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Aurélie made a choked sound across the room, nearly toppling over as she bent to strap on her heels. “Je suis désolée.How much?”
I sighed. “One hundred and seventy-five thousand off net is still quite a bit, Sinclair.”
Marco gawked. “You basically make that in a year.”
“Oh, to be Formula 1’s highest-paid driver of all time,” Kimi said with a grin.
Aurélie was still frozen, one heel in her hand and her mouth hanging open. “How. Much?!” she hissed.
I smirked, lifting my glass. “Want me to say it slower, baby?”
Ivy cackled. “Your family’s already loaded and somehow you’re still managing to marry into even richer. That’s real talent.”
Marco raised his eyebrows. “Does that make her a gold digger? Or a platinum one?”
“We’re not getting married,” Auri cut in, cheeks flushed. “Not anytime soon.”
“Oh please,” Ivy said, waving a hand. “You’re basically common-law married after last night.”
Aurélie picked up a throw pillow from the chair she was on and threw it at Ivy. “I told you that in confidence, you bitch.”
Marco barked out a laugh. “Malina’s literally planning the wedding,” he teased, referring to my mum who was, in fact, doing just that. “And what, you think if Fraser put a ring on it, Dubois would say no?”
Kimi didn’t even look up from his phone. “She wouldn’t just say yes. She’d mount him in front of a live studio audience and then thank the viewers for coming.”
Heat sparked low in my gut as I glanced over at her. She was still on the chair, flustered and flushed, one leg curled beneath her in that dress like a black fucking dream. Our eyes met. And she gave me that look.
That goddamn look.
The one that said she’d do exactly what Kimi just said. Maybe not on camera, but definitely somewhere she shouldn’t. A balcony. A stairwell. The back of a team garage. I’d let her. I’d worship her for it.
“Christ,” I groaned. “Can you all at least pretend you weren’t raised by wild jackals?”
Ivy batted her lashes. “What if I was? You don’t know my life.”
Auri pinned me with a look. “Our friends are feral and need God.”
Marco made the sign of the cross. “Not news. I’m a proud member of the Catholic church and an even prouder believer in the sacred act of confession—especially when it involves roleplay.”
Ivy turned so red, she almost dropped her spritz. As much as she liked to pretend otherwise, subtlety when it came to Marco was not her strong suit. She lifted her glass, voice husky as she murmured, “Forgive me, Father, for I’m about to sin.”
Marco coughed into his drink. “Christ, Ivy?—”
She grinned, wicked and unrepentant.
I glanced at Aurélie. She was already looking at me with a smirk that saidthey’re not the only ones who sin in silk. My girl. Always two seconds from drama.
Kimi snorted. “I just saw a tweet with a still from the Orion garage when Callum went after Morel. The lighting was weirdly cinematic. And Dom? He looked like a protective guard dog. People are calling him Daddy Dom now.”
I froze mid-sip.
Daddy Dom.
Fuck.
Aurélie had purred that exact phrase to me not even twelve hours ago, all breathless gratitude and glossy-eyed wreckage.Thank you for your cock, Daddy Dom.
I did not need this right now.
