“Oh, yeah? How about you kiss my ass, why don't you?”“Sergio!” Jules shrieked at him. “That was rude!” She swatted him on the shoulder and turned around to throw an apologetic wave to the journalist that had requested for an interview from Sergio.“Look who we have here again!” said Jamie as Sergio swept her into the paddock.“Hi, Jamie!” she said cheerfully.Jamie lifted her off her feet in a hug, peppering kisses on her face. “Hi, baby.”“Hey,”“You know, if I was any younger, I would pitch in my hat to win your heart.”“You shameless old flirt.”“Can't help it. You're a sight for sore eyes.”After another kiss, he released her, and she ran after Sergio.“Wait for me!”****Jules looked up from her phone as the sound of heels made its way towards her outside of Sergio's garage. The approaching woman was tall and slim — definitely model material. Actually, Jules was pretty sure she was a model. She’d seen her on at least a couple of magazine covers.She was shocked when the woman
Still holding her breath, she jumped up from the bed as a knock sounded on the door.“W-who is it?” she stammered.“Your next door neighbour.” came the reply, and Yasmine almost lost her mind.What? What did they want?“May I help you with something?” she asked, trying to stop the quivering in her voice.“Yes, please. Can you please open the door for a second?”Quickly, she shoved herself into her dress, trying to gain a sense of normalcy, and dashed to the door.She pulled it open. Staring her in the eye was a man — dark-haired, dimples, bearded and with eyes that danced at her. And he had only a short towel round his waist.“Hey, I'm Mark,” he said.Yasmine nodded, tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth.“I know this might sound awkward, but we heard you having a little play time with yourself, and we would like to invite you to join us.”She blinked in surprise, stunned to the roots of her hair. “I'm sorry. What?”“We would like for you to join us— my wife and I,” the man repeated,
The couple next door was going to be the death of her, thought Yasmine as she laid spread-eagled on the huge motel bed.They had been at it all night — fucking and slurpy-kissing each other as if the world was about to end soon.“Ohhhh,” the woman's loud moan filtered into her room once more. “Oh, Daddy, yes! Yes!”Yasmine swallowed hard at the moan, already feeling that familiar ache between her thighs.Could they just shut the fuck up?“Who's pussy is this?!” ask the man. “Tell me. Who's pussy is this?”“Yours, Daddy,” moan the woman again. “Yours.”For the next few seconds, all Yasmine could here was the sound of balls slapping against skin.She herself moaned, the sound turning her on.“Fuck!” she murmured quietly as her fingers trailed down her stomach and to her panties.With her fingers she pushed the panties aside and slowly massaged her clitoris.She sighed blissfully at the relief it brought.“Fuck me harder, Daddy! Harder!”“Oh, yes,” Yasmine couldn't help but crooned, “Fuc
Jules popped a popsicle into her mouth and said morosely, “I should have gone home for my vacation.”Sergio, sitted cross-legged beside her, looked at her slowly and lazily. “You mean Sierra-Leone?”Jules nodded. “Yeah.”“You couldn't,” said Sergio, “You scared shitless of your Mama.”“Only because she won't let me rest about a freaking husband.”Sergio continued staring at the Monegasque landscape spread out below him. “Well, why don't you get a freaking husband?”She shot him an acid look but said nothing.Sergio went on. “Wanna share what went on yesterday with Leo? Got your apology?”“Umm, yeah.”“And?” prodded Sergio.“Nothing else,” came her quick reply.Sergio's cocky smile said he knew better. “Dark skinned witch,”“Devil,” she retorted and stuffed a handful of popcorn into her mouth.“You live to eat,” Sergio said, but his smile was a fond one.“What about you, Sergio. Don't you need a wife?”“Yeah? How about you marry me, you rascal?” Then he became serious. “I don't want a
"It's fine," she said, voice barely steady as she turned to leave. "Surely you're not running again, are you, Jules?" Her hand froze on the doorknob. She inhaled shakily. "No." "Then sit. And listen to my apology." Reluctantly, she dropped onto the little couch, her fingers knotting in her lap. "I said I wanted to start with an apology, and I will," he said quietly. She swallowed hard, her throat aching. "Why did you mention my name at the interview?" she asked, even though she was almost afraid of the answer. "Because," he replied. "I truly have plans for you and me this weekend, and I was thinking about that all through." Her heart skipped. Her gut screamed for her not to ask, but the words slipped out anyway. "What plans?" He stepped closer, his gaze never wavering from hers. "First off, I want to take you out to dinner tonight." Jules looked away quickly, blinking against the sudden burn behind her eyes. Leo unzipped his suit. "And I apologize for the chaos the intervie
“Yeah, so.... what are your plans?” a sweaty Sergio asked Leo as they waited for their post-race interview to start.“My plans with what?”“With Jules,” replied Sergio seriously.“I would like to marry her.” He said in a matter-of-fact voice, his face impassive.Sergio looked at him as if he had lost his mind. “Well, yeah. Good luck with that.”“You think it's not possible?”Sergio shrugged. “Sure, it is. Heck, I would like you to, but you know Jules, always running.”“Which is very funny because I haven't done anything to make her run from me every damn time.”Sergio paused and looked like he wanted to say something. Finally, he said, “I wish you luck, man. I really do.”Leo blinked, surprised by the sincerity. “Thank you, Sergio,” he said quietly. Truthfully, he had been expecting some resistance from the hot-headed man because of how protective he was of her. At a point, he had even thought he was in a relationship with Jules, but —“Gentlemen, please pay attention. The interview
He didn't even glance at her. He slipped his shades on, popped his buds into his ear, and was off.The action was a surprise — and a relief too. She had wanted to say hi — or at least something to cover up any awkwardness, but he had helped her with that.The door opened behind her again.“Ready to leave?” asked Sergio. Then he looked at her closely. “What's happened? You look like you've seen a ghost.”“I haven't seen anything. Come on. I'm hungry.”“You always are. My life's mission is to feed you, it would seem.”“Shut up, Sergio.”“You'll be on the grid next week, too, right?”She opened her mouth to respond, but he cut her off.“Just say yes and stop being a coward. You can't run from Leo forever. Hell, the man might not even want anything to do with you anymore.”“I'm not running from anyone!” she protested, indignant.“You gonna be there or not?” asked her big brother.“Ugh, okay.” she replied because she knew Sergio was right. She needed the break from writing, and she couldn'
“You shouldn't let him talk to you like that,”“He's still my father,” I replied, walking closer to him. I could feel the rage pulsing underneath his skin, the effort it took for him to control himself.He slipped out of my grasp and paced around in a small circle.“My love,” I called, and he stopped, his grey blue eyes fixing on me. I reached him, smiled, and cupped his cheek in my hands. “I'm fine.”“No, you're not, Violet.”“Yes, I am not,” I admitted. I hadn't seen my father in years, and I had planned for it to stay that way, but my mother had pleaded for me to come see her before her cancer took herMy father still had that power of pulling me down with his words. I thought I had healed from the scars he left behind, but I had been wrong. It was terribly terribly wrong. I doubt if I would never be free of him.“I don't want him to hurt you anymore,” said my lover.I smiled again, my eyes caressing his face. “He can’t hurt me anymore, Kian. Not with you here.”His jaw clenched, b
Leo shut the door to the hospitality room with a sigh.Reaching up, he pulled down the zipper on his suit and shrugged himself out of it, his head filled with the thoughts of her.Jules, Jules, Jules.He had tried over the past couple of months to get rid of her in his head, but he had failed. So he gave up.She dominated everything — his mind, his thoughts, his everyday life.Shit.“You're a goddamn mess, Martinez,” he said out loud.He was totally irrevocably in love with a woman who wanted nothing to do with him. Someone who damn near hated him.She had regretted that night together. But not him. It had been one of the best nights of his life.He still remembered the night he held her in his arms. Not just the sex—though God, that had been unforgettable—but the hours after. How she’d curled into his chest and snored like the problems of the entire world had lifted from her shoulders.And then ... nothing.She stopped coming to the circuits with Sergio. No calls. No texts. Just sile