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I drive away and drop Jack off at his place to go for Elijah, he wants me to go in, but I know better than that - I need to pick Elijah up now, not in two hours. As he leaves the car, he reminds me to have plenty of energy for tonight, which sends a tingle all through me.
Chapter20
Jack
Shit, I'm tired, so fucking tired. I know I'm in my twenties and in my prime or whatever, but I really need to get some shut eye before going to the track. Robyn and I got very energetic last night, we were up for hours . . . fucking amazing. That girl's body, her curves- her fucking skin feels like velvet - what’s that about? She’s an addiction for me. Without a doubt, I'm addicted. I flashback to her sucking my cock last night like she was really enjoying it, getting off on it. God, I'm getting hard thinking about it and I must have come what? Four times last night. I can't keep this up, she’s gonna kill me - but what a way to go.
Seriously though, I need to focus on the race. Sleep needs to happen right now, then I need to get my head in place for the win. This qualifier race is mine, everything is going right for me, for the team. I have the most powerful bike I’ve ever had, I have a bloody amazing team and now I have Robyn and her little man. Oh yeah, things are good.
Sleep, time to sleep. I set my alarm for nine - which means I’ll be a little late to the track but gives me a good five hours of much-needed sleep.
I wake up to someone banging loudly on my front door, my phone says 9.15, shit did I sleep through my alarm? Could be Denny or Harry trying to rouse me if they couldn't get hold of me by phone. I make my way downstairs in just my boxers expecting to see one of them.
What I did not expect to see is Greg Brinley - fucking hell - what is Robyn's dad doing here? This isn't good, I know immediately that this can't be good - him coming to my home address. Shit, this is about Robyn. If it were about work - about his investment - he'd have talked to me at the track.
His face isn't giving anything away. “Jack, can I come in?”
I step back so he can come in. “I’ll just go and put some clothes on, back in a second.”
He nods but doesn't say anything. Fuck. I quickly find some clothes and make my way back down.
“Would you like a drink or anything?” I ask, no harm in being polite to the controlling arsehole that has me by the balls.
“No, I’ll get straight to the point. I know about you and Robyn.”
Shit.“What about me and Robyn?”
“Let's not play that game, son. I know about you two, she’s your booty call or whatever. I warned you, didn't I? I seem to remember not too long ago, me warning you, that if you went near her that it would end very badly for you.”
“It's not what you think,” I say in a quiet voice.
He sneers “Oh it's not? So you weren't there last night after her son was asleep and left early hours of this morning?”
I narrow my eyes. “Are you following me?”
“No, but I paid someone to. I knew . . .I knewwhen I walked in on you both that day, so I had you watched. I didn't want it to be true, I had hoped Robyn had grown up by now, but obviously not - so I'm still going to have to look out for her and that includes keeping her away from the likes of you.”
I know I should count to ten but fuck it. “Do you even know your daughter at all? Do you know anything about her? She’s the most mature person I know, you have no idea, do you?”
“I'm not discussing my relationship with my daughter anyway, I'm here to tell you that it ends now - what you're doing with her.”
“It’s more than what you think . . . I . . .”
He sneers “What? Do you think you have feelings for her? Don't make me laugh, you're going to get bored of her just like you do with every woman, I really can't see you with the white picket fence and the wife and stepson, can you? Come on, you know that’s not you - I mean I don't blame you - with your upbringing you were never going to want the traditional life.”
He did not fucking go there.
“Get out, how fucking dare you talk about my family, you are the blindest man I have ever met. You know nothing about what’s important in life.”
“What? And you do? Don't make me laugh.”
“She finds out you've been here, threatening me, you wouldn't see her again.”
“Blimey, you have a lot of self-worth, don't you? I think you'd be surprised. So, son,” He spits the word son out as though it’s a dirty word. “you will end it now or I pull my investment, and you know what that means, don't you?”
“Pull it then, I don't care.” My stomach has just tied in knots. I do care. Racing is my life, he pulls the investment now I'm fucked.
“Oh, you don't care? So, Harry your manager and everyone else that works for you, that have been working towards this for months, you'd be happy for them to be out of a job, would you? And let's not pretend that Robyn is more important than your racing. You eat and breathe the sport, that’s why I invested in you in the first place - your commitment. So you end it with her. And you do it tonight. You don't, then tomorrow I pull the investment. I get an inkling that you haven't done as I asked, or told her that I’ve been here, then we will have problems. Do we understand each other?”
