Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire Racer I Kissed : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Tara scoffed, the sound sharp and disbelieving.“Really?” she asked, leaning back in her chair, arms crossing tightly over her chest. “You want to play dumb with me?”Clara held her gaze for a second.‘She knew. Of course she knew.’ She thought.But she didn’t say anything. Tara didn’t wait.She grabbed her phone, unlocked it quickly, and shoved the screen toward Clara.The photo. That same photo of her kissing Matteo.Clara’s chest tightened instantly. Without thinking, she reached for Tara’s wrist and pulled her up.“Come with me.”Tara barely had time to react before Clara was already dragging her across the office floor. A few curious glances followed them, but Clara ignored all of it.She pushed open her office door, pulled Tara inside, and shut it firmly behind them. The click echoed.Tara turned to face her immediately.“Clara,” she started, her voice dropping slightly but still edged with frustration. “Why am I just finding out that you’re the person in that picture?”Clara ex

The door creaked open wider, and both Clara and Mark turned at the same time.Luca stood at the entrance, composed as ever, his sharp gaze taking in the scene in a single sweep. His presence filled the room effortlessly, calm yet authoritative in a way that made the air shift instantly.Clara recovered first.“Mark,” she said, her tone clipped, stepping away from him. “You should leave now. I have work to do.”Mark hesitated, clearly thrown off by the interruption. His eyes flicked to Luca, scanning him from head to toe.“And who exactly is this?” he asked, a defensive edge creeping into his voice.Luca didn’t answer. He simply held Mark’s gaze, steady and unreadable. It was enough.Whatever Mark had been about to say died in his throat. He shifted slightly, rubbing the side of his face where Clara had slapped him earlier. The confidence he walked in with was gone, replaced with something smaller and uncertain.He looked back at Clara. “This conversation isn’t over.”Clara didn’t resp

Clara couldn’t look away from him.There was something different about Matteo this morning. Not just the coldness, that had always been there, but the intensity beneath it. It felt sharper, but barely controlled.Her chest tightened slightly as she studied him, her thoughts slipping before she could stop them.‘This version of him… was not the man she had walked up to at the bar. This was someone she would have avoided completely.’A quiet shift in the room pulled her back, but it was his voice that snapped her fully out of it.“Is that how competent you are?”The words landed flat and cold.Clara blinked, straightening instinctively as her attention locked on him.Matteo turned from the window, his gaze cutting straight through her. “With everything going on, you don’t pick your calls. You don’t respond to messages.”Her lips parted slightly. “My phone was on…”He didn’t let her finish.“How many minutes?” he asked, already looking past her.Luca glanced at his watch without hesitati

Matteo had dealt with board members who controlled billions of dollars. Men who built empires. Women who could dismantle reputations with a single statement.None of them had ever spoken back to him. Not once.His fingers tapped lightly against the armrest as the thought settled deeper. Over the years, he had cultivated a presence that made people think twice before speaking, and reconsider entirely before challenging him. It wasn’t just authority. It was control and precision. Fear.And yet… Clara Reynolds had ignored all of that. First, she had kissed him. Without warning. Without his permission.His jaw tightened slightly. Even if she had warned him, he wouldn’t have allowed it.And now… Now she was standing in his office, having just spoken to him in a way no one else dared.Matteo lifted his gaze back to her.Clara hadn’t moved. She stood near the door, her posture still straight, but there was something new in her expression. A flicker. Shock, maybe. Realization.But not regret

When she opened them again, Amara was still watching her carefully.“Are you okay now?” she asked.Clara nodded, though the unease hadn’t left her completely.“I will be.”She was still speaking when the door pushed open suddenly. Clara turned, startled.Luca stepped in, his presence immediate, his eyes scanning her from head to toe like he was assessing a situation that had already been reported to him.“The flowers,” the other woman who had taken them out said quickly from behind him. “She reacted to them…”Luca didn’t wait for more.“We’re going to the clinic,” he said, already moving toward Clara.Clara blinked, caught off guard by the urgency.“I’m fine,” she replied, straightening slightly. “It’s already passed.”His gaze didn’t soften.“That didn’t look fine.”“It’s normal,” she insisted, brushing her fingers against her arm. “I’ll go to a hospital on my way home.”“There’s no need for that,” Luca cut in, his tone firm but controlled. “There’s a clinic in the building.”Clara p