Chapter 216
-LUCA-
I felt like I was about to lose my fucking mind.
I almost crashed. Not once. Twice. During practice.
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My head was still in that suite. Still inside Charlotte. That was exactly what I had been afraid of. Sex with her was never going to be like sex with anyone else.
The first one had been Turn 5. I braked a second too late because I remembered her screams while I pounded into her tight pussy.
How she had clenched around me. How she had said my name like it was the only word she had left.
It had me driving like an amateur.
The second had been the last chicane. I had thought about her begging me to finish what I started and the car twitched like it knew my head was not in it. Like the steering wheel could feel the lie I had told her this morning.
I caught both in time.
Barely.
I would not get that same chance on race day. I had to get my head back in the race before it was too late.
Fuck me.
One night. That was all it took. One fucking night.
That was the rule I had said out loud while I was still hard and she was still looking at my cock like she wanted it in her mouth.
I had watched her lock herself in the bathroom. I had made coffee I could not enjoy. I had gone to the track and put a helmet on like that would make my body forget hers.
Practice today had already answered me.
I had nearly put a car in the wall because I remembered how tight she was.
Marco found me right after.
We decided to have some drinks. Charlotte had gone with Olivia and Blair, shopping for new clothes or something like that.
I only left her because it was just the girls. If Nico was going to be there, I was not leaving her side. I already knew what I was. Jealous. Possessive. A hypocrite who had asked her to pretend and then almost wrecked myself because another man had bought her a drink last night.
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“What happened out there?” Marco asked. “You looked unfocused on those last laps. You had me worried for a second.”
I sighed.
“Mom sent Valentina over. It was brutal telling her I wasn’t interested.”
That was a lie.
I just did not want to tell him about Charlotte.
That secret was staying with me until I figured out what the hell was going on. Until I could sit in a car without hearing her come. Until I could look at my brother without wondering if he would see it on my face.
“Ah.” He tipped his glass. “She’s been asking me to meet some girl too. I’ve been avoiding her. She’s pissed. At both of us. No doubt.”
“She’s more pissed at me. You always get off easier.”
He chuckled. “You have to know how to play the game, brother. Dealing with our parents is like a wet track at night. Just faith and poor decisions.”
“You make it sound like a talent.”
“It is a talent. I treat them like a yellow flag. Slow down. Don’t argue. Disappear.”
“That’s why she still likes you.”
“She likes me because I still communicate with her. You send her silence and scandals. Many, many scandals.”
“I threw Valentina out of the suite,” I said with a sigh. “Mother is going to freak out. Add that to the list of scandals if Valentina decides to write an article on her experience with me.”
“Good. Marry the wrong girl and you’ll spend the rest of your life miserable. That’s what I’ve been trying my best to avoid.”
I almost smiled.
Then my phone lit up.
Our mother.
Right on cue.
I groaned. Like she could sense we were talking about her. Like she had a camera in the bar and a sixth sense for the exact moment I wanted five minutes of peace.
“You know she’s going to show up here if you don’t answer that,” Marco said.
I answered.
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I did not need her here. That would make things worse. Charlotte already had to look at me like last night had not happened. I did not need my mother walking into Barcelona with another suitable girl and a lecture. Then insulting my best friend every chance she got. I wanted none of that. This time, I knew I wouldn’t respond calmly to her disrespect.
She started shouting the second I picked up.
“How could you speak to Valentina like that? I thought I raised you better than that. Because of your actions, our relationship with the Moretti family is ruined. Her father is angry. He said he never should have trusted me and listened to all the reports about you. I was trying to fix your horrible reputation but clearly you wanted everyone to think poorly of me! You are embarrassing your family!”
Marco shook his head beside me and mouthed, put it on speaker.
I did not.
I did not need the whole bar hearing my mother list everything wrong with me.
Then she shouted that if Marco was next to me, tell him he needed to meet the girl she had planned or he would deal with the consequences.
He froze when he heard her say that.
His drink stopped halfway to his mouth.
For one second he looked like a man who had just been given a five second penalty with no idea what he had done.
After that, she hung up.
The silence she left behind was almost funny.
Almost.
“That’s the angriest I’ve ever heard her.” Marco laughed, but it came out a little strangled. “We’re fucked.”
“You’re fucked. I’m already famous for being a disappointment. You’re still her favorite son.”
“That’s if I agree to meet with the girl she’s trying to set me up with.”
“Even if you don’t, you’ll charm your way out of this. Same as always.”
He stared at the phone like it might ring again and bite him.
“She said consequences.” He pointed at the phone. “She never says consequences unless she has already booked a flight in her head. I give it forty-eight hours before she appears in this hotel with a girl, a priest, and a binder of family expectations.”
“She would not bring a priest.”
“She would bring two,” he said. “One for you, one for me, and a third just in case we try to run.”
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I huffed out something that was almost a laugh.
It died fast.
I was not taking our mother on. I had bigger things to worry about.
Like what I was going to do now that I could not stop thinking about fucking Charlotte.
How did I pretend things were back to normal?
I had watched her this morning in my shirt.
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Marks on her throat I had put there. Eyes that had looked at my cock like last night was not finished. I had said one night because I was a coward.
Then she had locked the bathroom door.
I had stood in the kitchen and listened to the shower and hated myself for wanting to go in after her.
Practice had been worse.
Turn 5. The chicane. Two corrections that should not have been necessary. My engineer had gone quiet and that meant he had noticed. I had climbed out of the car and found her on the timing stand and looked at her one second too long, and she had looked at the screen instead of me.
Normal was a joke now.
Race day would be worse. Packed grandstands. Qualifying that punished a wandering mind.
One late brake because I remembered how she felt around me and I would not be talking about near misses. I would be talking about a dangerous wreck.
Marco ordered another drink.
I stared at the bottles and thought about her again.
She was so fucking beautiful it hurt.
Not in the way other women were. Not in the way that ended at sunrise. She was in my head in the car. In the shower. In the lift. In the stupid rule I had made while I was still inside her.
“You going to eat?” Marco asked.
“Later.”
“You going to sleep?”
“Unlikely.”
He grinned. “You need your rest if you want any chance of beating me.”
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This time I believed him.
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Because this time I was distracted to the point that I could not focus on anything but Charlotte. The sounds she had made. I had come shouting her name like I had never done that for anyone else.
I drank.
It did not help.
Charlotte was still in my head.
Still on my tongue.
Still the reason two near-crashes existed.
And tomorrow I had to get back in the car and pretend my best friend was only my best friend, while my body already knew that was the biggest lie I had ever told.
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Dex Morgan
Dex works to elevate each story with clean writing, emotional balance, and thoughtful flow for readers.