calm, but the edge in his tone made her pulse quicken. And then he continued, "Two kilometers ahead, there’s a pharmacy. You’ll need to stop there."

"A pharmacy?" she asked, frowning. "Why?" freёnovelkiss.com

He smirked, his tone turning teasing. "Condoms."

Arabelle choked, darting him a sharp look before returning her focus to the road. "Seriously? Someone tampered with your drink, and that’s what you’re thinking about?"

"Relax," he said, amusement flickering in his expression. "It’s an excuse. Kael’s meeting me there to take the bottle. The condoms? Just a cover since I did leave with you. Besides, I always carry some."

Her hands gripped the wheel tighter, her cheeks heating. "Not touching that comment," she thought to herself, determined to stay focused.

He chuckled softly as if he could read her thoughts. "By the way, how do you know so much about recognizing drugs? And even escaping places? You can’t be more than twenty-one or twenty-two."

"Twenty-three," she corrected, glancing his way. "And I live with a crazy guy who’s overly protective of me."

Rafe stiffened at her words, his jaw tightening as an unfamiliar wave of jealousy surged through him. Living with a guy? The thought irritated him more than it should, sparking the irrational urge to punch someone.

Arabelle, oblivious to his reaction, focused on the road. "We’re almost there. Try not to take too long with your little... errand."

He smirked, shaking off his thoughts. "Efficiency is one of my many talents."

Moments later, she pulled into the pharmacy parking lot, her gaze flicking to the rearview mirror to confirm the black sedan had followed and drove ahead. That was good for now. Even if someone else came to follow them or observe them, it would take time.

Rafe grabbed the tampered drink bottle and climbed out, his movements as casual as ever, as he hid the bottle in his jacket. "Stay here. Kael’s inside. I’ll handle this."

Arabelle watched him walk into the pharmacy, without any fear. Minutes later, he returned, tossing a small box in the middle of their seats as he slid into the passenger seat.

"Subtle," she quipped, starting the engine.

"Effective," he countered smoothly, buckling his seatbelt. "We’ll have news in another hour or two."

Finally, she pulled into an underground parking garage beneath her building, the space dimly lit and deserted. But before she could get off, he stopped her. Leaning over, he caught her lips in a quick and searing kiss. She raised her hand to push him away but instead he caught her wrist and held it against the window.

She’d never known kissing could be like this. None of her previous partners had done this. The hand that held her wrist moved so that their fingers were interlocked. And then, slowly he broke the kiss, for a second only. Before taking her lips again. And then, the kiss turned deeper somehow, his other hand moving over her body slowly. The more he kissed, the more his hand explored, moving over her hips, her waist. She arched into him as he touched her breasts before finally gathering the courage to break their kiss.

She should’ve been furious, but the heat rushing through her veins made it hard to summon any anger.

"That wasn’t part of the plan," she said breathlessly, her voice sharp despite the traitorous quiver in it.

He smirked, his thumb brushing lightly against her wrist before letting her go. "Just testing a theory."

"A theory?" she snapped, trying to keep her tone steady as she sat back, smoothing her hair as if it would help regain her composure. "What theory?"

"That you’d stop me if you really didn’t want it." His voice was low, almost a whisper, but the confidence in it made her blood boil. "You see, depsite the danger we are in, we have to pretend that we are going to be fuc*ing each other in a few minutes. That means, I should not be able to keep me hands to myself." He paused and slowly moved away from her, "But I doubt I will be able to stop myself if we were to start..."

Her cheeks burned as she glared at him. "You’re insufferable, Your Highness. Let’s move," she said, stepping out of the car.

Rafe followed her lead, keeping close as they made their way to the elevator. Inside, she pressed the button for her floor and leaned casually against the wall to stare at him, but using the excuse of them being followed, he leaned in and caught her lips again.

Unexpectedly, this time, her hands moved to his waist, spreading possessively on his lower back before she pulled him closer into her body, rubbing herself suggestively against him. He groaned and let her feel what she did to him before breaking the kiss as the elevator stopped. It was only the sound of the elevator door opening that stopped him from getting rid of her clothes as he realized that they were in public.