Meadow’s broad, towering frame moves in the distance,catching my attention next. I stare at him from afar, he is so sexy it should be a crime, even the way he walks raises my body temperature and my pulse to dangerous heights. My breath gets shuddered when the images of what we did flood my brain.
We’re supposed to stay away from each other but I just can’t forget everything that we’ve done. As unreasonable as it may sound, he made me feel safe, sheltered between his strong arms that treated me like a delicate but resilient flower. He was rough and unapologetic but he did it with nothing but respect.
Digging my nails into my palm as I ball my hand to a fist, I manage to shake it off, barely.
It was one night.
One.
Get it through your thick skull.
“Hey, you seem lost in Meadow’s bubble,” a foreign voice penetrates my thoughts.
I scrunch my face in confusion. “And you are?” I stare at a stunning tall woman with blonde hair and a scornful attitude. I don’t recall bumping into her before.
“His ex.”
Oh crap… not this bullshit.
“Look it’s nice and all, he had his fun but I came here to get him back.” She slowly widens her eyes and it looks kind of terrifying.
Why do they always have to be so delusional? Can’t they just listen to the goddamn song and carryon.
We were just for one night and as much as she doesn’t feather my nipples one bit, I still can’t walk away and let her talk about him like that, not to me, not anyone.
“He is not your property and it looks to me like he moved on,” I remain calm which only causes her to lose her fake calm and collected temper.
“You don’t know him as I do.”
I’m pretty sure we’ve been switching so many positions I know him from every angle possible but I get what she is saying, maybe not so much but… “I’m starting to,” I reply. She gave up on him and now she thinks that she can waltz back in when she left him at the most vulnerable point in his life.
“I suggest you walk away without complicating things.” Her words are sharp and fast while her face boils in anger.
Nah, the audacity.
She fucked with the wrong woman.
I scratch my cheek, “Listen, whatever your name is, I may be new around here but I’m not a road you can walk on with your high heels, and I sure as shit won’t take that crap from his ex. You lost him because you didn’t see his beautiful soul when you dated him, you probably saw his fame so why don’t you do us both a favor and run back to your recent ex you neglected to mention aka Meadow’s nemesis that tries to take him out during races.”
There was media coverage about it. I watched them with my dad, including this season that started back in March. I never saw her but I read about it. Her name never stuck.
I go on, “If you breathe in his direction I will tell him toexclude you from the list.” I heard it is an exclusive list for people with certain lifestyles and she strikes me as someone who cares about those types of things since that’s one of the reasons she broke up with him.
As the faceless rider, he has a lot of impact, although he doesn’t strike me as someone who cares about this bullshit.
“What do you know about it?” she questions.
Not much. Yet after all, I dated an actor for three years so his stories finally come in handy.
I stay quiet, not giving away anything with an innocent smile plastered on my face. Dad taught me to never show all my cards at once and whether my hand is weak or strong, bluff.
“You wouldn’t,” her leg starts to fidget in agitation which means I may be right.
“Want to try me?” I taunt, lifting my eyebrow.
“I thought…” she trails off, looking around in confusion.
So I interrupt her, “Leave him alone, he’s been through enough and he deserves a fresh start.”
