The drive was chill—well, mostly. The city lights of LA blurred past as Elena guided the Range Rover through the streets, the ride smooth as hell, the city lights bouncing off its sleek black exterior. Inside, however, was absolute chaos.But inside the car? Pure chaos.
A Bruno Mars song was blasting through the speakers, and Naomi and Elena had zero shame belting out the lyrics like they were on stage at Madison Square Garden.
"WHEN I WAS YOUR MAAAAAAANNN—"
This was a billionaire's car.
A man whose presence screamed power, elegance, and quiet menace. And yet, here she was. Stuck with the clowns.
Ere, curled up in Naomi's lap, visibly winced. The cat looked at the luxury interior of the car, then back at Parker, then at these two loud, tone-deaf idiots.
Everything about Parker screamed quiet, subtle, peaceful, and composed—yet here she was, stuck in a car with two absolute idiots belting out lyrics like it was their last day on Earth.
