Page 33 of Sparks Fly
“Right.”
Silence echoes.
“So, you and Anaïs… is this really over?”
“Yes, Dad. She was great, fuck, I mean, I don’t think I’ll ever get better than her, but selfishly, what I want is more important. I want the world championship, Ineedit, and I won’t do it if I have her distracting me.”
I rub my hand over my chin. “I see.”
“She deserves someone better, someone who can give her their undivided attention… but that just isn’t me.” I don’t miss the way his breath catches at the back of his throat.
“If it’s meant to be.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He kind of palms me off and I shake my head, a silly smile pressing against my lips.
“I better get going…” I say when I hear a clearing of a throat behind me.
“Yeah, okay, good luck with Cowan…” A warmth radiates through my chest.
“Thanks…” I trail off for a moment
“And thanks for letting me know about Anaïs,” he says quietly before cutting me off.
I blink a couple of times, pulling the phone from my ear.
“Mr Lexington.” Emily’s breezes over me and I twist, my eyes sweeping over her.
“Yes, sorry.” I smile, pushing to my feet and walking towards the exit of the boat to see Cowan walking towards me, manager in tow.
I flick my eyes across to the paparazzi and hold my finger to my lips, throwing them a wink and I know full well that they’re not going to keep quiet about this. We can just spin it as rumour mill. Everyone loves a rumour in our world, especially during silly season.
“Cowan,” I say a little louder, our hands clapping together as they meet and he gives me a warm smile.
“Creed.” He nods down as he steps onto the boat, and I usher him around to the deck where I was sitting. We’re a little more shielded and I know the paparazzi won’t be able to get any photos of us around here.
Emily hovers, and I give her a nod. She reaches for the champagne and pops the cork and Cowan raises a brow.
I take a look at him. Dirty blonde hair. Messy. Brown eyes, sun kissed skin. Kind of has this surfer look. It suits him.
He’s stocky, not overly tall, around the five-nine mark. Small enough to fit comfortably in an F1 car.
“Celebrating already?” He gives me a cocky smirk, and I shrug.
“We both know you’re going to sign.”
“Do we?” he counters back as Emily begins filling the glasses and passing one to Cowan, then passing me my own.
I thank her before she turns on her heel and disappears towards Toby.
“So.” I raise a brow, a smile tugging at my lips as I bring the delicate rim of my glass to my lips and take a sip before placing it back on the table in front of me. My arm is thrown around the back of the sofa, eyes beating down on Cowan.
“We both know that Saint Onyx can be so much better than it is. We’re running for the constructors championship as well as Royce running for World Champion…”
He scoffs.
“I won’t be no number two driver,”
“We don’t work like that. We want what’s best for the team, not the individual driver. We see enough of that on the grid, that is not what we’re about here. Fair racing. It’s anyone’s game.” My lips twitch.
