Reserved (The Pitstop Series Book 6), page 35
“Replace my finger with your cock, Adrian. I need you deep inside of me.” Fuck, yes.
“You’re so fucking hot when you boss me around, Nevaeh,” I say, grabbing a condom out of my bag and slipping it down my sensitive length.
A groan escapes me while I move onto the bed, grabbing her hand from between her legs and lifting it to my mouth. I suck her finger into my mouth as I align myself with her entrance, loving the way she whimpers in pleasure. I sink inside of her in one, swift move because she was so wet and ready for me. At the same moment, I’m seated all the way inside her, a knock on her hotel door startles both of us.
“Nevaeh, it’s Gillian,” her former boss says, and I watch panic cross Nevaeh’s features.
“Fuck,” she whispers, but she makes no attempt to push me away. If anything, she rolls her hips a little to get friction, a smile dancing onto her lips that she tries to hide. My perfect, dirty girl wants me to fuck her while her former boss is outside her door because it’s forbidden. And she loves the danger of it.
I lean down, pressing my lips against her ear before whispering, “Be quiet.”
Nevaeh gives me several eager nods. I watch her chest rise and fall more abruptly, adrenaline and anticipation exciting her. Her walls clench around me too as she puts her weight on her elbows and watches me slip out of her. I place a finger over my lips and wink at her before driving into her so hard, she slams a hand over her mouth to keep quiet.
“I want to talk to you,” Gillian goes on while I fuck my woman with long, savoring strokes that have her eyes rolling into the back of her head.
A rush rolls through my body.
This is forbidden. We shouldn’t be here. And yet, it feels so fucking good, I can’t stop. I never understood the appeal of doing something for the thrill of it being forbidden. I never understood it until I started dating Nevaeh.
“Come on, Nevaeh, I thought we moved past this pettiness.” Why the fuck is he still talking?
“Do you want me to make you come with him right outside this door? Hmm? Is that what you want?” I whisper, quiet enough to make sure she’s the only one that hears me. Nevaeh nods, her hand slipping between us so she can rub her clit in tight, fast circles.
Gillian knocks again while I thrust into her, this time harder and quicker until Nevaeh’s biting down on her hand to keep from screaming. I can’t help but smile at her, at the way she whimpers and moans so quietly, desperately trying to keep Gillian from hearing.
“Stay quiet, Nevaeh. We don’t want him to hear,” I say right as her former boss knocks again.
“Okay, fine, I’ll speak to you tomorrow,” Gillian adds so I slow my movements just enough to listen to his footsteps depart.
“Finally,” I say and fuck into her so hard, she moans louder than ever before.
“Again,” she begs, so I repeat the same movement. Over and over. “Adrian,” she says softly while I play with her nipples, rolling them between my fingers.
“Scream it,” I say, so she does, my merciless thrusts becoming quicker with each one.
“Adrian,” she pants, pulling my head down to feel my lips press against hers. “Faster,” she begs against my mouth, and I pick up speed, turning her into a loud, moaning mess. My groans fill the room, and she revels in them, the sound exciting her. I can see it in the way she smiles. “Oh, yes,” she moans, reassuring me for the thousandth time.
“Fly for me, mon ange,” I whisper into her ear, burying my face into the crook of her neck.
Everything inside of me tightens. Pleasure sweeps through me. And then, I’m the one who’s flying, my head in the clouds as I thrust into her, letting her ride out her orgasm while enjoying wave over wave of pleasure myself.
My movements slow, my body still shaking from the orgasm as I groan her name several times and sink onto her chest. I roll my hips for a little longer, trying to savor every moment.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” she says, pushing my hair off my sweaty forehead. She’s just as sweaty and breathless as I am, completely unraveled by something as simple as a goddamn orgasm.
“I think this weekend has just made the top ten of my favorite race weekends,” I say, slipping out of her and discarding the condom. Nevaeh laughs a little while watching my ass as I walk away, and I smile to myself.
Once we’re both cleaned up, we fall back into bed. Nevaeh wraps herself around me, and I drag her even closer, inhaling her sweet scent. I kiss her forehead once before tracing that all too familiar infinity symbol on her back.
Because I want to keep her in my life forever.
I never want to let go, and I hope nothing will ever take her from me.
“I love you so much, mon paradis,” I blurt out, so fucking incapable of keeping these words to myself even though I used to be the best at it.
Nevaeh tilts her head and grabs my face in her hands before she says, “I love you endlessly, mein Mond.” Then she seals those words with a kiss, one so full of emotion, I feel it deep inside my soul.
Chapter 56
Nevaeh
It’s Tuesday morning, and I’m a little late for work. I sent in the article yesterday after getting Leonard’s approval, but Ms. Martin hasn’t emailed me back any improvement suggestions, which made me smile. She must think I’m improving if she has nothing to comment on.
My feet bring me to my desk, but no one seems to be missing me yet. Relief briefly washes over me before I concentrate on everything that I have to do today. I haven’t finished editing the photos from the weekend yet, the ones Mrs. Lu sometimes uses for different articles written by Gillian.
I’m about to start on the first one when Genevieve appears in front of me, tapping the papers on my desk to get my attention.
“Come with me,” she says, and I swallow hard. Disappointment lingers on her face, a frown playing on her lips.
“I’m sorry I was late,” I blurt out as I follow her to the main office, thinking that must be the reason why she is upset with me.
“It was only three minutes, Nevaeh. That’s not why I have asked you here,” she explains, sending a wave of fear through me. My eyes shift to her desk where Mrs. Lu and Ms. Martin sit.
Anger has taken over my bosses’ features and I’m convinced panic mine. I stop at the door, not moving another centimeter. I couldn’t, even if I wanted to.
“You lied to me,” is the first thing that comes out of Ms. Martin’s mouth. Disappointment also covers Mrs. Lu’s face, but she doesn’t say a word.
Genevieve gently grabs my arm to pull me inside, closing the door behind me to keep this conversation private. I’m about to ask my bosses what it is I’ve lied about when Ms. Martin finds her voice again.
“How many times did I ask you if something was going on between you and Mr. Romana?” she asks but doesn’t give me a chance to respond. “Many times, Nevaeh, and you lied to me every single time. Before you attempt to do so again, I suggest you come to take a look at what a good friend of yours sent me,” she states and holds out her phone, a video of Adrian and me dancing and kissing at ‘Bourbon House’ playing on the screen.
My face is barely visible, and if someone hadn’t told her it was me under that cowboy hat, I doubt she would have recognized me. It was too dark, too crowded.
I cover my mouth both because I’ve been caught and because I feel extremely violated. A friend of mine sent that video? Who the fuck would do that to me? Certainly, no one I went there with, right?
“I’m sorry,” I manage to croak out, but my throat is dry. It’s the only thing I can say, not that Ms. Martin would have given me a chance to speak more anyway.
“What are you sorry about? Hmm? That you got caught?” I shake my head, too stunned and overwhelmed to reply. “That’s the problem with sleeping with two men, Nevaeh, one of them will always get hurt and look for payback.”
My breathing hitches as realization dawns on me. Lincoln took the video. He must have gone to that bar, too, recorded us, and sent it to my bosses.
Nausea consumes me, and I try to keep the room from spinning. The pain of his betrayal rips my heart in half. We aren’t on speaking terms, but I never thought he’d ruin my career to get revenge.
“Listen, I can explain. Lincoln and I have never had a physical relationship, and Adrian and I—” I start, but Ms. Martin stands up and slams her palms onto the desk, making Genevieve, Mrs. Lu, and I jump.
Ms. Martin’s pink dress sways from side to side at the movement, anger covering her features. A few strands of her blonde-gray hair fall over her face, but she doesn’t seem to care as she yells at me.
“No, you listen, child. You have given us a lot of headache for someone we only hired because her father paid us to!” she yells, making my body freeze.
Time stops as all the blood rushes out of my face.
“He what?” I ask, making Mrs. Lu’s eyes go wide.
Clearly, Ms. Martin wasn’t supposed to tell me that, but her anger let it slip. Tears shoot into my eyes as I sink onto one of the chairs, my legs no longer capable of holding me upright.
“Did you really think things just came that easy, Nevaeh? That a journalist who just started at a company would climb up the ladder so quickly?” she asks, shaking her head in disbelief. “Wake up, child. The world doesn’t work that way, especially not the world of Formula One.”
“Tell me what he did, please,” is all I manage to say, tears collecting in my eyes at the betrayal.
“He paid us to give you a chance. For the first two months, your salary was paid by him as well,” Mrs. Lu explains, but my head is spinning and her words sound distorted. “We didn’t have a position open, so he paid us to open one. He asked for you to be in the Formula One department too, but he wouldn’t tell us why.”
Ms. Martin’s voice is a lot harsher as she continues explaining what my father did.
“When he found out what happened with Gillian and the deal you made with Adrian, he started contacting all of the Formula One teams, convincing them to let you write those articles for every other driver. The ones who didn’t want that, he paid to convince them otherwise. He was behind everything, your success, the reason you got to write those articles. It was all him, none of it you.”
Tears spill down my cheeks as my heart shatters into a million pieces.
“You can’t seriously have thought things would be so… so easy. Do you think other journalists whose fathers aren’t the team principal of one of the biggest Formula One teams would have made it as far as you without much of an effort?” Ms. Martin asks, but it’s a rhetorical question and one she answers as quickly as she phrased it. “No, Nevaeh, they wouldn’t have.”
I can’t take this anymore. The lies, the betrayal, all of it makes my heart ache worse than I’ve ever experienced before, worse than when the doctor told me I’d never be able to play tennis competitively again.
“We can’t keep you on any longer. If a video like this were to get out, the credibility of our company would be questioned. Not even your father can pay us enough money to keep you on, Nevaeh. I’m so sorry.” Mrs. Lu is a lot gentler and more understanding about this situation, but it doesn’t make it any easier either.
“I can’t, I can’t breathe,” I say as I stand up once more and make my way toward the door.
They already fired me so there really isn’t a reason to stick around and have an anxiety attack right there in the office where I don’t feel safe.
My fingers barely hold onto my phone as I struggle to make my way down the stairs and into the hot summer day. I cover my mouth once more when I’m outside, this time to muffle a sob combined with a scream of pain.
None of it was my doing.
None of it was my achievement.
It was Papa’s money, the one thing I’ve been trying to get away from since I started working at Griffin Sports. I was so proud of myself for getting the job, but it was all because of him, not because of who I am, my achievements, nothing.
My arms wrap around my chest while I look around the place I call home. Ms. Lu and Ms. Martin sent me here for what? Why did they turn my life upside down if they only hired me because of my father? Or was it Papa’s idea, too? Is that why he was so adamant about me moving, to chase my independence? Because it was his idea all along?
I feel sick to my stomach.
I guess it makes sense that my father is capable of something like this. He helped Lincoln get a seat at Grenzenlos because of his best friend. He meddles, interferes, and buys people the chances they wouldn’t be given otherwise.
“Are you okay?” a woman asks in French, and I nod, not realizing how much of a scene I’m making until that very moment.
Everything is so messy and complicated now, I don’t know what to do with myself. I’ve risked everything for a job that wasn’t even mine to begin with, and I hate my father for what he’s done. All I’ve tried to do is establish my own life. Why didn’t he let me? Why did he have to interfere?
Everything was a lie.
Tears stream down my cheeks, but I wipe them away when determination takes over.
I have made a life for myself. Monaco is where I feel at home, which is not something I have ever been able to say about any other place I lived in. None of the other places felt like this, but they also didn’t have the family I found in Val, Gabriel, and Adrian.
I’m running now.
My apartment is only a ten-minute walk from here, and I make it there in seven. I’m texting Adrian to meet me there, more tears streaming down my face. I’ve just lost everything. I lost my job, my relationship with my father is even more damaged than the one with my mother, I’m going to lose my apartment and will probably have to move somewhere cheaper, find a job somewhere else. But I’ve got him, and he’ll catch me now.
I know he will.
He’s at my apartment ten minutes later, not bothering about knocking but simply bursting inside to wrap me up in his arms and let me sob into his chest.
It’s not even anxiety that has me breaking down. In a way, I wish it was. It hurts a lot less than the heartbreak that’s making me cry.
The last five months have been a lie. Everything I was working toward wasn’t mine, and I can’t help but fall apart a little at the thought of only having made a name for myself because my father paid people to get me a job, paid them to further my career. He told me people were praising me, but it was all because of him.
When I manage to say this out loud, Adrian holds me even tighter.
“He may have been the one to get you the job, but you earned it, Nevaeh. You were such a brilliant journalist, the press officer of Formula One hired you through Griffin Sports to write that article for the charity event. If your first article hadn’t impressed at least some of them, they wouldn’t have agreed. I know my team was mind-blown by your work, and that has nothing to do with him. That’s your achievement, Nevaeh, not his.”
I try to acknowledge his words, but I’m hurting too deeply right now to accept them. To let them sink in.
“How could he do this to me?” I ask, leaning back to look into his eyes.
“I don’t know. Maybe he thought this would be good for you, that you’d never find out. It was his way of meddling, like parents do, without realizing the repercussions of his actions,” he explains, and I nod along to his words before more tears and sobs leave me.
“I feel so lost now,” I admit, wiping my face with my hands.
“I know, but, I promise, I’ll stay by your side while you find yourself again. I’ll remind you of who you are until you don’t feel so lost anymore.”
He seals that promise with a kiss, one I desperately melt into and cling onto because I love him. I love him so much, a part of me is glad we don’t have to hide our relationship from the world anymore.
I just wish that part was big enough to make my father’s betrayal sting less.
Chapter 57
Adrian
Nevaeh’s sobs have slowed.
She’s lying in my arms on her bed while we watch Captain America: Civil War. I stroke her hair gently, calming her until she melts further into me.
All of her pain sits like a building on my chest, heavy and immovable.
I hate her father for what he did, for making her think she could never achieve anything unless it was with his help.
I hate Lincoln even more for recording us and sending that video to Nevaeh’s bosses. The next time I see him, I’m going to kill him. Val, Gabriel, Cameron, Leonard, Chiara, and James will help me, too, so I’m pretty sure we could get away with it. After all the shit he’s pulled, he deserves to get hurt in return.
Nevaeh’s growling stomach tears me out of my murderous thoughts and back into the moment. I rub an infinity symbol onto her back, leaning down to press my lips to her forehead and linger there for a moment.
“Hungry?” I ask, and she nods, the movement sleepy and slow. “I’ll go get us some food,” I assure her, kissing the crown of her head before slipping out of bed.
Nevaeh sits up, too, scanning her little apartment before worry creases the area between her brows.
“Fuck,” she mumbles, so I move in front of her, taking her chin between my fingers.
“What’s wrong?”
“I left my wallet at the office,” she says, attempting to move out of bed, too, but I grab her shoulders and push her backward.
“I’ll go get it. You stay here. I’ll be right back.” She opens her mouth to protest, but I kiss her so thoroughly, by the time I lean back, she’s smiling a little.
“Okay,” is all she replies.
“I love you endlessly, mon paradis,” I say, her chin still between my fingers.
“I love you endlessly, mein Mond.”
I slip out of her apartment after another long kiss, walking toward her office. Part of me wants to tell all of them to burn in hell, that they lost one of the best fucking journalists on the planet, but I know Nevaeh wouldn’t want me to do that, so I keep my mouth shut.
