Page 5 of Lust

“No one.” I finally splutter out and he looked at me like he knew I was lying. “Have you seen me anywhere but here?” I add and Gabe frowns.

And then his expressions drop. “No I haven’t.” he looked me dead in the eyes. “Which is a fucking problem now you mention it.”

I frown.

“Has Kace been near you?”

Oh. My. God. How could he connect the two? “No.” I said quickly and pretend like Kace hadn’t consumed my thoughts lately. “Why would he?”

“Good.” Gabe looked at me firmly. “He’s bad news Ivory.”

I couldn’t stop my eyes from narrowing on him. “Like you, you mean?”

“No.” His hand covers mine on the table. “Him and I are nothing alike.”

I scoff. “Thrill seekers, check. Both have a crush on the same woman. Check. Both like tattoos. Check.” I listed the things on my fingers, and Gabe’s eyes narrowed on me as I went on.

“He broke up with Olivia.”

“I think she broke up with him.”

His eyes sharpened on me. “How would you know a thing about it?”

I was quick to swipe my hand out from under his and grab my water bottle.

“Ivory. I want you to stay away from him.”

“I haven’t gone near him!”

“He’s after you.”

I laughed, full on laughed and looked Gabe in the eyes. “Why would he be interested in me?” I wasn’t a race track model, like he was surrounded by. I wasn’t the girl to captivate the newly prowling bad boy.

“Because he wants to hurt me.” Gabe says oh so simply. “And I won’t let him hurt you in the process.”

I just shake my head, trying to drop subject but Gabe’s eyes and attitude tells me he is serious. He really thinks Kace wants me, just to hurt him. But what he doesn’t know is Kace isn’t interested in me at all— he had opportunities to talk to me, he hadn’t.

So that told me, he wasn’t interested. And I don’t know why that bothered me so much.

4

Gabe

Iwas leaning against my sports car, which I bought out of the winning of my last title win. The sun was beaming down, when I pulled my sunglasses down. The summer was a hot one, so it called for tank tops and shorts.

I was at the gas station near the country race track, that we as well as others had garages set up around. It was good to practice your driving even if it didn’t come close to the feel of a real track.

A muscle car pulled up at the other pump and I rolled my eyes. Typical American Muscle. Then I saw the driver get out and I hated it that bit more—glaring at Kace through my sunglasses. I had heard rumours on the track that he had an interest in my little sister. Even heard rumours that he asked one of my pit crew for her number. Which the pit crew reassured me, no one had shared Ivory’s number.

“Nice car.” Kace said and gave me a drop-dead look. “For a pussy.” And he began filling his fucking monster of a car up. I turned back around, keeping my back to him. “How’s your sister?”

I cringed but don’t let it show. “How’s ya misses?” I cock a look over my shoulder. “Oh, wait she was fine this morning.”

Kace glared at me.

“Yeah Olivia was telling me you were no good in bed. Makes me wonder.” And I hang up the pump walking towards him. “Sounds like my sister is dodging a bullet by not ending up with you. I’m a mean brother but knowing my sister would have a forever sad sex life. Well I ain’t that mean.”

He continued to glare at me, not biting.

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