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I’m a fucking hypocrite.
But the high that you get doesn’t last forever.
I would be retiring pretty young, but I would rather retire at the top than at my lowest. The next generation is here to take over because in a few years when I hit forty, that’s when people say it’s over for drivers like me.
I have a few world championships under my belt. What else could a driver want?
Marrisa lets out a sigh. “I get it. But I’ve been feeling neglected, and you know I love you.”
“I know.” I don’t dare say it back.
“If you need time, I’m willing to give you that if you promise me you’ll come back.” Her words make me think and think until I want to pass out.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
“Marrisa, you know I can’t promise you that. I just need time to think,” I tell her honestly, what good would it do if I promised her that?
I’ll run into Vio’s arms, not hers.
“Okay, we just need to spend more time together, right? I’ll remind you of what it was like when we first got together.” She smiles, but she’s not convinced with herself, and neither am I.
“Yea,” I whisper and then she hugs me.
Chapter58
Xavier
Ican hear the beep of the lights.
My anger from qualifying rising tenfold.
I’m in eighth place on the grid, currently.
EIGHTH!
Ale is in the same car as me and she’s on pole.
What the fuck is wrong with this car or even my own abilities?
After my talk with Marrisa two days ago, I’ve been distracted, to say the least. I can’t stop thinking about Vio being here.
She flew in for the race and flies out shortly after.
Seeing her was what I needed, but at the same time, it wasn’t.
I know she’s going to be mad that I had the perfect opportunity to break up with Marrisa and didn’t.
As the lights go out, I push the throttle pedal to the limit, feeling the surge of power as my car launches forward.
The first corner approaches rapidly, and I have to make split-second decisions to position myself for the best line. It’s a high-speed section, and the walls seem to close in on me, leaving no room for error.
I navigate the narrow streets, threading the needle between the barriers, relying on muscle memory and countless hours of practice.
I didn’t overtake one car at the start of the race. Fuck.
The crowd’s cheers and the screeching of tires reverberate in my ears as I push harder, chasing the car in front of me. Every millisecond counts as I strive to gain an advantage and move up the ranks.
The long straightaway lies ahead, and I activate the DRS to gain that extra burst of speed. The wind rushes through the cockpit, and I can feel the immense power of the car as it propels me forward.
