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“And what exactly would you do, huh?” I challenge him.
He’s fucked up time and time again and quite frankly, he has no claim over me. Until he gets his stuff straight is when he’ll be able to call me his.
Xavier walks closer to me, close to my ear. “I would haul you over my shoulders and to my prep room. You can guess what would happen next.”
“And would I get a say in who you find attractive? I mean, you have a girlfriend who no doubt you find attractive.” The thought of him finding the woman he’s with attractive makes my blood boil.
“Look who’s jealous now,” he taunts.
“It’s the truth and you know it.”
“The difference between me and you is that I have never once told you another woman is attractive.”
“Why?” There is no way he doesn’t find other women attractive and beautiful; it’s a part of human nature. Xavier is surrounded by models and the most beautiful in the world just because of his status. Anyone would flock toward him if they had the chance.
“Because since you came along, I’ve never found anyone as beautiful as you. It’s maddening.” Those words are a whisper. I feel his breath against my ear and I’m hot and bothered.
If only he just broke up with his girlfriend so I could jump on him.
“Xavier, you need to start prepping. The race starts in thirty minutes,” a mechanic calls out, snapping us both out of a trance.
Thank God. I don’t think my self-control would have lasted a second longer.
He starts to walk away, and I catch his wrist. He doesn’t get to tell me when our conversation is over.
“Be safe.” My eyes are filled with emotion.
“You don’t have to worry, Blondie. I know this track like I know how you respond to my touch. I promise.”
That’s when he walks away.
His promise feels like a lie, just like the rest of his assurances.
Chapter62
Violetta
Ifind myself surrounded by the electrifying atmosphere of the Monaco Grand Prix, the sun’s rays casting a golden glow over the streets of Monte Carlo. The air crackles with anticipation as the crowd eagerly awaits the start of the race. Among the sea of excited faces, I stand on the edge of the grandstand, my heart pounding in my chest.
I didn’t want to sit above the pit lane like I do every single race. So I pushed for grandstand tickets and here we are. Cleo and Chanel are by my side.
Cleo’s excited and Chanel is observing her surroundings.
“Why is that man carrying a life-size cut out of Xavier’s head?” Chanel chimes.
The man in question looks excited to see Xavier. It makes my heart smile knowing how loved he is in the sport.
The cardboard cutout is towering over the crowds, and I can’t help but take a picture.
I’ll show it to Xavier later.
“Probably because Xavier is the most loved driver on the grid,” Cleo deadpans.
“I would love to see you hold a life-size of Exodus Wolf while at one of his gallery openings,” she teases, trying to make a point.
“Very funny, just wait until one day I see you outside the Adéle atelier with a cardboard cutout of Antoine Manon. The love of your life,” Cleo coos.
As the engines roar to life, a symphony of power and speed, the vibrations course through my body. My heart races in sync with the thunderous roar of the engines, the anticipation palpable in the air. The cars begin to line up on the grid, drivers focused, their eyes fixed on the track ahead.
