Page 76 of Red Flag
“At the hospital,” he corrected. His breaths were laboured, though he was fucking me far slower than before. “She’s waiting with me, so the least I could do was get dinner.”
“She’s too good to you,” he said with a sigh. “She certainly has some power over you.”
“Mm, doesn’t she.” He pressed mute quickly to groan, “Livid.”
“Despite how much you two play hate, I think she likes you.”
Nix snorted.
“Don’t hurt her.”
His eyes bore into mine. For two languid thrusts, he didn’t say anything, then pressed the button tounmutehimself, eyes still locked. “I won’t.”
My heart stuttered but he only smiled, hung up and bent to kiss me.
Chapter 17
There was one more race before the circuit in England. Nix had told me over a takeaway in Argentina that Silverstone was his favourite track despite crashing there more than anywhere else.
By then, I wanted to be able to move my stuff out or sell it if I had a permanent contract.
There hadn’t been time to think over those details as I had been swamped with work in response toLuca’sviral teammate behaviour. Which was only enhanced by the release of the semi-naked photos Nix had taken for a French women’s magazine. He’d printed one off for me — the one I’d told him was my favourite — and signed it ‘For my dirty girl, Livid.’
I kept it on me during the organised chaos that was the following weeks.
Photo shoots.
Interviews.
Live streams.
It was relentless.
I’d worked for sportsmen before, but my two riders were suddenly high-flying celebrities. Their schedules were packed. More so than any client I’d ever had.
Two weeks later at the Japanese track for qualifying, thingswere just about calming down. In my rush to prepare everything for Nix’s on-track interview tomorrow, I’d hardly had a second’s rest.
We’d spent last night apart. But, when I’d woken up, I’d seen Nix had been a busy boy.
Someone had tweeted a picture of me and him at a takeaway shop getting food and captioned it with their theory that Nix was cheating on Clara with me.
It quickly received hundreds of comments.
And then Nix responded. Directly.
@NixonArmas18: Running stupid news stories, instead of actually investigating something worthwhile. Fuck off out of my mentions.
@NixonArmas18: I have not cheated on my girlfriend. This is my publicist. Of course we spend time together. She follows me wherever I go because I’m busy. It’s her job.
@StormSprintHotNews1: Did she tell you to post that too? Sound like an upstanding client.
@NixonArmas18: Don’t you fucking dare. She’s the best publicist out there.
Unfortunately, @StormSprintHotNews1was right. People were blowing up my mentions, asking if I babysat him, if I didn’t trust him, and how I felt about his response.
So when I saw him leathered in the corridor, I grabbed his arm and dragged him to one of the meeting rooms.
As soon as the door clicked closed, my hips were in his hands, his lips on my throat. “I like the way you think, Livid.”
