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Now if I could only get something to guard me from the wrecking ball that’s Axel Lennon.
9
AXEL
Holy fuck. What the hell was that?
I could have gotten us both killed. The truth is my mind wasn’t on racing today. It should have been, but it wasn’t. It was completely and totally on Sebastian.
On him announcing to the world he’s gay.
On what they’ll do to him if he does. If his career will be over. If he’ll get threats. People think the world has changed, but there’s still plenty of hatred. Though I shouldn’t worry about him. He’s a grown man.
He doesn’t mean anything to me. He’s just a guy I fuck on occasion. A pain in the ass.
Except he isn’t.
“You cool down yet?” I glare at Cash as I take a seat in his office.
“I’m still pissed. I should have had that one.”
He leans back in his leather chair and nods in agreement. “Yeah. You should have. You wanna tell me what that was all about?”
“Fucker wrecked me.” Except Cash is a racer, through and through, and he knows exactly what happened out there.
He eyes me, waiting for me to correct myself, but I don’t. He just shakes his head at me, remaining silent.
“I lost. It happens.”
“You lost your fucking cool. Jenny wasn’t wrong about you looking like you wanted to mount him right there on his car either.”
“Doing the whole homophobe thing again, Cash?” I deflect because holy shit, that image is hot, crowd or not. I could go with either choice.
“You know about his interview.” It’s not a question. He knows I know. And of course, he knows. His wife is running the show.
“Where he ends his career? Yup. He told me.”
“Doesn’t have to be the end,” he says sternly, and I shake my head, trying to block out the memories of all the shit spewed at me growing up. All the adults preaching to me. The same kind of adults who’ll be watching his interview.
They’ll turn on him.
“You know as well as I do, it will.”
He studies me carefully. “And you’re worried about him because...?”
I’m annoyed, sitting there like a petulant child and crossing my arms. “Just because.”
“You tell him yet?”
I drop my hands and sit up straight, narrowing my eyes at my agent. “What are you talking about? Tell him what?”
He smiles knowingly and shakes his head as he stands up from his desk, walking to sit on the edge, directly in front of me. “Him coming out doesn’t out you. Leslie will make damn sure it doesn’t, unless you want it to.”
“I don’t. And I think he’s being naive as fuck.”
“You should tell him, you know? Life is too fucking short not to. I can handle anything thrown at you by your fans, but this is between you and him.”
“What?” My eyes meet Cash’s. “You think I want him to be my boyfriend or something? Get married? Both of us race and then come home to our house? Just living the good life? That no one will say a word about it? Our fans will think we’re adorable. Right?”
