easures
Stella's POV
"Thank God Sunday shifts end early," Maya breathed as we met at the store's entrance.
"My feet are screaming," I groaned, shifting my weight from one aching foot to the other.
"Jeremy's got the day off, so no ride today," Maya mentioned. "Can't blame him though. He's been incredible to us."
"He really has been. Want to grab a cab together? I can't face the bus right now," Maya suggested.
"I'll cover the taxi fare. I'm completely drained too." We headed toward the exit, both laughing despite our exhaustion.
The moment we stepped outside, Nathaniel appeared from nowhere. That familiar arrogant smirk spread across his face. My stomach dropped as I realized he'd been waiting. He positioned himself directly in my path and seized my arm with unnecessary force.
"Let's go, Stella. I'm driving you home so we can have our conversation," Nathaniel commanded rather than asked.
"Get your hands off me, Nathaniel. We have absolutely nothing to discuss," I shot back.
