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Probably the fact that we are outside is the only reason why Cal hasn’t been more aggressive.

“Let them watch.” His smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “They gave us a shitty living area at the edge of the paddock, anyway. No one will bother us. The team is going to the promoter’s party. I told Zaid and Taz that we’ll catch up later. Come on, Zara. Stop being a cock tease. Let me fuck you against the wall, and then we’ll go out and party all night the way you like.”

I shake my head, tears stinging my eyes to find their way out. What the fuck is wrong with me? I was planning to go all the way with Cal this weekend. But this isn’t how I thought it would happen. I was hoping we’d get a room somewhere nice, away from his teammates. That he would be nice and charming, like he used to be when we first started seeing each other.

“Please, Cal. We have all weekend. I’m just not ready right now.”

Red searing pain blooms on my cheek as my head snaps to one side. I cup my throbbing face, blinking rapidly, confused.

Did he just hit me?

I open my mouth, too stunned to even ask, when the next hit comes on the opposite side.

This time, I’m sure Cal slapped me. It isn’t just because I saw the hit. I can taste blood.

“We’re done playing, jail-bait. I was going to be nice, but I guess this is how you really want it. I knew I didn’t like you just because you have a cute ass and a smart mouth. You’re perfect for me. You want to be fucked hard and you’re just egging me on, like the good little slut I’ve always known you are.”

His body is back on mine, pressing me against the wall.

Cal pins me to the wall with his body and I hear rather than see the zipper of his race suit being lowered.

Adrenaline floods my body as I see my opportunity to get away. He fumbles to take his cock out of the constraints of the thick leather without undressing his upper body.

I have one shot at this. If I miss, or I’m too slow, I don’t know what he’s going to do to me.

There isn’t a lot of room to maneuver as I prepare to kick him between his legs as hard as I can.

“Get your fucking hands off of her!”

Someone yells, and Cal is yanked off of me by strong hands and punched in the face. The noise of bone hitting bone is deafening.

He lands on the ground in a heap and the stranger comes to check on me, his voice now lower, and a lot softer than a few seconds ago.

“Are you ok?” he asks.

I think I nod. I can’t be too sure. I’m too mesmerized by the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen.

ARES

I’ve never liked Calvin Fox.

He’s a douche on and off the fucking tarmac. While I never thought he and I would ever be friends, however, I didn’t think he was this big a piece of shit.

“What the fuck is going on?” I snarl, getting right in his face.

“What’s it to you, asshole?” he sputters, his teeth red with blood as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “This is between me and my girl. You better fuck off before I teach you one hell of a lesson on how to mind your own fucking business.”

I laugh. “You made it my business when you decided to put your hands on a woman half your size, asshole. I’ve always thought you were a waste of space on the racetrack, but this takes the fucking cake.”

The bastard gets back on his feet, swaying a little as blood keeps pouring from a cut on his lips. “You got me by surprise. Had you not sucker punched me, there’s no way you would’ve landed one single hit. If you want to go, I’m more than happy to show you what I can do when I’m prepared.”

I can’t help but chuckle at him. I have a couple of inches and probably a good thirty pounds on him. I’m also much faster than him, on and off the racetrack. “You’re not worth me getting my hands dirty with your sorry ass, Fox. Wait until I report you to the Race Director for hitting a woman. You’re already in the third line, so you were gonna eat my dust anyway, but this will get you kicked out of tomorrow’s race. Maybe even excluded from the League once and for all.”

Cocky assholes like Fox don’t know when to cut their losses and fuck off.

“If you think I’m the one who’s getting disqualified, you’re delusional as well as arrogant. You hit me first. Unprovoked.”

I take a step toward him, my fists already clenched at my sides. “Unprovoked? You were hitting a woman. Fuck knows what else you were gonna do to her, if I hadn’t stepped in.”

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