Blaze shoved Carlo hard, his breath ragged. “Get the hell out of my way! I don’t need your help.” Carlo caught his balance, his lips curling into a taunting smirk. “Really? Because it looks like you’re drowning without me.” "And no matter where you go, I'll be the only man you'll come back to" Carlo slurs. **** Blaze is a street racer trying to pay off his father’s debt, desperate to win his freedom. Carlo is a rich son of a powerful family, living a life of luxury that Blaze can only dream of. But there’s one thing Carlo can’t buy—true passion. When the underground racing scene throws them into competition, their rivalry heats up. But after an unexpected one-night stand, a new kind of tension sparks between them. Suddenly, Blaze and Carlo find themselves drawn to each other in a way they never imagined. Now, they have to decide if they can put their hatred aside and risk everything for a love neither of them saw coming. But what happens when Blaze finds out Carlo's secret?
View MoreCarlo“Hey,” Sasha finally says, snapping me out of my thoughts. Her voice carries an edge, annoyance thick in her tone.My mind was wandering elsewhere while she worked diligently, her hands and mouth doing what they always did best.“I’ve been doing this for 20 fucking minutes, and it’s still soft,” she growls, her eyes twitching as she tries to mask her irritation.“Why would your mind be wandering around at this moment, or have you lost the strength in your loins?” she bites, her tone daring me to argue.I chuckle hard at her question.“Bastard! What’s funny?” she purrs angrily, glaring at me.“Maybe you weren’t doing a good job, Sasha. Did you lose your skills?” I ask with a smirk, knowing damn well it isn’t her fault. She’s still as good as ever, and yet, nothing. No reaction, no desire. Just… irritation.“You’re an asshole,” she snaps, but her pride keeps her going. She picks up the pace, her tongue circling the tip of my cock, sucking harder, her hands stroking me in rhythm. N
Carlo“You make sure to get this shit done, got it?” I echo into the phone, my tone sharp enough to slice through Milan’s nerves. I can imagine him sweating on the other end. I’ve been in a really crappy mood since last night.Y-yes, boss,” he stammers. “I’ll handle it.”“You better.” I hang up with a slam of my hand against the desk, muttering under my breath.“Damn it.” I swing my head backward, resting it on the chair as frustration bubbles inside me. Seeing him so comfortable being held by that asshole kid riled me up. My fists clench involuntarily, the phantom urge to punch something—anything—burning under my skin. I felt like tearing the dude apart.And I can see it now—I’m slowly fucking losing my mind because of that bastard. That smug, carefree asshole who’s still out there living his life, completely oblivious to how much of a mess he’s made of mine since he jumped on me.“Boss?” My secretary’s voice cuts through my thoughts, hesitant. She’s standing at the door, one hand gr
Blaze"Blaze?" I hear a familiar voice call as I step out of the club, the cold night air smacking me in the face.Max? Oh, for fuck’s sake. I shudder unconsciously. “What the hell are you doing here?” I spin around, raising an eyebrow at him. Damn bastard, calling my name like we’re mates or something. Not that I don’t find it cute how he always says it, but still.“Well, I was dragged to a gay club by my friends, only to find you here,” he says, grinning like a fucking golden retriever. Before I can tell him to buzz off, his excitement takes over, and he rushes toward me like a damn hurricane, pulling me into a hug.“Holy shit, how the hell are you even so tall? Now I look like your junior,” I grumble, craning my neck to look up at him. Seriously, this guy is built like a skyscraper.Max beams down at me, his smile so stupidly cute it makes my heart do a weird little backflip in my chest. Goddamn it.But then I feel it. An ominous, heavy-ass gaze burning into my side. My head snaps
Blaze"Your mother is sick?" Max's voice stops me mid-step.I turn slowly, narrowing my eyes at him. "That’s not something to bother about," I reply, walking straight to my seat. Dropping into it, I lean back, trying to relax. Like hell that kid’s going to leave me alone now."Is that why you’re having an affair with a married man?"His words hit me like a fucking truck. My brows furrow, my teeth clenching."Fucking hell!" I snap, cutting him off before he can spew more nonsense. "What the hell is your business? Didn’t I tell you not to bother about my life? Were you deaf when I said it?" My voice rises, and I can feel the twitch in my eye.Max freezes, his big puppy-dog eyes widening. He looks like a damn kid caught stealing cookies. His gaze drops to the floor and then flicks back up at me, all hesitant and shit."I just want to know if you’re doing okay," he says softly. "Fine, you see me as a kid and that’s why you rejected me. But at least let me support the champion I cherish. I
Blaze “Hey, where the heck are you?” Felix’s voice blares through the phone, loud enough to make me groan as I turn over on my bed. “At home, where the fuck else would I be?” I mutter, staring at the ceiling, my eyes still blurry from sleep. “Damn it, Blaze! You promised to get my bike fixed. I got a kid renting it today!” he snaps. I rub my face, trying to wake up. “Jesus, Felix, stop yelling. You’re gonna make my ears bleed.” I sigh, dragging myself up. “Give me 30 minutes, okay? I’ll take care of it.” “You better,” he grumbles before hanging up. I toss my phone onto the bed and stretch, my muscles sore as hell. It’s been a month since Max started training. Kid’s got potential, I’ll give him that, but he’s still got a lot to learn. The next race is coming up, and he’s eager as fuck to make a name for himself. Basics are covered—I just need to show him the tricks that’ll keep him alive out there. Running my fingers through my hair, I remember tonight’s plan: meeting Mr.
Blaze“Hey, limping dog, get the order here ASAP!” one of them yells.I bite down hard on my tongue. Bastards like this are everywhere, especially in places like this gay bar. It’s not the first time I’ve been called names or treated like some freak on display. The urge to smash his fucking nose into his face rises, but I take a deep breath instead. If I lose my shit here, Andrew will have my ass. And with all the VIPs in the house tonight, he’d probably fire me on the spot.I make my way to their table, balancing the tray of drinks. Their faces are plastered with smug grins, eyes roaming over me like they’ve never seen a guy in tight jeans before. I drop the drinks on their table, trying to keep it professional, but just as I’m about to walk away, I feel it.A fucking smack on my ass.I freeze, my hands clenching into fists.“Damn! He’s got a really tiny waist,” one of them snickers, his voice dripping with mockery. “He should be up on that stage dancing if it wasn’t for that one leg
Blaze"God, Blaze, we’ve got some rookies joining the race tonight," Felix says as we step into the arena, his voice dripping with excitement."That dude in the blue tracksuit seems like a good bet," he adds, nodding toward the track. I follow his gaze and spot the familiar face. The brat from earlier. What’s his name again? Max. Rude little shit. I scoff."Your biggest mistake if you try it," I mutter, glancing around for a seat. I need to relax before the game kicks off."Why’d you say that? Do you know him? Then it’s a good bet," Felix says, his curiosity clearly piqued."Know him? Hell no." I shoot him a sharp look. "Just a gut feeling." No way am I bringing up that whole damn interaction from earlier. Felix will just start bugging me to take the kid under my wing or some bullshit.We settle in, and the countdown starts. 3…2…1…The race kicks off, the roar of the bikes filling the arena as the crowd erupts in cheers and curses. People are screaming their heads off, some praying th
Blaze"Damn it!" The boy behind me curses under his breath. "There's less than two hours for the race to begin, I don't even know that track. I wanted to do a little tour on my own before the race."I don’t turn around, but I hear him loud and clear. His voice is grating—one of those entitled brats who think whining solves shit. His friend, sitting in a corner, doesn’t seem to give a damn, scrolling through his phone with his leg crossed like he’s lounging at a spa."You gotta calm down, man. He’ll be done in a minute," his friend says, his tone indifferent.I grit my teeth. I don’t need this bullshit. My fingers are covered in grease, sweat sticking to my neck as I work the tire. The bike’s almost as good as new, but now I’m regretting even agreeing to this shit show."Hey, be quick with it, will you?" the kid snaps, his voice sharp and condescending. "You’re just changing the tires, right? You’re limping, so it’s slowing you down."That’s it. I stop, drop the wrench a little too har
Carlo"Son, you barely even come home or call your mother. That’s not very nice," my mother says, her voice soft and composed, as if everything is peaceful.Hell, it’s not. My insides are on the verge of fucking combustion, and I’m sure as hell my father can feel the heat from where he’s sitting. My so-called brother, the prick I just found out about six months ago, is sitting across from me. I’m still trying to figure out how the fuck my mother is completely fine with this bullshit."Sorry, Mother. I've been really busy," I mumble, forcing out the words because I know she won’t let it go otherwise."If I had a daughter, I wouldn’t be so bothered, but the worst part is my only son has refused to bring a woman home."My fork freezes mid-air. “Not this shit again, Mother.”"What do you mean ‘not this shit’? The last time I saw you with a woman was three years ago. What kind of celibacy streak is this?!" She yells, waving her fork around like it’s some kind of weapon.I bite back the urg
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