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Luca
She was gone by the morning.
Getting into the bed after my shower, I’d felt weird going to cuddle her, though that’s what I’d done sitting beside her as I guided her hand to make her come. Twice.
Fuck, I couldn’t get hard in the pit box thinking about how she’d moaned and wriggled against me.
No wonder she’d fled. I’d fucking come in my boxers like a teenager. Like the virgin I’d been then.
But hearing her moan, her grabbing me as we worked together to make her come… how could I not follow her lead?
I’d promised her fun. We’d had more than fun. It still didn’t feel real. I’d spent the whole time in my hotel room reminding myself it was real and the girl I’d seen on Instagram was in front of me, in my hands, and she’d let me touch her.
Too bad I’d ruined it.
At least the shame gave me something else to think about, taking my mind off what was about to be revealed to the public.
I’d walked swiftly from the coach to change and then straight to the pit box, trying to avoid any noise about the inquiry. I didn’t want to be surrounded by anyone other than my team. Even if my main company was Nix, grinning at his phone like the lovesick fool he was. But I could feel the difference out there, the buzz wasn’t the same as usual. It was louder next to the building, full of anticipation. But not for the race.
For their nasty gossip. For their accusations and mild sorrow over what had happened to my family.
As much as I’d tried to avoid it, I hadn’t.
StormSprint staff knew what the inquiry said and we’d all been given a script to follow if we’d been asked.Everything is covered in the report. Our thoughts are with Alv’s family.
But that was just for us to say to the press.
When I came out of the bathroom, I heard two of the grid girls giving a tour of the facilities further down the corridor. I peered out of the door, looking up and down and, nope, there was no way out other than past them. Great.
“There aren’t many people wanting tours,” said Hollie, from Prixton, offering a sweet smile to two men in their fifties and a young boy. She pushed her golden-blonde hair back. “I suppose there are a lot of people wanting to stay for the press release.”
Hannah nodded beside her, looking down at her heels. “It’s been very different today. So quiet and yet so… loud.”
The men nodded, looking at each other with raised brows.
“A load of drama over a man who didn’t look after his helmet and used it on his own bike,” one of them laughed. “Heard the family are suing as well.”
Hollie stiffened and then lifted her chin. “We don’t speculate,” she said, her voice tightening as she kept her professional smile.
“You haven’t read the report then?” the other laughed. “We know the head of Ciclati, we’ve read it. That’s why we don’t need to be there for the fiasco.”
That didn’t surprise me.
Hollie’s chin rose further and she kept her eyes trained on them. “Sounds like you’re quite close to Don then.”
One shrugged. “Quite. Have you heard if they’re going to sue?” he pressed as they started to walk my way. I opened the door further, pretending to be busy on my phone.
“No,” Hannah said and then crouched down to the boy. “Would you like to see one of the bikes next? We even have a little version you can sit on!”
The kid’s eyes lit up and his hands turned to excited claws, but the men were paying no attention to him.
“Surely they don’t have a leg to stand on if it was his own fault?”
Holding onto his dad’s coat, the kid cried, “Dad, I can ride a bike!”
“Not withtheirhelmets,” the other laughed. “You can sit on one, but wouldn’t want an accident—”
They saw me.
