Harper's POV.

"Look at you, such a slut for me," Nathan says, his voice deep, his eyes dark.

I stare up at him while on my back, panting. "Nathan, please," I beg sounding way too pathetic for my liking.

He is still fully clothed and yet I'm here laying on his bed in nothing. He grinds against me threw his pants and I whimper.

"If you don't fucking stop teasing me I'm leaving," I grumble folding my arms across my chest.

He chuckles darkly," I'm sure you would."

I wake up drenched in sweat. I throw my covers on the floor no longer needing them.

I clench my thighs together hating that a stupid dream had made me aroused. I grab my phone off my bedside table to see that Ali had messaged me in the middle of the night asking for a ride home from a party.

Two hours have passed since she sent that message. I internally curse myself that I didn't see the message.

Worry settles in my stomach as I quickly call her hoping that she found a ride home by now. It rings for what seems like forever before she finally picks up.

"Harper?" Ali slurs obviously drunk, way too drunk.

"Ali? Did you get a ride home?" Silence follows on the other end and I can here her shuffling around.

"I'm at this fastfood place," She says and I can hear some voices in the background. "Are you almost here? I've been waiting for you."

I groan as I get out of bed and walk over to my closet,"Stay there Ali and don't talk to anyone I'll be right there, just send me your location."

More rustling."Ok," And then she hangs up without even saying bye. She send her location as I pick out a simple outfit.

Harper's outfit:

It looks more like Pj's but I don't really care at this point. I sneak out of my room and down the stairs past my dad's room and his loud snores.

Once I reach the front door I grab my car keys and slip out into the night. I get into my pink dodge sports car and turn on the engine.

I pull out of the driveway waving at the guards as I go. They know I'm not supposed to be going out this late but they don't make a move to stop me.

Ali is only ten minutes away which is a relief.I step on the gas as I cruise down the highway. Something catches my eye in the rearview mirror.

A black porsche.

I ignore it but then I see the person sitting in the front seat and for some stupid reason butterflies erupt in my stomach.

Nathan.

He looked mad and tired as hell. He kept checking the watch on his wrist and looking ahead but he didn't seem to know I was in front of him.

All of a sudden He swerves into the other lane which is thankfully empty otherwise someone would have probably hit him.

He speeds past me shifting the gear in his Porsche and doesn't even glance over at me as he pulls up in front of me.

Game on.

I push the gas so that I come up right behind him. I see him look at me in the rearview mirror and I meet his eyes.

He smirks.

He fucking smirks.

And he looks hot as hell.

I can see that up ahead the road turns into two lanes.

Perfect.

Once it does I pull out from behind him and attempt to pass him but he keeps up with my speed.

I don't dare take my eyes off the road.

Nighty miles per hour.

That's how fast we are going on a fifty five mile an hour road.

I hear him rev his engine making me jump and my car to slightly swerve off the road.

Then the worst possible thing happens.

I hear a police siren.

Shit.

There are three of them so there is nothing I can do but to pull off the highway with Nathan trailing me. I pull over and put my head in my hands.

When my father hears about this he is going to kill me. I hope it's only a ticket and not me actually going to jail.

I groan when I hear a knock on my window. I look up to see the officer standing there, a glare plastered on his face.

I roll down my window," get out of the car with your hands up." He says and I listen slowly, stepping out into the cold night air.

Sorry Ali.

I look over to see Nathan doing the same thing except he towers over the police officers. Unlike little me who is standing here feeling way too small.

The officer who I assume is in his late forties starts patting me down. I shift uncomfortably as he almost seems to cup my breasts. He doesn't stop there, going as far as to grip my ass.

I look over at Nathan who is standing there his hands still raised but he isn't being searched. I step away from the officer.

"Why isn't he being searched?" I ask glaring at him as his hands come back to my body again.

"You have no right to ask questions," The officer says and brings his hands back to my breasts.

I step away again but this time my back hits the car."Don't touch me like that," I bite out but my words fall of deaf ears. He crowds me and continues touching me inappropriately with an amused look on his face.

I look over at Nathan who has his jaw clenched his hands now resting in his pockets. They don't even care about him, all they are doing is touching me.

Maybe they actually do need to search me like this but it feels extremely inappropriate. He grabs my sweatshirt and lifts it over my head without asking.

Thank god I'm wearing a crop top under this. It's small but at least it's something.

"What was that for," I seeth as I wrap my arms around myself the cold air nipping at my skin.

"We need to make sure you aren't hiding anything with those baggy clothes, now take the sweatpants off." I stare at him dumbfounded. Did they really expect me to do that?

"Sadly I'm not a stripper," I say my words dripping with venom. The cop sighs as if he's annoyed but then grabs my sweatpants waistband and pulls them down. I try to kick him but miss.

At least I wasn't wearing one of my lacy pairs of underwear.

But I was wearing a fucking thong.

"Turn around so we can make sure you have nothing else on you," I grip onto my car as I stand my ground.

"Just do a full spin for me and then I'll let you guys go," His words disgust me but I feel completely helpless to him.

Nathan isn't doing anything and I'm not as strong as two grown ass men so I'm forced to turn around. I do it quickly as shame envelops me.

"You need to do it slower," The cop says and frustration starts to bubble and I can feel tears pricking my eyes.

I turn around slower this time and I can feel his eyes on my backside making my face flush red. This was the worst possible experience.

When I finally turn back around I refuse to meet anyone's eyes,"We are going to have to confiscate your car and your shirt and pants until further notice."

I snap my head up to meet his old, nasty eyes,"You can't do that."

"We are now so stop complaining before I make you spin again."

I snap my mouth shut," Now we can either drive you home or you can drive home with him," He gestures towards Nathan and I immediately know what I'll choose.

"I'll go home with him," I say and send pleading eyes towards Nathan hoping he won't reject me but he is only focusing on sending a death glare towards the officer standing in front of me.

"You're missing out," The officer says and I want to vomit right there. I hope somehow I can get him fired without telling my father.

Nathan walks over to me and I think the officer in front of me notices the height difference between him and Nathan because he immediately backs away.

They both walk away to their cars with amused smiles on their disgusting faces.

I don't look up at Nathan in shame, that had been the most humiliating thing that ever happened to me.

"Come one Harper," He says tilting my face up towards him. I can see the cop cars waiting there probably waiting for us to walk away so they can get another glimpse of my ass.

Nathan is wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, not his usual hoodie.

"I'll let you walk to the car first so I can block you, ok?" He is talking to me in such a sweet reassuring voice that I had never heard from him before.

Though I do hate the thought of Nathan being able to see my behind again it's better than those cops. I nod my head slowly and start walking towards the car, I can feel the heat of Nathan's body behind me.

I reach his car and stop, but I guess Nathan was too close to me to react quick enough so he ended up crashing into me.

I freeze when I feel his erection pressing into my back.

"Fuck," He groans and steps around me so he can open the door.

I slid into the passenger seat, my cheeks flushed red.

This was going to be a long ride.

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  Imma kill those cops.