Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire Racer I Kissed : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 6

Clara’s phone buzzed in her hand, and she knew it was time to leave.She leaned closer to Mark, lowering her voice so it wouldn’t carry over the muted music humming through the private room.“I need to go. I still have work to finish.”Mark barely looked at her. He nodded once, distracted, his attention already drifting back to the people around him. His lips curved into a lazy smile, loose, pleased, like a man settling deeper into a night he didn’t want to end.“Okay,” that was all he said.Something tight pulled in Clara’s chest, but she ignored it. She straightened, pasted on a polite smile, and said her quick goodbyes to his team. No one noticed her leaving.Outside the room, the air felt cooler. She exhaled, adjusting her bag on her shoulder as she headed toward the stairs.She hadn’t planned to stay this late. Mark had signed a major contract that evening, and she’d followed him to celebrate, just for a while, she’d told herself. Long enough to show support. Halfway down the st

The air in the boardroom changed the moment Matteo lifted his gaze.Clara felt it before she understood it. A tightening along her spine, a quiet pressure settling behind her ribs. Her body reacted faster than her mind, freezing mid-step just inside the doorway. For half a second, the room existed only in fragments. The polished table, the low murmur of voices fading into nothing. Then there was him.Matteo Devereaux sat near the head of the table, with a dark immaculate suit. His posture was relaxed in a way that felt intentional. One hand rested loosely on the table, the other tucked into his pocket. He didn’t look surprised to see her.That was the first blow. His expression barely shifted. No widening of the eyes, no flicker of recognition anyone else could catch. Just a slow, deliberate stillness, as if he were cataloguing her presence the way one assessed a variable.Clara’s stomach dropped. For one horrifying moment, she wondered if she’d imagined the kiss at the bar. The accu

Clara twisted her face, her brows met as she swerved into the next turn. The morning traffic was already irritating her, and that was before her phone vibrated.She glanced at the screen while slowing at a red light.Devereaux Franchise Team: Meeting confirmed for 9:00 a.m.Her brows knitted together instantly. She checked the time. 8:43 a.m.A sharp, humourless laugh left her lips. “You have got to be kidding me.”Her office building was already visible ahead of her, the glass panels reflecting the pale morning sun. Matteo’s company, on the other hand, was in the opposite direction entirely. Across town. Past traffic she had deliberately avoided that morning.Her fingers tightened around the steering wheel. So this is how he wants to play it.She cursed under her breath, ignoring the honk behind her as she made a sudden turn, merging back into traffic. The irritation simmering in her chest wasn’t just about the timing. It was about control. Matteo had it. And he knew it.By the time