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The invitation to Sarah on my birthday and her parents. I was surprised when they showed up and they made sure I stayed. They made sure I didn’t make it home.
I can’t believe they would stoop so low. I’m so angry, I can’t think. But I can’t tell them to go fuck themselves and leave because they would make my life and her life hell. Aura doesn’t deserve that. She deserves love and stability. I underestimated my parents, and I have never felt more ashamed to have been born into a family the way I do now. A cold, heartless family that only cares about themselves.
I sniff. “I’m going to make them pay for what they’ve done. I need you to help me, Camila, because I don’t know how to go on from here.” I pause and blink back more tears threatening to fall. “You knew her parents?”
She wipes her face. “Yes, I was very close to them.”
“Good. I need you to tell me everything about them and about Aura. I want to know everything they shared, how they loved. Everything. I need you to remind me, Camila, because I’m not going to be the same after this. They want the ruthless CEO. Then that’s what they will get.”
22
AURA
Two Months Later
“Are you ready?” Lane says.
“Yeah,” I answer.
I’m excited to be on the track with Lane with his supercar. I’m seated between his legs in the driver’s seat. Lane makes me feel free. He says I will love the adrenaline rush. He wasn’t kidding when he said his passion was building engines and making cars faster.
He sets the launch control on the car, and my stomach has butterflies swarming like bees in anticipation. I have seen him drive it from the sidelines, and this car is lightning fast.
Manufacturers across the world are wondering what his secret is, but he keeps it under lock and key in a special journal. The morning of my birthday, Lane took me to eat, and we celebrated with Exie. It was the first time I celebrated my birthday without my parents, and it was emotional, but Lane and Exie were there to get me through it.
I was able to finish high school a couple of months early by taking online classes. I never returned to Spencer. Lane decided to move to Charlotte, North Carolina, and open another shop.
Lane left Dex and Blaze to manage the one in Pennsylvania, and I was secretly relieved he wanted to move. Since that night, Lane has never left my side, and I have never left his unless he is building another car–– another one of his projects. He always includes me when revealing it for the first time. He wants me to see it first before he shows it to anyone.
When he is busy, I spend my time making my next creation for the next customer, and it keeps my mind busy. I have gotten many orders for bracelets in the past month, thanks to Lane. He shows everyone my pieces and how special they are because there are never two that are the same.
He places his hands on my waist, and I settle deeper between his legs.
He clears his throat. “Aura, baby. If you keep squirming like that, I’m afraid we are going to crash into that wall over there.”
“Huh?” My head turns to catch his gaze. Then something hard pokes me on my butt, and I take a deep swallow. “Oh.”
I bite my lip, not knowing what I should do, and let out a shaky breath. Lane has never touched me inappropriately or pressured me to have sex. I have never felt more comfortable being with a man besides Kalum.
Exie told me Kalum would leave for college once he graduated and that he gave up playing college football. Her parents heard that his parents wanted him to take over the St. Claire dynasty as CEO.
He has never been seen at parties or with another girl since I left. At times, I wanted to reach out but thought it best to let him go.
Lane revs the car, causing my heart to beat fast. His erection still poking me from behind.
I squirm once more, and he buries his face in my hair. “Aura, I need to get the lap time, baby.” His voice is husky as he speaks into my hair.
“I’m sorry,” I say, disappointed.
He told me he dated on and off, but his shop and his time were always his priority. When he took me to the shop, he only had time for his next build. It was his focus, and nothing beyond that mattered. I understand his passion and his love for what he does. I see in his eyes when he shows me something new he built the way his expression changes when he looks at a car.
He doesn’t hang out with a bunch of friends or go to parties. It’s not who he is, and none of that makes him happy.Thismakes him happy. This moment on that track. Even if it’s illegal with me on his lap. He wants me to learn how to drive his car. How to race on the track. I have no idea why, but he said he wanted me to understand him. Understand why he does what he does. I tried to take the driver’s seat, but my hands were shaking, and I was afraid I would crash or hurt someone on the street. So here we are. He places his hand on the steering wheel, presses the button, and slams his foot on the gas.
The car lurches forward, pinning me against him. My heart beats wildly inside my chest as the adrenaline takes over. It feels like the ride at the fair we went on. My stomach drops. The markers on the pavement blur past us like tunnel vision. Lane expertly switches gears and the roar of the engine is like an explosion when the valve releases.
He presses the brake until the timer clocks the car at zero to sixty in one-point-nine seconds.
Lane shouts, “Hell, yes!”
