Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Ana?s
My phone is buzzing but I am so lost in my work it takes me a moment to realise. Glancing over, I see Royce’s name flashing and I roll my eyes. After the stunt he pulled the at the beginning of the week, I really don’t want to talk to him.
He’s so self-entitled, as if he’s too big to do bits for social media.
I get it, it’s not everyone’s bag, but the team have always done it.
It keeps the drivers looking human, showing their fans that they do have a softer side sometimes and want to have fun like the rest of us.
Of course, we know they have fun. That’s what their breaks are for.
Yes, they need to have their head in the game when they’re driving over two hundred miles per hour around a tight track, but when they’re off, I just want them to let their hair down a bit.
“You not going to get that?” Nora asks as she walks from the shower, the steam following her as she grips onto the top of her towel.
“Not right now, no.” I shake my head as I work through emails.
“Fair.” She shrugs as she pulls at her suitcase, looking for something to wear. “I’ve got a press meeting with Royce in about an hour, then I’ll be free. What are your plans?” she asks me as she drags out her uniform.
“Probably rot here for a while. I have no plans,” I admit, pulling my eyes from the screen for just a moment and staring at her. “Why?”
“Thought we could hang for a while.” She smiles as she paces back into the bathroom to get dressed.
“Yeah, sounds good, I need to see if Royce will do this thing for me. Kai is on board, but he seems reluctant, and I’ll be honest, it’s pissing me off.” My voice is a little louder and she laughs from across the room.
“I’ll speak to him.”
“Wouldn’t waste your breath.” I roll my eyes and get back to work.
“Never know, I might be able to work my magic.” Her voice grows louder as she steps back into the main room.
“Mm, maybe.”
She finishes getting ready then gives me a kiss on the cheek before slipping out and closing the door behind her.
Once I know she’s gone, I slump back in my chair and tilt my head back, looking at the ceiling.
My mind flicks back to seeing Creed this afternoon and I hate that he always looks hot.
No one should always look that good. The pull is there, dragging me towards him but I have to put the distance between us.
I can’t keep falling for it. He lures me into his presence and then just when I am at the edge, teetering on the verge, he snatches any lifeline away from me, shoving me into a darkness.
I hate it.
Hate it even more that I keep letting him do it.
I was never a doormat, and I don’t plan on becoming one now.
Slowly bringing my head forward, my skin tingles when my thoughts drift back to the bathroom.
The way he was pressed up against me, my upper body lowered forward over the bathroom counter, his cock hard.
It would have been so easy to give in. His fingers had traced my thigh, teasing under the hem of my skirt.
The urge to wrap my arm around his neck and let him do unspeakable things to me knowing that anyone could walk in at any minute had my skin pricking in goosebumps and a heat flaming inside of me.
A desperate ache pulses between my legs, and I squeeze my eyes shut to try and think of something else. Anything but the thought of Creed’s mouth on me, fingers digging into my skin, breathy moans and pants swirling in my ear as he coaxes my pleasure out of my body.
My breath hitches when my phone buzzes, dragging me out of my fantasy. Bringing my fingertips to my cheeks, they burn the skin. Pushing from my desk, I march towards the bathroom and slam the door.
Under the shower, I let the cool water cascade over my skin to try and dull the ache that has etched itself all over me but it’s no use. Every time I try and shut the thoughts out, they come back louder and more vivid.
With trembling hands, I reach for the small shower head that is attached to the side. I turn the switch over so the water now trickles from the one that is in my hand.
My breaths are heavy, the thoughts of him in here with me, behind me, large hand splayed against my lower stomach, the other teasing at my opening.
Turning the tap, I increase the pressure and tease the stream on my clit, my breath catching as the pleasure courses through me.
My head tips back and I can feel his lips on me, pressing against my pulse point.
His hand gripping my chin as he nips at my skin.
His fingers land on my clit as he rubs and swirls, working me up and whenever I get close, he pauses, letting me come down.
And when he is happy, he is back there, teasing me, bringing me closer to my orgasm.
“Fuck,” I whisper into the enclosed shower, my fingers skating up my body as they roll my nipples. I know I am seconds away from this all being a dirty fantasy that will never come true.
My mind takes me back to him, his fingers skimming underneath me as they slip into my soaked pussy.
They plunge deep, rubbing the ache out of me whilst his other hand focuses on my clit, his fingers delicately pushing me into oblivion.
His voice floats around me, spurring me on, and all it takes is one made up sentence to have me spiralling.
Make a mess over my fingers, Ace.
My orgasm crashes through me. My head falls forward, body shuddering as I gasp for air, my lungs desperate for oxygen and I convulse and let it all go.
Shuddering, my trembling hands place the shower head back into it cradle. I switch the main shower back on and wash my dirty secret down the drain.
Sitting on the bed and dressed in yoga leggings and a cropped vest, I want to hit the gym, but I fell down a rabbit hole on social media.
That’s where I have spent the last forty minutes.
A knock at the door has me dragging my head up and I sigh, swinging my legs from underneath me I move towards the door, tugging it open to see Royce and Nora.
“Erm, hi?” I look at her, then back to him, brows dug into my forehead.
“Hi.” She beams, pushing past me into the room, but Royce just stands there, his eyes sweeping over mine.
“What’s up?” My fingers are still curled around the door, and I feel myself turning red at the thoughts of me making myself cum in the shower over his dad.
Fuck my life.
“You warm?”
“Yeah, a little. Not long back from the gym.”
You dirty little liar, my subconscious snarls.
“Nice.” He nods. He is dressed in wide leg jeans, an oversized tee, and his dark hair is pushed away from his face, piercing blue eyes locked on me.
“What’s going on?” My eyes slice across my shoulder to look at Nora who is standing with her bag, a stupid grin on her face.
“Thought we could go for dinner? The three of us.” I snap my face towards Royce and see the smile that is pressed against his lips.
“Er, sure? Let me get changed.” I look down at myself and scowl.
“No problem, I’ll meet you in the lobby in say…” He pauses and twists his wrist to look at the time. “Half an hour, does that work?”
“Sure.” I nod.
He gives me a toothy grin, stepping back and walking away. I stand dumbfounded for a moment, looking at where he once stood with a thousand questions swirling around my mind.
“The fuck?” I whisper, closing the door and then spinning to face my best friend. Guilty is written all over her pretty face. “What did you do?” I pout, hands on my hips as I tap my bare foot to the floor.
“Nothing.” She holds her hand up in defence.
“I don’t believe you,” I say, narrowing my gaze on her as I begin to walk towards my case, looking for something to wear.
“He mentioned he feels awful about the whole challenge thing you wanted him to do.”
“It wasn’t a challenge.” I roll my eyes. Typical Royce.
“Well, whatever it was.” She flaps her hand in front of her as if that is a minor detail that isn’t a big deal. “Anyway, he was talking and he said he felt bad and that he wanted to make it up to you. He said you’ve been avoiding his calls, so I suggested a dinner.”
“Gee, thanks.” Sarcasm drips from my tone.
“Look, it’s one dinner. We can go for drinks after because once the weekend kicks in, we won’t get a chance.” She sounds almost pleading.
“Fine.” I smirk, clutching a dress in my hand. “I’m going to get changed. Are you going dressed in your uniform?” I furrow my brows, twisting my lips as I flick my eyes up and down her body.
“No, I will change, obvs.” She half laughs as she takes her bag off and dumps it on the bed before rooting through her own suitcase.
Walking down to the lobby, I am dressed in a nude, strapless, bodycon dress and black sandals with a heel.
I have no idea where we were going but I want to make sure I was dressed appropriately.
My auburn hair is half-up half-down and sitting in waves.
I finish it off with make-up and my favourite red lipstick.
Nora is dressed in a two-piece waistcoat and high-waisted trousers with heels. Classic and sleek. She always looks nice.
Our heels click against the tiles, and I see Royce and Kai standing there. Royce hasn’t changed from earlier, not that he needed to.
His eyes widen when he sees us walk towards him and Kai has a stupid grin on his face.
“You look…” He pauses, stepping forward and placing a kiss on my cheek.
“Thank you,” I mutter, walking towards the exit.
I feel his hand brush against my lower back. The car is waiting, and Kai gets the door. Nora gets in first, then me. Royce slips in beside me and Kai goes around the front.
I side eye Nora and her lips twist as she gives me a shrug. Royce’s arm stretches behind me, his fingers dancing on my shoulder and I freeze.
What the hell is going on?
We pull up outside Ristorante Derby Grill and Royce opens the door for us to exit the car.