Wrong Car Right Guy: A Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance

  WRONG CAR, RIGHT GUY

  AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE

  _______________________

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 278

  FLORA FERRARI

  CONTENTS

  NEWSLETTER

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Epilogue

  Extended Epilogue

  Extended Epilogue

  NEWSLETTER

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS

  BRATVA BEAR SHIFTERS

  LAIRDS & LADIES

  RUSSIAN UNDERWORLD

  IRISH WOLF SHIFTERS

  Collaborations

  About the Author

  Copyright © 2022 by Flora Ferrari

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.

  WRONG CAR, RIGHT GUY

  Macy

  I’m really not in the mood to be dragged around a bunch of bars, but my friend, Tanya, isn’t giving me much choice in the matter.

  Out of the two of us, she's the beautiful, tall, slim one. Me? I’m short and stumpy, with curves in all the wrong places.

  She’s the kind of girl that will be snatched up in a minute while I’m left hanging, but she promised not to leave me.

  When I’m left alone and some random stranger tears me down with his words I run toward the car waiting to take me home.

  It just happen that the car I throw myself into isn’t the car here to pick me up.

  It’s the wrong car but he might just be the right guy for me. But will this handsome older man really go for a girl like me or is he just like every other man I’ve run into waiting to tear me down?

  There’s only one way to find out.

  Tate

  I’m just going for a drive when she jumps into my car.

  I don’t know who she is or why she’s here…all I know is that I need her more than I’ve ever needed anything before.

  At forty-one, I had almost given up hope that I would find the one.

  All I’ve ever wanted is a woman to love and make my dreams come true when she bursts into my life.

  She might be in the wrong car, but I’m the right guy for her.

  I can give her what she needs. And she can give me what I want. Now I just have to convince her I’m not like those guys she’s had the misfortune of meeting. I’m a man and I know what I want and it’s her.

  Forever.

  * Wrong Car, Right Guy is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

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  CHAPTER ONE

  Macy

  “Macy, hurry up and get ready. Our car will be here at any minute.”

  I sigh as I stare at myself in the mirror.

  I’m really not in the mood to be dragged around a bunch of bars tonight, but my friend, Tanya, isn’t giving me much choice in the matter. What she says goes, generally. I guess I could say no, but I’m kind of a people pleaser, especially when it comes to my best friend.

  “You look amazing!” she says, coming up behind me in the mirror and staring at our reflections, though I get the feeling she’s looking at herself and not me.

  Out of the two of us, she's the beauty. Tall, and slim.

  Me? I’m short and stumpy, with curves in all the wrong places, and unruly brown curls that spill over my shoulders. Whenever I’m next to Tanya, it’s impossible to feel attractive.

  I fiddle with my hair and inspect my makeup.

  “I don’t think this is a good idea, Tanya. I’ve never been to a bar before,” I murmur.

  I guess I’m also the goody two shoes out of the both of us. I’ve never been out drinking before, never let a drop of alcohol pass my lips either. But I’m twenty-one now, so Tanya is insisting that I grow up and go out with her. I know it’s mostly because her other friends are all in relationships now, and as the only single one, I can be a companion. But the problem is, Tanya is going to be snatched up in no time at all whether it’s a girls night out or night.

  And then where does that leave me? But she wouldn’t leave me alone, right?

  “You’ll learn how to act soon enough,” Tanya insists, waving me off. “You just need to chill, Macy. Guys don’t like uptight girls.”

  I blush.

  She knows how desperately I want to find someone. Not necessarily on this night out, but at some point soon. The only thing I’ve ever wanted in life is to be loved by the man of my dreams. And maybe I’m shallow, but when I picture him, he’s tall, dark, and handsome.

  The kind of man that could sweep a big girl like me off my feet with ease.

  The kind of guy who doesn’t make me feel ugly the way the rest of the world does, and someone who loves me wholly and completely.

  I don’t think that’s a lot to ask for, but I guess the fact that I’ve never even been kissed says otherwise.

  But then again, I’m not just looking for any man to settle down with. I want to be with the one, and until I find him, no one else will do. I’m not going to settle for a guy just because he happens to take an interest in me. There has to be that undeniable spark, that chemistry that can’t be calculated or forced. It has to be organic and it has to be special.

  Okay, so maybe now I’m asking for way too much but it doesn't hurt to have some half-formed version of love in my mind right?

  I just hope that when I find the man I want, he’ll understand what I’m after.

  “Macy, let’s go!” Tanya says, grabbing my arm and pulling me up out of my chair.

  I get a glimpse in the mirror of our bodies side by side and I wince.

  How can I possibly leave the house with a girl half my width and expect a man to want me? Plus, Tanya has forced me into this tight black dress that pushes my boobs up and makes my ass look enormous, my hips bulging out of the fabric.

  I feel grotesque.

  I feel as though she’s drawn attention to all of my worst features, putting them on display like some kind of circus freak. It’s easy for her when she’s so gorgeous. She doesn’t understand. She’ll never understand…

  But before I can protest any further, she’s dragging me out of her apartment and onto the street where our Uber awaits. I try not to look as miserable as I feel as we get into the car and we’re taken into the center of the city.

  I’ve just got to survive a few hours before I can make some excuses and head home. Who knows maybe it won’t be as bad as I think. Maybe I’ll actually end up meeting a man that I like…

  But when we pull up outside a noisy bar filled with neon lights, and a large crowd I feel sick. This kind of place is my worst nightmare. All hopes of actually being able to talk to someone leave me the longer I look. Guys will take one look at me and head straight for Tanya. She knows how to entice them with her swaying hips and her lustful smile. Meanwhile, I’ll be left alone with a drink I don’t even want, wondering what the hell I’m doing here in the first place.

  “Try to look excited,” Tanya says, rolling her eyes and pushing me out of the car. “This is meant to be fun.”

  But this is her idea of fun, not mine.

  Five minutes later, I’m hot and the vodka-based drink Tanya bought has my mouth tasting horribly.

  I’m not cut out for this. Maybe I should just leave.

  Tanya might not even notice I’m gone. But she brought me out because she wants me here, and I don’t feel like I can do that to her. I should try and have a good time for her sake, to make her happy. That’s what friends are for, right?

  “Macy!” Tanya shouts over the music. “Those guys over there, they’re cute, right?”

  I look to where she’s pointing. There are some guys around our age drinking beer and rowdily shoving into one another over by the doors. None of them strike me as attractive, especially when they’re acting like a bunch of teenagers. But Tanya looks hopeful, and I can tell she wants to go over and talk to them. Dread hits me when I realize this was never going to be a girl’s night, after all. Not when she’s out on the prowl.

  “Yeah, I guess…”

  “Then let’s go! Come on!”

  I follow her lead, wishing I was small enough to hide behind her, that I was invisible, that I wasn’t here, to begin with. But t
he boys catch sight of us both at the same time. Tanya is glamorous in her short dress and heels. Her lipstick making her lips pop even more and her bare legs going on for days.

  And then there’s me.

  I stay behind her, too shy to comprehend actually talking to one of these guys. Tanya dives straight for the best-looking one, and I feel like a spare part, standing awkwardly at a distance so I don’t have to talk to any of the guys.

  They’re eyeing me up like vultures, but not in the same way they’re looking at Tanya. As though I’m not having a hard enough time already.

  This is exactly how I imagined it would go. Tanya is having the time of her life and I’m standing here wishing that the floor would swallow me up. These guys clearly aren’t for me. A few of them are watching me, talking to one another, and laughing. I know without being able to hear that they’re saying cruel things about me. I feel the sting of tears in my eyes as I can only imagine what they’re saying about me.

  I just want to go home.

  I don’t want to pretend to have a good time anymore.

  I head to the bathroom before I burst into tears. I know Tanya will be fine out without me. In fact, I bet she won’t even notice that I’m gone. I take a little time to myself, sitting in a stall and wiping mascara from my cheeks. This is so silly. I already knew this wasn’t going to go down the way I wanted it to. The way I’d hoped. I knew before we even arrived that I wasn’t going to find a man for me in a place like this. But what hurts most is how easy everyone else seems to find it. Hooking up, finding love, even just finding someone to spend the night with. Why can’t it be like that for me? Just because I’m different, it doesn’t mean I’m unworthy of love…right?

  I pull myself together enough to head back out onto the dance floor, but I can’t see Tanya anywhere. I feel frustrated as I wander around the bar. I could really use some help from my best friend right now. Just a little comfort would be nice. But she’s nowhere to be seen.

  “Looking for your bestie?”

  I whirl around and see one of the guys from the group standing behind me, grinning. I’ve never felt so uncomfortable with someone smiling at me before.

  I nod uncertainly.

  “She’s long gone,” he sneers. “She left you here on your own. Left with one of my pals.”

  His words feel like a stab to the heart. Would she really do something like that to me? She knew I didn’t even want to come here. Would she really just leave me stranded on my own?

  I check my phone and my heart plummets. He’s right. She sent me a text.

  Found a hottie, I’m heading home with him. You can find a cab, right?

  I’ve never felt so angry with her in my life. How could she do this to me?

  I slide my phone back into my bag, trying not to let fresh tears spill. This night has been a total bust. I don’t know what to do with myself now. All I do know is I want to go home.

  I guess I could get an Uber back to my apartment.

  “Hey, you! Are you ignoring me?” a voice calls out.

  I glance up and see the guy is still lingering. He’s frowning at me like I’ve somehow disappointed him. Looking me up and down with a cruel look in his eyes.

  “No, I didn’t mean to,” I say, but my voice is carried away by the music.

  He scoffs at me.

  “Dumb fat cow,” he snarls at me. “You were ignoring me, weren’t you? You think you’re too good for me, right? You’d be lucky to spend a night with me, sweetheart. No other man will ever want you looking like that.”

  His words feel like a slap.

  I try to ignore his rant as I fumble for my phone and request an Uber. I’m trembling so hard, feeling his hot breath on my cheek as he tells me how worthless I am, how ugly I look.

  There’s a lump in my throat that won’t go away. I never thought this night would go well, but I didn’t expect to be verbally abused by some man for no reason. Someone I don’t even know.

  What have I done to deserve this? All I wanted was to get through tonight, but right now, it feels like I might not last five more minutes, let alone the evening.

  It’s safe to say I’ve got to deal with this alone.

  I get confirmation that my Uber is on its way and I start to push through the crowd, but the guy grabs my arm again, turning me to face him.

  “Don’t you dare walk away,” he snarls in my face. “You’re nothing special, you know that? You’re nothing at all. Don’t you dare walk away from me.”

  I yank away from him so hard that he stumbles in surprise and I use the opportunity to run out of the bar and onto the street. I check my phone for what my car should look like. I register very little of the information on the screen, other than I’m looking for a black car. In my frenzy to get away, I dive toward the first black car I see, not even bothering to check if it's the right car. I just open the back door and throw myself onto the back seat.

  “I need to get out of here, please,” I whimper.

  The man at the wheel turns around.

  And I freeze.

  It’s him.

  He’s the man I’ve dreamt of so many times. Broad shoulders, a chiseled jawline, intense dark eyes. He’s older than me, his hair graying a little at his temples, but I don’t care one bit. Because I know who this man is. I know how important he is.

  He’s the man I’m meant to be with.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Tate

  My heart is racing.

  This woman who has just jumped in the back of my car, I have no clue who she is…but I suddenly feel like my entire life has fallen into place. I feel like I’ve been waiting for this exact moment to come along my entire life.

  Because she’s perfect.

  I stare at her in disbelief. She’s not even meant to be here, but she’s come at exactly the right moment, or so it feels like.

  She looks distressed, brown curls falling over her shoulders in a disheveled mess, and her eyes are filled with tears. She’s a curvy goddess, and I can’t understand why anyone would ever want to upset her.

  I clench my fists at just the thought that someone would try to hurt this woman.

  Whoever upset her like this is going to pay for it.

  “Are you alright?” I almost growl, my voice suddenly rough and deeper than usual.

  She seems to have some kind of primal effect on me, making me into some kind of beastly version of myself. I feel like I would do anything for her. Nothing feels off-limits. I’d kill for her if I needed to. I don’t understand why I feel this way, but there’s no denying that the feeling is there all right.

  I watch as the beautiful woman in the back seat of my car sniffles and looks up and into my eyes. It’s only then I realize she’s at least half my age.

  She looks around twenty or twenty-one, far too young for a man like me…and yet I can’t possibly resist her. How can I when she looks so damn good? I want to reach for her and pull her into my lap, kiss her, make her feel better. I’m obsessed with her already, determined to have her. But right now, I have to push those feelings aside. I need to make sure she’s okay.

  “I…I’ve had a bit of a rough night,” she eventually says, sniffling again. “I just want to get out of here please.”

  “I think you may be in the wrong car,” I tell her gently.

  She blinks in shock.

  “You’re not my Uber driver?” she asks, checking her phone and then looking mortified. “Oh no. I’m so sorry…I’ll just leave…”

  “No,” I say forcefully.

  There’s no way I’m letting this woman slip through my fingers. I’ve only just discovered this beauty and I don’t want to waste my chances with her. I’ve never felt this way before. No woman has ever been able to turn me on, not even a little. And now, it’s like this woman has made me come alive in just a few shared moments together.