Chapter 22

Alyssa didn't hope to control Howard completely. She would be content as long as she was superior to Megan, just like now. Megan was in the hospital while she was sitting in the front passenger seat of Howard's Aston Martin. "We're here," she said as she watched Howard drum his fingers lightly on the steering wheel. Howard only hummed in acknowledgement. Alyssa mulled over her own thoughts before she murmured bashfully, "Are you going to walk me to my apartment, Howard?" She was inviting him to her home. They were both adults, so there was no need to explain her intentions. Howard's fingers froze above the steering wheel as he glanced at Alyssa. He didn't answer her immediately, choosing instead to observe her, causing Alyssa's heart to hammer in her chest. "I'm a little tired today," he said finally after about three seconds. Alyssa nodded understandingly. There was nothing else for her to say. The air around them turned a little awkward. "Go home," Howard said. "Rest well."