Page 132 of Sparks Fly
Rue is next to me, fingers lacing through mine as I hear her whisper, “I am so sorry.”
I sniffle, shaking my head because that’s all I can muster.
Royce goes for his dad again and I cover my mouth and nose as I watch on, but I can feel the eyes that are on me, burning into my skin, removing each layer as they do. They’re going to think I got the job because I was sleeping with the CEO, but that’s not the case at all.
Glenn and Pascal are running down the pit lane towards the commotion and before we know it, the whole strip no doubt knows what the fuck is going on down at Saint Onyx.
Glenn manages to get Royce off Creed, dragging him away and Pascal ushers Creed out of the garage, just as Kai walks down, headphones on as he whistles completely unaware of the devastation that has just unfolded in here seconds before.
He slips them off his head when he reads the room and his eyes land on me.
Nora pushes past him and stands in front of me, checking me over then dragging me away with Rue following.
“What the hell did I miss?”
Seems little miss new girl only got the job because she was banging the CEO of Saint Onyx. What will happen now? Will Royce up and leave or will he stay for revenge and take them all down with him?
Let’s see how Royce races now knowing that his ex-girlfriend and his dad were having a secret relationship… The question on everyone’s lips is how long has this been going on?
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Chapter Twenty-Eight
Creed
Being shovedinto my office by my technical director was not what I had envisaged before our race this evening, but here we are.
Royce follows after, then Pascal and Glenn step in, closing the door behind us.
“What the fuck?” Glenn’s hands fold into his pockets and I sigh.
Royce’s eyes are puffy and red and I fucking hate that he is upset.
“Dad’s been banging Anaïs.” His words spill out of him like daggers, hitting me in the chest each time.
Pascal sucks in a breath, his eyes level with mine and Glenn bounces his gaze between the both of us.
“I’m not banging her,” I try and defend myself and Royce rolls his eyes. “It’s more than that… I love her, Royce, and I am sorry you have had to find out this way, but we were going to tell you. We just wanted you to see out the remaining eight races, and then we would have dealt with it,” I say firmly.
He shakes his head, scrubbing his face. “You should have told me from the start.”
“It’s not being going on long at all…” I admit, cautiously walking towards my son but he backs away.
“How long?” His fingers curl around the door handle.
“A few weeks.”
“You still should have told me. Her I can understand, in a way… but you?” He jabs his finger at me, and I feel the disappointment surge through me.
“I’m sorry, Royce.” I breathe but he shakes his head, pure disgust lacing his face before he gives me one last look up and down before storming out of the room.
A few seconds of silence pass, and I begin pacing the room.
“Well…” Glenn puffs his cheeks out and I sigh.
“Not ideal, is it?” I admit, folding my hands into my jean pockets.
“I mean…” Pascal pauses, flicking his eyes to me. “It might make him angrier on the track.”
