All Chapters of Fuel Me, Break Me, Love Me: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

DalonBy page six, my eyes are burning, exhaustion mixed with heartache and a headache. I am not a reader, but I am trying to read through the manuscript in the hopes of better understanding Rejena and where she came from. How she remembers so many little details and how she is able to describe the moment we met, is astonishing. For me, she was the girls with blondish hair and a nice arse and pretty eyes. For her, she described my skin as being tanned, slightly darker than caramel. My eyes reminded her of the forest, filled with so many different shades of green that she couldn’t call it one solid color. My eyes, my smile, the way I walked, she had it all in there and I never imagined that someone would see so much within a few minutes of meeting a person.By the time I get past the day we met, my eyes are half closed, and the words start to blur on the pages. At some point I must have fallen asleep, because a knocking on the door has me sitting up so fast that I have to close my eyes

DalonNerves have my body locked tight. I can’t remember the last time I was this nervous. What if the idea I have of her now is just that? An idea of a woman I knew for a few short days? What if she isn’t really that woman? I have so many things running through my head as I try to focus on the fact that I the media is here, and they want to see the man that is leading the championship. I need to focus now on what the world sees, but right now, all I am worried about is what will happen when Rejena shows up. Will I still feel for her what I started feeling for her in Italy? Or will it be more intense? Will she even look the same? A month can change a lot for a person.“Hey man, what are you hiding in the paddock for?” Oliver asks as he comes into the room that I will be using to get my shit in order for the race and after the race. This is where I will dress, where I will meditate and where I will do my pre-race prep. “You need to see how Caleb and Cayden are going on about the women

DalonWe stop at the hotel that all the drivers will be staying at, and for a moment, I don’t know what to say or do. I want to ask her to have dinner with me, or to come have a coffee with me, anything to just get a bit more time with her, but I can see that she is tired after traveling and I don’t want to feel like I am intruding.“Hey, I have a surprise for you.” Rejena says as we sit in the car, neither one of us making the first move to climb out of the car.“Yeah?” I ask, relieved that she is just as unwilling as I am to leave this little bubble that we are in.“I remember this one interview where you said you loved Kinder Joy. I kind of got you every single form of the chocolate that I could possibly find. I know you should probably not eat it now, but I was walking in the shops the day before you called me and I saw this entire shelve practically devoted to the chocolate. I don’t know why I did it, but I started grabbing two of each.” She is turning slightly red as she looks d

DalonThe feeling of seeing her waiting at the end of the line for me, is something I can’t describe. I have had it many times before. I have had models, women that most men would drool over, but Rejena, she was a completely different league. Today she is dressed in tight jeans, a papaya orange shirt with the Mclaren logo on. A slight sliver of her stomach is showing. Her hair is down in waves, the natural brown highlights mixing with the blonde in a way that most people would pay a lot of money to have and still won’t be able to get.I look over the railing at the crowd standing beneath us, but all I see is Rejena, tears streaming down her cheeks, but the smile on her face is pure joy and pride. I want this every time I finish a race. I want her smile to be the thing I see when I finish every race, and I want her arms to be wrapped around me whether I win or lose.“You are freaken screwed, mate.” Oliver says, and then he sprays me with the champagne. I didn’t even realize we have fin

DalonI have been waiting for the past twenty minutes for Rejena to finish, and I am starting to worry that she might have passed out and the hairdryer might be lying somewhere on the floor instead of actually drying her hair, giving me the false impression that she is alright and simply just blowing out her hair. I try to remind myself that she has a lot of hair and that takes time to dry. There is no reason for me to worry about her because it was just a little bump. The problem is that she was completely knocked out for the two minutes it took me to turn off the water and lift her into a sitting position.My phone ringing in my pocket distracts me from my thoughts and I am reminded that we have people waiting for us. “Hey man, you done winning her over yet? You have been taking your sweet ass time to get her.” Oliver says, laughter in his voice. They have probably started running bets, wondering if we had a quicky in her room, or if we had a fall out. It can never just be anything