All Chapters of The Billionaire Racer I Kissed : Chapter 61 - Chapter 69

Matteo Devereaux had never considered himself a man who got distracted.He built companies while others struggled to build schedules.He negotiated million-euro deals over breakfast, dismissed problems before lunch, and still found time to review reports late into the night.Distractions were for other people.Yet that Monday morning, he found himself reading the same sentence for the fourth time.His pen remained suspended above the document."...Sir?"The voice pulled him back.Three department heads sat across the conference table, waiting.Matteo glanced at the financial report in front of him."I asked a question."The room became noticeably quieter. One of the executives cleared his throat."We were waiting for your decision regarding the Marseille logistics proposal."He looked down again.Marseille. Right.The numbers were acceptable. The projected risks were manageable.He signed the approval without another word.The meeting continued. People spoke. Graphs changed. New propo

Clara sat frozen inside the closet. Her fingers tightened around the wooden rolling pin until her knuckles turned white.She had heard his voice. She knew that voice, but her body refused to move."Clara!"Matteo's voice echoed through the house again, louder this time."If you're inside, answer me."Her breathing hitched. For a brief second, she wondered if she was imagining it.The police sirens. The pounding on the front door. His voice. Everything felt unreal.She slowly unlocked her closet door and stepped into the bedroom. The shattered bedroom window allowed the cold night air to pour inside.Glass crunched beneath her slippers as she walked carefully downstairs, clutching Nyx against her chest.The front door was still locked. She looked through the security monitor.Matteo stood outside, his expression darker than she had ever seen it. Two police officers stood beside him. Behind them were members of Devereaux Franchise's security team.Her eyes stung. She hurriedly unlocked

The ride to Devereaux Franchise Holdings was unusually quiet. Clara sat in the passenger seat, watching the morning traffic glide past the window. She still couldn't get the image of the suspect smiling at her out of her head. It hadn't been a normal smile. It had been... knowing as though someone else was waiting behind him. Matteo drove with one hand resting on the steering wheel. His eyes never left the road, but his thoughts hadn't left the police station either. After a long silence, he finally spoke. "Did you suspect anyone?" Clara turned to him. "The police asked that already." "I'm asking differently." She looked at him for a moment before facing the window again. "I did." "Who?" "My best friend." Matteo's brows knitted together slightly. "Tara?" She nodded. "I thought... maybe she told someone." Her voice carried a hint of guilt. "She was the only person who knew I was the woman in that picture." "The kiss." "Yes." Matteo remained quiet. "I even convinced

Clara's breath caught. For one suspended moment, neither of them moved.Her palm rested against Matteo's chest, the steady beat of his heart unmistakable beneath the crisp fabric of his shirt. His hand was still around her waist, firm enough to keep her balanced, yet careful enough that she never felt trapped.They looked at each other. They were too close.Far too close.Clara was the first to regain her senses. She cleared her throat softly and stepped back, smoothing an imaginary crease on her blouse."I... was just coming out."Matteo lowered his hand without a word."I noticed."An awkward silence settled between them. She forced herself to meet his eyes."Thank you... for earlier.""For what?""For catching me."His expression remained unreadable."I wasn't going to let you fall."It was such a simple statement. Matter-of-fact. Yet for some reason, it lingered in Clara's chest.She nodded once."Right."Matteo glanced into her room."Finished packing?"She looked down at the ove