Page 3 of Lust

“He was meant to be the love of my life.” She says so slowly and emotion coats every word.

“You mean Kace is the love of your life?” I just assumed she got it confused. She shakes her head.

“He’s not, that’s the problem.” She blinks and tears roll down her cheeks. “I just need to get out of here.” She pulls on Ivory’s door handle again.

“Well my sister isn’t known for being nice, so I wouldn’t be trying to steal her car. Perhaps pick another.”

She frowns, and steps back. Cursing. “This isn’t even my color car! What am I thinking!”

“You’re thinking I made amazing time darling. Don’t blame yourself it was one hell of a qualifying and I smoked that boyfriend of yours.”

“By less then a second. I’ve heard all about it.” She sighed, rolling her eyes and then looking at me. “Ex boyfriend too. Not boyfriend.”

My mouth goes dry. Suddenly the king of words—me, goes speechless. Fuck. What do I say? Sorry? Or thank god about time, maybe now I can really make a move?

“I haven’t been single since I was fourteen!” She explains, shaking her head. Like she couldn’t believe it.

“Well darling.” And I step to her side, and place a hand on her hip, forcing her to turn into me. “We can fix that.” I keep the grin to myself. “I think you dating me, will piss ya ex off plus make me happy. So I’m up for it.”

She whacks me hard in the chest. “Do you ever not think a lot of yourself?!” She pushes me again in the chest and I don’t move, which makes her even madder causing me to have a loose grin on my face.

“Come on darling, lighten up. You broke up. He didn’t break you.”

She scoffs. “How would you know?”

“Cause.” And I cup her cheek, dipping my head, my eyes going to lips. “Cause if you were broken, you wouldn’t be fighting with yourself to not kiss me.”

She blinks—spacing out and looking at me like I was a mind reader. “Stay away from me Henderson.” She blows out and swipes my hand off her cheek.

“When you going to give me that date?” I say and she rolls her eyes. “Come on Olivia I can be just as bad as him.”

She looks me dead in the eye. “I know you can be.” And she exhales sharply. “That’s the problem. He broke my heart but you Gabe Henderson could get the power to destroy it.”

I was taken aback by her words. Was it possible that all my flirting had gotten to her? That she felt this chemistry?

She scanned the car parking area, and I think spotted her car. Giving me a tight smile, she slowly backs away. I realize I have to say something. But I don’t and I watch her taillights pull away; and I think to myself, that she was right. My stomach, my gut was screaming that fact at me—to stay away from her. That she was right I wouldn’t just hurt her. Because I knew my need for thrills would claim my life one day.

3

Ivory

There were two types of racers. The cautious ones and the thrill seekers. My brother was the thrill seeker type. He lived his life at one speed, fast; and I loved him for that. A lot. I was the closest to him out of all my brothers, Gabe and I just were connected. We knew most of the time what the other was thinking, and we could usually predict each other’s moves.

He however liked to play with fire, me, however? Well I would like to say I live life risky, but I didn’t really. I still kept to my safe box. I knew my limits and my biggest weakness—being to love someone or anyone really.

I loved family, but that was a different type of love. It was expected and also, just taken for granted and mostly, it was received back. I knew my other brothers didn’t get why I didn’t encourage and support Gabe from the stands.

However, love where someone else has to risk their heart, well I hadn’t mastered that. I couldn’t give someone that power over me. To love is to lose a part of yourself and give it to someone else. Or at least that was how I looked at it.

I was smoking a joint around the back of the garage when I heard a clearing of a voice.

My head snapped up, hoping it wasn’t my brother as he always frowned upon me smoking on my own.

“You sure a girl like you should be smoking that?” It wasn’t his deep dark voice that scared me. Nor was it the tattoos that ran up his arms, across his fingers and up his neck— showing loyalty to something I would never understand. What scared me was Kace’s eyes. Wasn’t the shade, they were a vivid blue, captivating and alluring. However that wasn’t the case tonight. Instead they looked hollow, like he had lost the piece that was keeping him alive.

I wondered for a minute if he had learnt my lesson regarding loving, that when you do it, you give a part of yourself to that person. For them to destroy or love back—however in this day and age how many people do you know love each other back?

After all, every woman has a lion inside ready to rip a man’s heart to shreds. Just like every man has a beast within him, ready to unleash on the woman that dares says I love you to them.

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