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“Mr. Fender is counting on me to—” I’m cut off by Gillian hurrying into the room.
“I’m here. I apologize for being late, gentlemen,” he says and turns to me. “Nevaeh, you may take a moment to speak with Mr. Nash in private,” Gillian adds, and I want to ask him why the hell he’s doing this to me, but, of course, he doesn’t know my history with the Formula One driver.
Lincoln gets up and waits for me to walk past him before following closely behind.
I decide to lead him into one of the empty conference rooms.
He moves past me while I hold the door open for him. None of the walls are made of glass as they would be in most conference rooms, which means we have complete privacy.
My heart is beating even faster now, and guilt is slowly creeping in as I think about what just happened, but Lincoln’s words make me more mad than anything else.
“Do you feel good now?” is the first thing he asks.
I close the door and lean against it, watching the angry man figure out what to do with himself.
“You humiliated me in there,” he points out, but I stay quiet. “Why won’t you speak to me?” Lincoln runs his fingers through his hair and then leans against the table in the middle of the room.
“Because you’re a hypocrite. You were practically pissing on me to mark your goddamn territory, and I didn’t react the way you are about my saying something everyone knows,” I say, and he narrows his eyes at me.
“It’s not the same, and you know it. You just undermined my ability as a racer. You basically called me a nepotism baby,” he replies, rolling up the sleeves of his black button-up before running a hand down the length of his face.
“You acted as if I was your fucking property, Lincoln.” My voice is so calm, I’m convinced it irritates him.
“You’re the fucking hypocrite, Nevs, do you know that?” Lincoln lets out a dry laugh and then a groan of frustration. “You can’t forgive me for something stupid I said, but here you are, using your words to hurt me.” This makes my heart drop. No matter how much I dislike him right now, I don’t want to hurt him.
“You don’t care enough about me to be offended by what I say,” I defend, and he closes the distance between us until his hot, uneven breath is on my skin.
“You don’t think I care?” Linc asks and lowers his mouth so his lips are almost touching mine. “Your opinion matters to me. Your words affect me. Now, tell me, what makes you think I don’t care about you because I sure as hell never gave you that idea,” he explains as his hands lift to each side of my face and press against the door, caging me between them.
I don’t like this at all. There was a time when I adored his proximity, but that time has long passed. Now, I just want to push him away.
“Do I have to remind you how angry I am with you?” I ask, and he grins for the first time since I made that comment in Gillian’s office.
“No, but you might have to remind yourself because I can tell how badly you want me.”
I place my hand on his chest before pushing him back to create space between us.
“You’re out of your mind if you think anything will ever happen between us.I loathe you,” I spit the last three words and open the door to get back to the other drivers.
Chapter 9
Adrian
Nevaehwalksbackintothe office with a fake smile on her lips, and Lincoln trails in right behind her. Her cheeks are flushed and his breathing is uneven, but I don’t think anything happened between them except fighting. He looks way too unhappy, and, from what I’ve gathered so far, he seems to have feelings for Nevaeh.
If he’d kissed her, he’d look happier.
There is really no need for jealousy to flood me at the thought, but I think that’s what the strange, uncomfortable feeling lingering in my chest is. Jealousy. Not jealous of Lincoln, but jealous that he got her attention.
I sure as fuck am not jealous of the possessive asshole next to me.
I could treat Nevaeh a lot better than he could.
Wait, what the fuck?
“Alright, now that we’re all here, let’s get started,” Gillian Fender says, but my eyes keep slipping to where Nevaeh is sitting with a notepad on her lap and a pen between her fingers.
She’s chewing on her bottom lip, her hair falling like curtains to frame each side of her face. She’s so breathtaking. And I love the way she didn’t let Lincoln act like an alpha male asshole around me without putting him in his place. There is so much fire inside of her, so much passion, I can’t help but wonder if she loves as strongly as she despises.
