Hide from 'Falling' || H.S

Chapter 41 - Harry | Teasing*

"Well, if you've got the CIA after me, I'd like to know if you want me to kill you right now or after so your friends can watch!" I gritted back, my knuckles turning white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly.
"And you think I'd tell you that then?" she asked, stunned with her jaw clenched.

"I'm advising you, little devil. Tell me now!" I barked back contemptuously. I don't have time for her stupid games anymore. If the CIA is really after me too in addition to the nameless one, then I have a real problem.
"If you really want to know. Yes, I called my unit but not because of you!" she yelled back furiously. Her chest was moving rapidly up and down and her eyes were gripping mine with such intensity that I couldn't look away.

However, I then concentrated on the road in front of us again, because otherwise I would have caused an accident. "Why did you want to call them so badly if this wasn't about me, huh?"
"It's not everything about you, you narcissistic asshole!" she spat tensely. Who else would it be about?
"Before there's something more interesting in your life," I said with an arrogant snicker.

She smacked my arm reproachfully, whereupon I wrapped my fingers around her throat with a strong grip to immobilize her and make her finally shut up. Her breathing increased audibly loud, but no word left her full lips. Not even a whimper. I hate that she's not afraid of me.

"Are you now going to tell me why exactly you called your unit, little devil?" I challenged her while increasing the pressure of my fingers around her neck. "Or do you want to die in a car accident?"
As I squeezed harder, she gasped for air, whereupon I let go of her and put both hands back on the wheel. She rubbed the sore spot on her neck, where imprints of my rings were visible, and then cleared her throat. "I fucking hate you."

"Wow, I didn't know that." I replied wryly, with a proud smirk and a dark chuckle that filled the cramped room. I know she hates me and I also know that wasn't the strongest time I choked her and yet she gave in. Strange. But all the better for me. Less work.
Maybe she was just afraid I would cause an accident?

Ashley then took another deep breath and muttered "I called my unit to put fake USBs in the hunting lodge." My eyebrows shot up in surprise, because I wasn't expecting such a confession after all. "Why?" I wanted to know.
"Well, because otherwise your father will notice that the USBs are missing when he checks your cabin. So maybe he'll at least think everything is okay when he sees the USBs and not check the data," she then explained and it really made perfect sense. Fuck she's smart.

"And why don't you just say that, but make such an unnecessary drama out of it?" I growled then, thinking again about yesterday when she had made such a fuss about me throwing her cell phone out of the window.
"You don't tell my everything either." she snapped at me angrily. Why can't we manage to stay at a normal volume for just one conversation? One of us always has to yell at the other or get snarky.

"You women are really complicated." I grumbled uncomprehendingly. Ashley gasped in agitation and looked at me critically. "Pardon? Women are complicated? You're the best example of the male species being incompetent!"

"Incompetent?" I repeated her statement, stunned. "What was that again about the USBs? Oh, right, you couldn't decrypt them on your own. And who did you ask? A man," I shot back glibly. How could she have forgotten?
Ashley started to laugh mischievously and then shook her head demonstratively. "Oh yeah, who fucked both of us? The same man." She defended her statement.

Fuck.

"Whatever." Snorting, I continued to look out at the street, the conversation was over for me and I gritted my teeth angrily. Of course, Ashley was sitting next to me, highly satisfied, looking out the window as well.