I drive back into the city like a madman, my foot naturally heavy on the accelerator, my Aston beautifully responsive. Bundle her in my car. Take her home. Get her into bed. Ravish her.

I pull up down the road from her office, having to double park with the lack of spaces. I’m not driving around the block; I might miss her leaving. I’m about to cross over to go meet her when a bright pink van virtually shakes its way past me. I’d recognize the redhead behind the wheel anywhere. Fuck me, the fumes coming out the exhaust pipe choke me. I cough, flapping a hand in front of my face to waft away the smoke.

It stops outside Ava’s office, and the next thing I know, she appears. “Ava,” I call, but a dickhead in a Merc zooms past, honking his horn, and I jump out of his way. What a cock.

By the time I can cross the road, Ava is clambering into the passenger side and the pink thing is banging its way up the street. “For fuck’s sake,” I mutter, watching as it takes a turn onto Berkeley Square. I run back to my car and jump in, pulling off fast, earning a collection of hand gestures and horns from various motorists that I cut up in my urgency. “Fuck you,” I hiss, skidding away. “Fuck you all.”

I spot the pink monstrosity on the other side of the square, its indicator blinking to take a turn.

I have absolutely no shame or regard for my fellow drivers. Now I’m the cock, as I undertake them, weave in and out of them, all the while wondering where Ava and her friend are going. That damn van looks like a death trap. She better have her seatbelt on.

I twitch, a stressed sweat coming on, no matter how hard I try to reason with myself. I’ve been looking forward to seeing her all fucking day, and now I’m on a wild goose chase across London, trying to catch her. I take a sharp left, seeing the van up ahead in the traffic. There’s no chance of me losing it; I’ll just have to follow the cloud of smoke it’s leaving in its wake.

I tail them all the way to Belgravia, nowhere near Ava’s home, only increasing my curiosity. It turns into a street, and I start impatiently smacking my wheel, willing the Sunday driver in front to put his fucking foot down, at the same time checking ahead in the road for a chance to overtake him. I spot a gap and zip out, slamming my foot on the accelerator. The sounds of horns ring out everywhere as I zip back into the right lane, just missing an oncoming car. I reach up and wipe my brow. Fucking hell, that was close.