Chapter 21

Ken’s POV

The repeated honking jolted me from a deep sleep. I opened my eyes to find myself asleep in a car.

No!

Fuck, I had an accident.

I was still trying to gather my thoughts when someone suddenly approached the car, banging on the window.

Sighing, I rolled the window down to see the man standing there. He was a bulky, middle-aged guy with pale skin, dressed in a vintage outfit.

“Thanks for checking on, but I’m okay. I guess I just blacked out for a bit,” I said, forcing a smile.

“Checking on you?” he asked, and I nodded. “Son, you just crashed my car. You need to call your mechanic to come pick it up and get it fixed.”

Crashed his car? How? I wondered as I looked ahead and noticed the vehicle parked right in front of mine. I quickly got out, brushing the man aside as I ran to the front. It hit me hard: I hadn’t just crashed his car—I had wrecked mine too.

Mine was a fucking rental car, so how on earth was I going to a