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By the ink on her mother’s will, Crystal Smith had become an outsider in her own house and had to live with her mother’s ‘toyboy,’ Nathan Davis, under his guardianship.

What the Hell was she thinking about? Crystal seethed.

She held the steering wheel and turned back to Nathan, whose expression had not changed a bit. “Did that woman die under your enormous c*ck?”

It would explain why her mother had left her inheritance to a bloodless man rather than to her own daughter.

“I want you to get out of my house,” Crystal said.

Nathan raised his eyebrow curiously,

“What if I say no?” he asked. Crystal was a little stunned by his direct words.

She held his life in her hands now, but it really did seem like he didn’t care if his words would piss her or not! She frowned and brought the vehicle up to 220 mph. The cars next to them disappeared behind them like flashes of light as Crystal ran red lights and Stopped Signs with no concern for their or anyone else’s safety.

Without warning, Nathan leaned over her and put his hand on the lever, covering Crystal’s hand. He suddenly jerked the gear shift and turned the steering wheel hard with his free hand.

The wheels squealed as they “burnt rubber,” and then there was a loud crashing sound as the Mercedes hit a Buick Regal and ran it off the curb and into the railing on the side of the road!

They were both thrown forward, and the airbags exploded to save them from near-certain death.

“Are you all right?” Nathan asked her with a grave expression on his face. And then he unfastened Crystal’s seat belt and said, “Get out of the car. I’ll handle this.”

Crystal did as she was told. This is so surreal - she thought as she stumbled out of the vehicle.

Crystal walked over to the Buick and knocked on the window. A few minutes passed, but no one answered. And because the glass was tinted, she couldn’t look inside, nor could she hear anybody, so she assumed that the vehicle was empty.

Then, just as she was turning away, the window rolled down, and Carlos - her boyfriend - was sitting in the front seat.

Carlos was not adequately dressed, his hair was messy, and there was a scratch on his neck.

It should have been happy and exciting to run into him, but all she felt was suffocating - breathtaking anxiety.

Crystal tried to speak, but all she could do was stare. Her brain hurt suddenly, and it felt as if it was exploding.

She remembered how, on a red rose petal path and under a setting sun, Carlos had held her hands and said, “Crystal, you are the apple of my eyes. I’ll love you forever. I’ll give you the world’s most unique love.”

Out of this love, Carlos had once driven a hundred miles to buy her favorite food for her.