The Billionaire Racer I Kissed のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Clara’s hand fumbled across the nightstand, knocking into her phone twice before she managed to silence the alarm that had just woken her up. The room fell quiet again, but the echo lingered in her skull, sharp and insistent. She lay still for a moment, eyes closed, waiting for the familiar comfort of morning to arrive. But it didn’t.Her body felt wrong, heavy and disconnected. Like she had slept in someone else’s skin.She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling, at the faint crack running above the wardrobe she’d been meaning to fix for months.Her mouth tasted stale. Her head throbbed faintly, not from alcohol because she hadn’t drunk enough for that, but from exhaustion, the kind that sleep didn’t touch.Something pressed against her ribs. Nyx.The Siamese cat was sprawled across her chest like a queen claiming territory, cream-colored fur warm against Clara’s black tank top. One blue eye blinked open lazily, assessing her.“You’re heavy,” Clara murmured, voice rough.Nyx

Clara stayed frozen long after Matteo Devereaux walked out of her office.The door closed softly behind him, but the room still felt crowded, as if his presence had seeped into the walls and refused to leave. She stood beside her desk, one hand braced against the edge, the other hanging uselessly at her side. Her heart was still racing, though she wasn’t sure why. He hadn’t raised his voice. He hadn’t threatened her.Behind her, Tara let out a breath she’d clearly been holding. She leaned against the desk, eyes glowing in a way that made Clara’s stomach twist.“Okay,” Tara murmured, dragging out the word. “I get why they say he’s intimidating.”But Clara didn’t respond.Tara laughed lightly, pushing herself upright. “I mean, did you see him? That jawline alone should be illegal.”Clara blinked, her mind struggling to catch up with the normalcy of the comment. She turned slowly, watching Tara smooth her blouse as she’d just survived a near-miss with something dangerous and exciting.“

Clara froze, her pulse hammering, and her eyes wide. Elena’s lips had pressed against Matteo’s, bold and deliberate, and for a moment, everything inside her screamed. She couldn’t look away and didn't know why either.Up close, Elena was exactly what Clara had selected on paper, and yet seeing her in person was different. They had similar heights and a petite frame. But Elena was slightly fuller through the hips, her curves softer and more pronounced. Her short dark hair fell on her shoulders, framing her warm brown eyes that held confidence without hesitation. She was beautiful and convincing.Matteo’s hand lifted just slightly, a controlled motion that pushed Elena back. His dark eyes narrowed, but his voice stayed calm.“Don’t do that without my consent next time.” His voice was tight and Clara could see his hand clenched beside him.Elena blinked, caught off guard. Then a faint flush rose across her cheeks. She pressed her lips together and tilted her head, with a half-smile tuggi

The porch light cast a soft glow across the driveway as the figure stepped forward.Clara’s stomach dropped the moment she saw his face. Mark. Her irritation flared instantly.She pushed the car door open and stepped out, slamming it harder than necessary.Mark smiled like nothing was wrong. Like he hadn’t turned her life upside down two days ago.“Clara.”He walked toward her with easy confidence, his hands sliding into the pockets of his jacket. When he got close, he leaned in as if the most natural thing in the world was to kiss her.Clara turned her face away immediately. His lips brushed air. Her eyes flashed.“How did you get into my house?”Mark blinked, confused by the question.Then Clara remembered. Of course he could get in.He knew the passcode to the door. He had helped install the system himself. And somewhere inside his pockets was still the spare key she had once given him without hesitation.A bitter laugh escaped her.“I’ll be changing that tomorrow.”Mark waved a di

Clara stared at her phone long after the call ended.Then the screen slowly dimmed in her hand, but she didn’t move to wake it again. Matteo’s last words still echoed in her mind.Find out who took that photo.As if it were that simple.Her shoulders slowly sagged as the tension from the day caught up with her. The quiet kitchen suddenly felt heavier, the silence pressing around her.She unlocked the phone again. The post was still there.The resemblance was unsettling when she looked at it this way. Same short bob. Same dark hair framing the face. Even the lighting in the pictures made the illusion worse.Clara frowned.Whoever posted it knew exactly what they were doing. They weren’t just sharing photos. They were asking a question.And the internet loved questions.Her stomach growled loudly, breaking through her thoughts.Clara blinked. Right. She hadn’t eaten all day. Another soft sound reached her ears.Nyx padded across the kitchen floor and rubbed against her ankle, her tail c