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  He shakes his head as he looks down at the table with a hard laugh. “You just can’t let shit go, can you?”

  “Obviously not,” I answer.

  He looks up from the table and into my eyes. “The brakes were cut from my bike. Someone wanted that bike to go down. That’s what I haven’t told you.”

  “What?” I ask in shock. “Are you sure?”

  “Of course, I’m sure,” my father answers my question.

  “But…why?” Who would want to hurt Dash?

  “That’s what we don’t know.”

  “Do you think it was that kid?” I ask looking over at my dad.

  He shrugs. “Your guess is as good as ours.”

  I look down to the table as I realize why we are keeping a secret from the world. If they knew that we were an item, it would not only look bad for my father’s company, but it would also make me a target as well. “What do we do?” I ask, feeling defeated.

  “Exactly what we’ve been doing,” Dash replies.

  I lean back in my chair as my father finally signals for the waitress to return to take our orders. I don’t know why, but the fact that Dash wants us to continue being a secret hurts. But I understand his reason behind it. Safety.

  CHAPTER SIX

  DASH

  I sit in Mr. Knight’s office once we get home for dinner. Tabatha went straight to her room. I can tell that she’s upset about something. I’m just not sure which news I told her tonight has upset her more.

  “I have an idea,” Mr. Knight says as he sits down in his desk. “But you’re not gonna like it.”

  Figured as much.

  “How hard would it be to get close to Valerie?” he asks.

  “Not very,” I answer in all honesty.

  “I figured, considering she showed up here the other day.” I nod.

  “Why would I want to get close to her again?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

  “Because we need to know why she cut the brakes. That part doesn’t make sense to me. She apparently loves you and wants to be with you. Why would she want to hurt you?”

  I laugh. “Valerie is a bitch. She’s vindictive and does whatever she can to get her way,” I say. “But maybe it was a heat-of-the-moment type of thing.” Let’s give her the benefit of the doubt for one moment.

  “I don’t buy that. The brakes were cut so precisely, as if done with a pair of scissors. She knew what she had planned before she even got there.”

  “But how would she have known that she was gonna get a chance to be alone with the bike?”

  He shrugs. “That’s what we need to know.”

  “So, what…? You want me to invite her over here?” I’m skeptical of what exactly he has planned.

  He shakes his head. “You’re having a party.”

  I scratch the back of my neck. “That’s not a good idea.”

  “It’s our only idea. Get her drunk and question her.”

  “What if she doesn’t fall for it? I mean, she’s a fucking bitch, but she’s not stupid. I’ve been ignoring her for two weeks. What makes you think that she will tell me anything?”

  His chair squeaks as he leans forward, placing his forearms on his desk. He links his hands together and looks at me. “Son, I love my daughter to death. The last thing I want is to see her get hurt.” I swallow nervously, wondering where this is headed. “But I’m here to tell you that you need to do whatever you can to get this information.”

  Sex. He wants me to get her drunk and seduce her. “There’s no way I…”

  “You will.”

  “I understand that I work for you but…”

  “You do!” he interrupts me. “You are the only racer who I have for my motorcycle team as of right now. You could have died. Hell, it cost us over fifty thousand dollars when the bike went down. And it cost you practice time. She is working for someone. And we’re gonna do everything we can to find out who.”

  I let out a long breath. “I get that. But you want me to risk what I have with Tabatha for something that we aren’t even a hundred percent sure about?”

  “We all take risks,” he says simply. I risked my job to be with Tabatha. And now, I’m risking Tabatha for my job. How did this get so fucked up?

  I stand. “This is a risk that could cost me everything.”

  He leans back in his chair as he stares up at me. “You’re right.” He nods his head. “It could cost you your life.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  TABATHA

  I had to have heard him wrong. “Do what?” I ask Dash as I sit on the end of my bed.

  His jaw tightens. “I’m sorry, but your dad has a point. I have to find out what’s going on and Valerie is my best bet.”

  When he came upstairs, he informed me that they think Valerie was the one who cut the brakes. “So, you want to throw a party and what?” I snap. I stand from the bed and narrow my eyes on him. “You wanna get her drunk?”

  “It will help get the information that I need.”

  My mouth falls open. “I can’t believe you’re doing this!” I whisper, starting to feel the tightness in my throat. “Just call her up and ask her,” I offer in a rush. Please don’t go see her.

  “That won’t work. It’s just one night.” He places his hand on my shoulder, and I jerk away from him.

  “Just one night? A lot can happen in one night, Dash.” I cross my arms over my chest. “What if she wants to have sex?” Even asking that question has me wanting to vomit. “Gonna go as far as she wants in order to get what you want?”

  He runs his hand through his hair and sighs heavily.

  “Oh, my God,” I whisper as my heart stops. “You would.”

  He shakes his head. “You know that I wouldn’t do that to us.”

  “Do I?”

  “Yes,” he says placing his hands on my face. “I wouldn’t do that to us.” I want to believe him, but they have a history. A part of him loved her. A part of him was once attracted to her. I’m not an idiot. He’ll be drinking, too. He’ll have to be. He can’t just shove drinks down her throat and ask her a hundred questions without her getting suspicious. No bitch is that stupid.

  “Dash…” I whisper, closing my eyes as I feel them start to sting.

  “Shh.” He interrupts me, and I’m actually thankful. I hate looking so weak. Letting him see how much I have fallen for him so quickly. I was so strong just two weeks ago. The girl who climbed his tree and jumped his fence wouldn’t stand for this. But that girl was only fueled by hatred; she didn’t feel love. How do I get back to that person?

  I can’t help but sigh in relief when I feel his lips brush mine. I open mine, allowing him to kiss me deeply and passionately. I moan into his mouth as I wrap my arms around his neck.

  He pushes me backward and my knees hit the edge of my bed. I feel his hands on the hem of my dress before he pulls away and orders me to lift my arms. My dress falls to the floor, and I kick off my heels. He bends down further to kiss me again now that my heels are gone.

  He softly pushes me, and I get the hint. I pull away and slowly make my way on my hands to lie in the middle of the bed. I look up at him just as he slowly removes his shirt.

  The intense gaze in his gray eyes causes me to look away from them. Instead, I focus on the way he undresses for me. My heart beats so hard in my chest that I barely hear the sound of his zipper on his pants. Too quickly, he’s naked and crawling onto the bed as well. The movement of the muscles in his chest and arms mesmerizes me as he settles on top of me.

  “Tabatha?” he questions as he places a hand on my face.

  I pull my eyes away from his body and look up at him. “It’s gonna be okay,” he assures me with a small smile. “I promise. We are going to be okay. I would never do anything to hurt you.”

  I swallow hard, knowing that promises are made to be broken. In the end, ‘promise’ is just a word spoken to prevent the inevitable that no one wants to see coming. I promise I love you. I promise you’re my everything. I prom
ise not to hurt you. Do you see a pattern? Promise makes you think that you have a chance. A candy-coated word that sweetens the pot.

  “You are absolutely beautiful,” he whispers before his lips are once again on mine.

  **

  Dash

  I understand what you have to do. I hope you understand what I have to do.

  Tabatha

  I lay the pen down on my desk and turn around. Dash sleeps quietly on my bed. His dark hair is messy and his lips are slightly parted. His naked body is sprawled on his back, and I can’t help but feel my heart break. Growing up, my father always told me that we have choices in life that will make you weak or make you stronger. Last night while we made love, I thought he made me weak. The way he touched me, the way he kissed me. The way he physically loved me was so overwhelming that I could see why Valerie wouldn’t let him go.

  But afterward, I lay there and realized that he made me stronger. Strong enough to walk away from him. Strong enough to step aside for him to do what needs to be done for him to continue with his dream.

  I walk over to my bed and lean down, giving his parted lips one last kiss before I grab my purse…once again leaving him alone and asleep in a bed.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  DASH

  I knock another shot of tequila back before I slam it onto my kitchen counter. I wipe the remaining dribble off my chin roughly with the sleeve of my shirt.

  “Maybe she didn’t mean it?”

  I look over at Blake standing beside me. I yank the note out of his hand, wad it up, and turn to toss it in the trash. “She meant it.”

  “It was kinda vague,” he offers. “I mean, that could have meant anything.”

  “Anything?” I turn to face him. Once again, I had woken up by myself after a night with her. At least this time she left me a fucking note. A note stating she left me.

  He sighs. “I just think that she needs some time. Things were moving pretty fast with you guys.”

  “How was that fast?” I mean, we might have feelings for one another¸ but we haven’t voiced them out loud.

  “I’m just trying to help you.”

  “Then shut the fuck up,” I bark.

  He reaches for the tequila bottle and pours me another shot. I down it before he can even put the bottle back on the counter. I spin around and walk toward my bedroom as I pull my phone out of my back pocket. Dialing her number, I slam my door shut.

  “Tabatha. Call me back as soon as you get this.” I pull the phone away from my ear and press end after leaving a message. Of course, it went straight to voicemail. Tabatha has turned off her phone. I’m not surprised. I should have never gone along with this damn party. Even Blake hasn’t heard from Jackie. The girls are probably hiding out somewhere, or for all I know, they are out getting drunk themselves. Wonder if she’s as drunk as I am? I’m feeling pretty damn bulletproof.

  “What?” I snap when I hear a knock on my door. I don’t want to listen to any more of Blake’s bullshit excuses.

  It opens slowly, and I give a satisfied smirk when Valerie peeks her head in. The party has been in full swing for two hours now, but I never doubted for a second that she would show. I knew that she would make an appearance, making sure to show off her only assets.

  And she didn’t let me down, either. She’s wearing a white shirt that is so small it should be on a child. It has a deep V cut that shows off her big fake tits. Her skinny jeans look like they took some work getting into and her red heels top it off with some color. Black eyeliner lines her eyes a little thicker than usual. She looks like a cheap hooker that wouldn’t cost me more than fifty dollars. It’s sickening, and yet, I still find her somewhat attractive. Or at least my cock does.

  “Blake said that you were in here,” she declares, still standing outside of my room.

  “Come in,” I say nicely, and she frowns. I lick my lips, and I barely feel it. The tequila is doing its job. I didn’t start drinking for courage to ask Valerie about the bike. I started drinking because of what Tabatha chose to do to us. And I hate to admit how fucking pissed I am at her for that. After everything I’ve said to her, she still doubted me. That stings.

  She closes the door behind her, and I make my way over to her. “Having a party and didn’t invite me?” she asks with a lifted dark brow.

  I’m not in the mood for games. I place my hand on her chin and slam her backward into the door. She sucks in a deep breath. My next thought is that she’s probably getting wet. She always liked rough sex. That’s why it was so fun to fuck her. She would let me use her however I wanted. And usually that was like trash. If she only knew that I wasn’t role-playing.

  “Let’s get one thing straight,” I say leaning my head down to hers. “You fucked with my bike.”

  Her eyes widen, and she goes to push me away. I tighten my hand on her chin and her knees buckle. She closes her eyes tightly, and she sucks in a breath.

  “I already know that you did it,” I growl. “But why? Why would you do it?”

  She tries to shake her head, but my grasp on her chin prevents it. “Why?” I scream in her face. The tequila coursing through my veins and the hatred that I feel for her makes me want to hurt her. While it also makes me want to rip that tiny little shirt off and fuck her.

  I release her face and take a step back from her. I will do neither of those things. But God, it would feel so good.

  “I’m so sorry,” she cries. She allows her buckled knees to take her to the floor. She holds her head in her hands and she cries louder.

  “Why would you do that?” I demand once again.

  She cries loudly for a few seconds and I roll my shoulders. Calm down, Dash. I need answers. I know how dramatic she can get. I’ll get nowhere if we continue this way.

  I take a deep breath and run a hand over my face. God, I could use another shot. Her soft sobs get my attention. Leaning down in front of her, I place my hands in her hair and gently lift her head to look up at me. “Tell me, baby,” I coo. “Were you just jealous?” I ask smoothing the hair from her tear-streaked face.

  She nods and my jaw tightens. I relax it just as quickly, not wanting to show her the madness that I feel. I have to play her. “What were you jealous of?” I ask trying to sound like I truly fucking care.

  “Her,” she whispers. “Mr. Knight’s daughter. I know you like her.”

  “I don’t like her.” I love her!

  She swallows thickly and licks her plump red lips. Even they look bigger than they used to. “I’m so sorry, Dash. I just wanted to get your attention. I never thought you would get hurt.” She hangs her head.

  “Thankfully, I didn’t,” I growl. But I’ve lost Tabatha because of her stunt. That’s right, Dash. She dumped you. You’re free to fuck whoever you want. My cock thickens.

  “I love you,” she whispers. “I know you say that you don’t love me anymore, but we were still spending time together and you would call and text me.” She pauses. “But after your party, you stopped. I know you were with her that night. I know the calls have stopped because of her.”

  “How do you know that?” She wasn’t there. Was she?

  “It doesn’t matter,” she answers through her tears.

  I sigh heavily. What the fuck do I do now? Valerie has proven to be a threatening psychopath if she doesn’t get what she wants. And Tabatha has left me.

  I sit down on the floor and run a hand through my hair. I close my eyes and my body sways. Thank God, I’m sitting down. My state of drunkenness is getting worse by the second.

  Valerie’s crying has quieted and I hear the commotion in front of me. “Dash?”

  I open my eyes and look up to see Valerie now standing in front of me. She’s no longer crying. It’s like a faucet she can just turn off. I sit speechless on the floor as she lifts her shirt up over her head. I swallow nervously when she reaches behind her back and unclips the tan bra that was trying to hold in her big tits. The alcohol and my cock remind me how much fun those big bastards were
to fuck. To suck on. To come all over.

  I shake my head. “I can’t.” Even my voice sounds pathetic.

  She doesn’t care what I have to say. That’s the thing about an ex. They know exactly what to say, what to do, in order to get what they want. Hell, I was just doing it with her. And now she’s doing the same thing to me.

  Her hands lower to her skinny jeans and she undoes the button. The sound of the zipper is almost deafening even with the sound of the party in the background. My heart is pounding and the alcohol burns my insides.

  She steps out of her jeans slowly allowing my eyes to enjoy the show. I was always attracted to her body. The soft curve of her hips. The way she would sigh or scream when I fucked her. Everything about her but her actual face could turn me on.

  Without thought, I stand and place my hands on her naked hips. My fingers dig into them on their own accord. I push her in the door once again and her breath hitches.

  “I want you, Dash. It’s been too long.” Her hands find their way into my hair and she pulls my lips down to hers, but at the last second, I let go of her hips. Grabbing both of her hands, I pin them above her head. Her tits press against my chest as she arches her back and whimpers.

  I can’t do this. I want Tabatha back. How would I prove to her that I’m worthy of her if she hears about this? And she will hear about it. That’s only why Valerie is doing it. She already confessed that she thinks I like her. What would she do if she knew the truth? But Tabatha left me! She doesn’t want me.

  “Fuck me,” she says breathlessly. “Please. Fuck me,” she begs and my cock jerks. I’ve been drinking; that’s what makes me want to fuck her. If I were sober, I could walk away from her—it wouldn’t matter if she were naked or fully clothed. It’s just the alcohol talking.

  “Valerie…”

  She leans in and her lips land on mine. My hands tighten around her wrists in anger as I hold them above her head. She gasps into my mouth from the pain. Without thought, my lips close around hers. I don’t kiss her; I fucking dominate her—my body roughly pinning her against the door and my hands holding her wrists. My mouth taking over hers. Her hips press into my aching cock. Her body trembles as she moans into my mouth. She’s not fighting. She wants me to have my way with her. And the best part is that she isn’t bitching. She fully submits her body to me, and that’s what I always fucking craved with her.