Call you later,
Ryder x
I walk into work twenty minutes late and get Dad's look. “Don’t.” I grin. “I will make it up to you. It just took longer to drive back than I thought.”
He winks at me. “I remember what it’s like to be in love.”
I laugh. “Who said love? I’ve been on one date.”
“Yeah, I bet you went on a date.” He ribs, and I’m sure I flush as we didn’t even leave Lee’s flat. Well, technically, we did, but then we went straight back in. My stomach grumbles, and he laughs. “No time for food either, huh?”
I groan as I walk away to his office and grab a bar of chocolate from his drawer. I shove it into my mouth, and I scoff down the Snickers.
I hear a laugh from the door. “Here, Casanova.” Dad tosses the keys to the truck. “It needs fuel. Go fill it up and get us breakfast from the cob shop. Looks like you’re gonna need it, stud.”
He chuckles, and I groan. “I’m rethinking this whole dad thing!” I shout after him.
“Yeah, yeah.” He laughs.
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Chapter 7
I’m being driven to the meeting for this weekend. I’ve been in a foul mood since the last meeting two weeks ago. If I must look at his face, I swear I will do something heinous, and I do not think anything will calm me down till I’ve eradicated him from the league.
As we pull up, I request an area as far away from Ryder as possible, but they inform me the areas have already been allocated, and sure enough, we’re next door to each other. His decrepit van looks like it’s on its last legs with the battered old trailer, which looks like they’ve tried to renovate it but failed. It’s an abomination, and all I can do is stare at it.
That guy he was with last time walks around the corner, and Ryder follows, throwing his arm around him and kissing him on the temple. They start messing around, and Ryder pins him up against the side of the van, towering over him. His whole body engulfs the other man, and he tiptoes up and kisses him. Not a peck, either, a full-on kiss, tongues grinding against each other. Ryder's dad comes around the corner and whacks Ryder up the back of the head, and they both flinch and turn around as his dad just shakes his head at them and walks off. Ryder steps back, and the guy goes to walk off. But Ryder grabs the back of hisshoulder and pulls him back, pushing him against the van before devouring his mouth again. Something stirs inside me, and my stomach clenches and flutters. They’re making me feel sick. It’s disgusting, pair of fairies. I shake my head and try to stem the nausea that I tell myself I think I feel.
All day, all I can hear is them laughing and shouting at each other. It’s sickening. People like him should be kicked out of the association. It shouldn’t be allowed.
I call my father and tell him one of the competitors is gay, but he barely registers a reply. Looks like I’m going to have to get rid of him myself. I pull out my phone and report him to the association, explaining the debauchery I’ve had to witness them carry out, practically fornicating in public for all to see and my disgust with the situation.
I CC my father, myself, and my father’s lawyer into the email before telling the association they need to be more careful who they let in and that my father will withdraw all backing if they allow this to carry on. I know Father contributes to many businesses and charities, so it will hurt if he removes backing.
I decide to start a petition to get him removed. It’s against my basic human rights to not be subjected to depraved human beings.
My phone starts ringing. It’s Father’s lawyer. “What?” I snap.
“Are you trying to end your career?” he snaps at me.
“Who do you think you’re talking to?” I yell. “I shouldn’t have to be subjected to these…creatures.”
“I suggest you keep your mouth shut. I’m on my way to put this fire out. Who else have you sent these emails to?”
I forward him everything I sent and sit back and sulk, and the whole time, I can hear them laughing while I’m sitting here alone again. I can’t help but feel jealous that he has friends and a family. Me? I have a team. I have a lawyer. But friends? No. I decide to call one of the local skirts for a hookup, but the door rips open before I can, and Mr Jeffries is standing there looking rather annoyed.
“I have better things to do with my weekend than put out fires a bigot like you is causing. Do you realise the damage you have done?”
I smile. “I hope I get him kicked out, and he shouldn’t be allowed to race ever again.”
“You’re joking, right? You may have just ended your career and made him the gay poster child for the whole association!” He shakes his head at me. “I’m so over you right now. I wash my hands of you. Your father can deal with you from now on. I’m done!” Heslides his laptop out. “I will clean up this mess, but that’s it. We’re done! I have more pressing matters to deal with than babysitting a selfish, spoiled brat like you.”
His words are harsh and hurt. Whenever I do something that displeases my father, he sends Mr Jeffries to deal with me. I storm to my room and start flicking through my phone. I text a few of the girls, but they’re busy. I look for a friend, but I don’t have any of those. I head out to the living area, and Mr Jeffries is gone, so I slide back into the window seat only to see Mr Jeffries is out there with Ryder’s dad, and I rush outside. Mr Jeffries whirls on me and shoves me back, “Get back inside now, or I swear to god, I will deliver you to your father myself.”
“As if he cares.” I spin and head back inside.
All I can do is sit and watch as Mr Jeffries apologises for me and my behaviour, and it riles me up something chronic. What on earth do I have to do to get Ryder and ‘his’ sort out of here?
