Chapter Thirteen #2
Brunelle cheers as the two racers race and right now I don’t even know who is winning.
Getting up abruptly I leave my phone on the table for Wraith to watch the live stream while I go retrieve another drink.
I order a beer and head back to the table.
I’d choose a different one but I know all Wraith is going to do is follow me, so I think it’s smart to just stay where I am.
Also I will not admit this to him but the cologne he’s wearing smells exquisite on him which just makes his presence a lot more divine than I’d like.
I watch the race and for a second I feel like I should have betted Wraith on this race because unlike he said the bike is ahead of the car.
“I see you getting excited, the bike is behind, the car is one lap ahead of the bike.” Wraith said, not taking his eyes off the screen.
“Wha—how?” I ask.
“Well when the rider isn’t riding correctly and you don’t have the right tires on the bike it tends to cause issues when riding.” He explains.
Boom! I duck at the suddenly loud sound and so does everyone else except Wraith.
My ears ring a little and I look at the race going on instead of looking at the phone and see that the back tire on the motorcycle has popped off, leaving the wheel completely naked and the rider struggling to stay safe while on the track. I look at Wraith.
“Did you know this was going to happen?” I ask.
He looks at me with a tiny smirk playing on his lips.
“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” I ask.
“For many reasons.” He shrugs nonchalantly.
I cross my arms and look at him, waiting for him to expel his reasons. He doesn’t so I prompt him.
“And those reasons are?”
“One this is a race when you try to warn people about things like an issue with a vehicle and things like that people think you’re a hater, voting for the opponent to win, kind of like the stupidity of politics.
” He explains. “Which can cause fights and shit, fights they most defiantly won’t win against me to say the least. Two no one will believe you half the time. ”
People rush over to the biker as the car runs through the finish line.
A group of people help the biker pull the bike off the track and off to the side.
Some even go retrieve the popped tire that flew in the air and landed in the middle of the track.
Zachery runs over to the biker and talks to him.
A few seconds pass by and Zachery speaks to the crowd.
“He’s alright you guys, he’s alright!”
People cheer.
“But there is no doubt who won that race and that’s Mister Johnny Lan!”
Once again the crowd begins to cheer.
“Now with that said let’s get ready for our next race!” Zachery says.
As the racing continues I continue to get drinks and cling to them for emotional support because Wraith refuses to leave my side.
I think in the past hour or so I’ve had five glasses of Gin, along with the beer, chugging them back like nothing.
In my defense whoever is making them is good at bartending because the drinks are exceptionally delicious.
With all the alcohol in my bloodstream I feel like I’m floating and the race is the best thing I’ve been to in all my life!
Leaving my phone with that Wraith boy I climb on top of the table to stand next to Brunelle.
“Whoo!” I shout.
Brunelle looks at me.
“No one is racing it’s an intermission.” She says.
“I know... I think...” I falter on my feet a little before regaining my balance. “I’m just so excited to BE HERE!”
I shout the last part of my sentence, drawing attention to myself.
“THIS RACE IS FUCKING AWESOME!” I shout.
Zachy Boy looks at me and smiles. I point a finger at him and grin widely before blowing him an air kiss.
“You the man bro!” I yell.
He laughs and comes over to the table I’m standing on.
“Hello, what’s your name?” he asks.
Everyone’s attention is on me now. I begin to sit down on the table, about to answer the man, but Wraith stands up and stands in front of me. I poke his back with a single finger and my finger lights up at the mere touch of his body.
“He’s drunk, leave him be.” Wraith says.
I hug him from behind and look at Zachy Boy.
“I... for the record... am not... am not—I’m not dinking, I mean I’m not drunking, I mean drunk.” I smile lopsidedly.
Wraith doesn’t so much as flinch as my hand magically slides down the front of his body, feeling his muscular build.
“Leave.” He says.
I can hear the threat in his tone as he said that. His hand grabs my wrist when my hand finds the hem of his shirt. I smirk.
“But I want to have a little fun.” I say.
Zachy Boy looks between the two of us before asking,
“Are you two boyfriends?”
“It’s none of your business.” Wraith growls at the same time I say, “Maybe.”
Wraith gives me an annoyed look before turning his attention back to Zachy Boy.
“If you don’t leave right now I’ll make you leave, focus on your fucking race and leave us the hell alone.” Wraith threatens.
“Well you’re a part of my race so I kind of am focusing on my race since you are a racer.” Zachy says.
Wraith growls as he steps forward, now in the face of Zachy Boy.
“Uh-oh, someone is in trouble.” I giggle.
“Keep it pushing... bruh.” Wraith says.
A frown appears on Zachery’s face and for a moment I think that Zachery is actually going to fight Wraith but he makes a smarty pants decision and leaves us alone. Wraith then turns around to face me. I just smile.
“Hiya!” I wave.
He grunts before reaching behind me to take my drink.
“Hey that’s mine!” I shout, trying to take it from him.
He moves so I can’t get the drink. He takes a sip before pouring the rest out on the ground.
“Hey!” I shout, as I watch the puddle soak into the ground. “I wasn’t done with that.”
“You’re finished drinking.” Wraith said.
“Bossy asshole.” I grunt, crossing my arms over my chest.
He grabs my hand and he drags me to the food stan and orders me a burger and some water. I scrunch my nose up.
“I don’t want water and I’m not hungry.” I try to walk away but his grip on my hand doesn’t falter which cause me to stumble back into him.
“I don’t care.” He said as the cashier hands him the food.
He grabs a bottle of water from the ice chest before dragging me back to the table. He sits the hotdog I ordered earlier, the burger, and water in front of me.
“Eat!” he demands. “I won’t say it again.”
I huff and pout as I stare at him.
“You’re not my papa.” I pout.
“No I’m not because if I were you’d be over my knee and I’d spanking that ass red right now.”
My cheeks heat as I feel my penis grow in my pants at the thought of being spanked by him.
“You’d spank me huh?” I ask.
“Eat.” Is all he says in response.
“I’m not hungry.” I state, pouting like a little kid.
Wraith sighs, annoyed.
“Fine then don’t eat, you’re the one going to suffer when you’re sober again.” He said before walking off.
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