(Arata)
Tiredness consud after he cleaned up with the wet tissues I was carrying in my small cross-body bag.
Every ti he gave another experience like the one I had never felt before. It only got better and better and I was already looking forward to seeing what he would bring next for .
Sex on the bike, wait till Stella heard of it. I was sure she would faint.
Not only had he made weak in the knees, but he had consud all my energy.
"You good?" He asked, seeing my eyes droop.
"Yeah, that was intense." His thumb rubbed my cheek, and the feel of the leather against my skin had leaning into his touch.
"Let’s get you sothing to eat. Co." He took my hand and guided back towards the bike and fixed my helt.
We climbed back on it and he placed my arms around his waist. Hugging him tightly I rested my head on his strong back. He leaned into my touch, letting rest for I was consud after this exhilarating experience.
The ride back towards the main city was quiet and fast. He no longer drove slowly and gave the full experience of a fast bike ride.
"What would you like to eat?" He asked over the hum of the engine.
"Soda and garlic fries," I answered while stifling a yawn.
"Copy that."
The city lights were back and people were dancing in the streets. It seed like the final was over, and overzealous spectators were celebrating.
Azul craftily avoided the crowd and took a less crowded road to reach a food truck which was serving fries.
Parking the bike, he told to wait while he alighted the bike.
"I’ll be back."
He walked away on his long legs to fetch so fries and soda while I placed both my legs on one side and leaned comfortably against his bike. There were a few benches all around where people were sitting enjoying their food while chatting.
So discussing football, others their weekend plans. So even glanced at in envy and I could imagine why.
The bike I was leaning against was the main cause. Who didn’t love the sleek, heavy bike of the latest model?
I took off my gloves and opened my cross-body bag to extract my hand sanitiser. Extracting so of it on my hand, I rubbed it thoroughly on my skin to sanitize it.
"Here." Azul returned with a box of fries and a soda for but nothing for himself. He didn’t wish to be seen in public so I could guess why he didn’t wish to eat.
"Thank you!" I accepted the food with gratitude and removed my helt so I could eat. Placing the soda on the bike’s seat I plopped a hot fried goodness of potatoes into my mouth.
Azul leaned closer to with his buffed arms crossed at his chest, his head turned in my direction and I knew he was watching .
"What’s your favourite food?" He suddenly asked, seeing enjoy the fries.
"Anything sweet or fried," I unapologetically told him. The fries were crispy with a perfect balance of spices and garlic.
"What about you?" I asked, offering him a fry and hoping he would accept and eat it.
To my surprise, he did and answered.
"Dumplings and fish."
Turning his head away he slightly lifted his helt and slipped it inside his mouth.
My heart felt full at his action; even though he wasn’t comfortable eating it, he still did it for my sake. Unlike my broody boss, who would always refuse whenever I offered him food which was not dry or bland.
Happily, I munched on the rest of the fries and sipped on the soda while Azul watched in satisfaction, making small talk.
"Were you able to figure out who sent you that note?" He casually asked, his hand now running up and down my arm.
Sadly, I shook my head.
"Karsten has sent that note for forensic analysis and they are still trying to figure it out."
"I see, I hope they catch him and if you ever feel unsafe or need to talk, just text," he told and a reassurance washed over .
"Got it. I would do that." I finished up my fries and soda, discarded the box by putting it in the waste bin.
Adjusting my helt again, Azul asked.
"Ready to go?" I nodded. He mounted the bike and I climbed behind him. My arms went under his armpits and looped up to his shoulders.
The engine ca to life and many onlookers stared at us, especially at his bike. A few murmured and then one excited girl shouted.
"Is that Twisted Rider?"
Oh! No. This could turn bad.
"We have to go," Azul urgently said and I agreed. A lump ford in my throat.
Won could beco really obsessive and vindictive. And if soone would start following us in a car it could turn into a problem. Even his identity could be exposed and so would mine.
She had her phone out, trying to catch a picture, but Azul was quick as he hit full throttle, and we disappeared in the traffic.
"Hold on, Phoenix," he shouted back, and I did just that as the bike sped up and he zig-zagged.
We never looked back until there was a safe distance between us.
"She will be posting the picture under my new post." Twisted Rider grimly told . "But don’t worry, the number plate of my bike is fake. They won’t be able to trace us."
I sighed in relief.
"You must get such crazy fans all the ti? They recognise you," I asked loudly, trying to speak over the loud whooshing sound of the wind and the engine.
"Mostly, I don’t go out in this attire and bike until and unless I wish to shoot a video and no one has seen my real face, so they don’t know. But on a few previous occasions, so people have tried chasing ...sadly for them, I am too fast."
I giggled at his words and held on even tighter when he asked.
"Where should I drop you?"
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