Chapter 85. Unpleasant Gestures

Sherry’s POV

His hands went up and down back as he sat me beside himself. It was not a chopper that we sat in. It was an extra-large sized drone. It was fully automated with a touch screen dashboard and there was barely room enough for two. I think it was a solo seater but he squeezed in us two or not.

He pulled me closer to himself in the pretext of a space crunch.

I swear on heavens I could have kicked right at his balls or punctured it with my fist in the least. I would have happily confessed about this ‘secret’ to Ryan had it not been for Sarah and I had to close my eyes and keep counting my breath once more, just so my whistle didn’t blow off and I didn’t strangle this mafia shit.

“Have you ever been on one of these?” He asked me, spreading one arm towards the dashboard while his other lingered near my butt cheek.

Guess he had given a dress so short so he could better access my skin.

I looked away, trying to ignore him as the drone hovered ov