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“Don’t tell me how to educate my son. Let’s go, Lucas.” The kid is about to leave with his father when I step in front of them. He can’t disrespect Aaron that way.
“Did you know that Aaron LeBeau graduated with honors from college with a business degree? Training to be a racing driver is as hard as training to be an astronaut.” All those hours searching for Aaron on the web are worth it. “Let me tell you what’s brainless. Judging people without knowing. And while we are at it, a brainless racing driver wins more than the entire salary I’m sure you collected for the past thirty years.” I don’t know where my sudden confidence came from. The father murmurs something to himself and storms off with his son. Aaron offers a genuine smile to Lucas before he leaves.
“The kid. Lucas. He reminds me of myself. The younger me.” Aaron seems lost in his thoughts, staring nowhere. “I thought I was helping him. But now, I realize I’ve made things worse.”
“Worse? You couldn’t know his father would act this way.” Is he seriously blaming himself for being nice to a child?
He shakes his head, changing the subject swiftly. “How did you know about my studies?”
“Research, Mr. LeBeau.” I grin victoriously at him.
“You are sending me mixed signals, Elle.” His voice husky, he passes his fingers through his hair, turning his back at me.
“What do you mean?”
He faces me again, his eyes vibrant with conflict. “I’m a patient man, and I have been honest with you from the beginning. I want you.” One step closer. “And I know you want me, too, otherwise we wouldn’t be on a date. But yet, you keep resisting me… mixed signals.” One step closer. “What do you want, Elle? No games. Honest truth.” A few inches separate our bodies, our gazes fixed on each other. “I’ll back off if you tell me you don’t want me. The ball is in your court, Elle.”
He waits for my move. My agreement. My sign. I feel my heart racing, being in the position to deny us. Our improbable attraction. This magnetism uniting us. Wolf’s soul speaking to mine. He’s a tornado of contradictory feelings. If passion was a human, it would be him. Destructive and pleasureful. And again, I let my body take control of my mind, ignoring the consequences.
“I want you.” Three words, a cataclysm of feelings.
His hard body pressing against mine, he takes my jaw into his palms before his lips crash savagely on mine. I would have never thought a simple kiss could awaken each cell of my body, each of my senses. His kisses are demanding, urgent, powerful. It’s not sweet or tender. He wants me and he is capturing my lips, possessing every inch of them.
His touch makes me feel a new form of lust and creates in me a galvanizing, greedy hunger. He weaves his tongue around mine, and I moan, forgetting we are in public. My body explodes with sensation, magnetically attracted to him, relishing each moment of it. Each of his ardent kisses are corrupting me, sending me into oblivion. It’s terrifying and addictive. He takes a part of my soul with him, leaving me wanting more.
“Fuck. If we weren’t in public, the things I’d do to you.” Things, I couldn’t wait to find out.
He breaks our embrace and leaves me breathless from our exchange, my whole body burning. “Are you ready for the next part of our date?” A roguish grin spreads on his face.
“This wasn’t the whole date?”
“A part of it, yes. I’m leaving for the Canadian Grand Prix tonight. My jet is leaving in a couple of hours.”
The Canadian Grand Prix? Wasn’t I supposed to come with him? But it wouldn’t make sense. It’s only Tuesday, and—
“And, you’re coming with me,ma belle…”
The fallen god
Aaron LeBeau hates labels and has his own sayings.
Dating him means resisting him until giving in. For him, a relationship equals an agreement. The pleasure without the emotional connection. There is an expiration date before it even began. As for my presence at the Canadian Grand Prix, I’m only here on a mission to unravel Wolf’s humanity, delivering my part of the agreement, even if we both know I came here willingly. But why? When I’m with him, I have an indescribable rush, I’m insatiably in need of adventures.
I still can’t shake what happened tonight. A few hours ago, I was on a date with Aaron, beat my biggest fear, and then took his private jet—his luxurious, oversized, private jet. I had to maintain a safe distance from him during the few hours we flew. Everything is uncertain apart from one thing, freaking Wolf is corrupting my soul.
That freedom makes me remember the person I was before Stephan three years ago. Dancing with my friends, celebrating the end of the semester, feeling free, confident, a firecracker. Until Stephan arrived. He was everything right on paper, polite, charming, destined to be a brilliant lawyer—the epitome of perfection.Love is not a feeling you could rely on. Don’t wait for something that doesn’t exist, my mother used to say. And that’s the reason I gave Stephan a chance. On our first date, he wined and dined me at one of the most bougie restaurants in New York, drawing me with his words, and his incredibly persuasive personality. He was thoughtful, not letting me drink as much as I wanted, and showed his desire of engagement asking me to be his girlfriend—I mean, he was already talking marriage. He filled the emptiness then gnawed me, paying attention to me, and offering me what every woman probably wanted. Even if I was convinced I wasn’t this kind of girl. That’s how I open my boundaries to a man I barely knew. Aaron is the opposite of Stephan, but what if he could break me the same way?
I snap back to reality, when I hear the laugh of a few drivers having a friendly conversation in the middle of the Canadian Grand Prix hotel. The teams begin to put the materials inside their paddocks. Reporters surround us, families and girlfriends are taking pictures together, and as for me, I’m acquainted only with Wolf.
“Aaron!” A man of approximately fifty years old walks toward us, a dazzling smile on his face. He’s one of the few people dressed casually here. Jeans, a checked shirt, a beard of a few days, messy brown hair, and kindness in his gray eyes.An outsider? Like me.
The two men engaged in a friendly hug before Aaron turns to face me to introduce us. “Elle, this is Thomas, our team principal and my agent.”Maybe not an outsider.“Thomas, this is Elle.”
We greet each other politely with a coy smile. I can tell that Thomas is as uncomfortable as I am with introductions. “So, Elle, I heard a lot about you.”Really?“I’m curious to know how you managed to make him changes his ways.” He throws his arm around Aaron’s shoulder. “I could use her tricks to make you listen to me.”
“You aren’t a woman, Thomas. You can’t use her tricks.” Aaron flashes his grin while Thomas rolls his eyes, and within a second my cheeks turn red. Wolf directs his attention to me. “If you’ll excuse me. I need to see my teammate.”
He leaves me with Thomas, and my gaze can’t help but follow him, my thoughts uncontrollable. I watch Aaron talking with his teammate and a few other drivers, captivated by his magnetic charisma. Wolf occupies all the attention with just a gesture; he radiates of dominance. But not in a fake way. He is himself without caring what other people think.
