Emily sent over the draft of the feature she wrote about me and the new division. Pulling it up in the email made me apprehensive, because in truth, I had no idea what she was going to write.
The conversation (or was it a confrontation?) we had at the end, which she claimed was “off the record,” could have been a lie. Or perhaps the shit I said had been too enticing not to write down.
I took it as a good sign she was sending it to me so early, because if there was anything in there I didn’t like, I had time to do whatever I needed to get the shit pulled out.
There was no need, though. It was a good article, even if she did imply at the end she knew more about me than she let on. Most people wouldn’t think anything of it because they weren’t there behind the scenes.
Overall, it would definitely set the world of racing upside down. I forwarded it to Gamble, and he was thrilled. He seemed more confident than ever this whole endeavor was going to be a huge success.
Joey went home because she had her own training and shit to do, but I hadn’t seen the last of her. We had plans to meet up again next week when I drove back down to Gamble Speedway for meetings and more driving.
Lots of decisions needed to be made, lots of promotion and interviews to do.
I was excited.
My life was suddenly on the brink of total epic, and it was going there in the fast lane. Not only was my career white hot, but my family was healthy and happy.
Trent was mine.
I wasn’t sure what was a bigger rush—driving at two hundred miles per hour or knowing T would be sneaking into my room at night. And no, it wasn’t just the orgasms. It wasn’t the blowjobs or even the magical shit he did with his hands.
It was him—plain and simple. It was having my best friend become my lover, my heart, and the center of my world.
I didn’t like sneaking around, and neither did he. But it was a decision we made together, and I knew it wouldn’t last forever. I loved him too much to hide it. I knew we’d face a lot of opposition. We’d face hate, and people we thought were friends might turn their backs.
I had to tell my father. That was probably the hardest thing to wrap my brain around.
Not only did I turn my back on the career he wanted for me, but now I was turning my back on the family he always thought I would have.
The thing was I didn’t want the perfect family he’d invented in his head. I wanted the one that lived in my heart. I couldn’t have that without Trent.
I didn’t know anything else yet. We were basically figuring it out as we went along, together. This was our time to do that, and not telling people about our relationship gave us the ability to do so without being under a microscope. It gave us a chance to be all about just each other before it would become each other and everyone else.
And yes. Maybe we were scared.
I didn’t want to tell my father and the rest of my family about us. He didn’t either. Being judged is something no person wants no matter who they love.
So for now, we enjoyed our stolen moments, holding hands in the car, and laughing silently in bed at night after we’d given each other pleasure unlike any I’d ever known.
Sometimes when we were in a room full of people, I could look up and meet his eyes for a split second, and that was all it took. I knew even though we weren’t right beside each other, he was thinking about me, and he knew I was thinking about him.
What we had wasn’t easy, but it was real and we were making it work.
On Saturday, I dragged myself out of bed early, which wasn’t even that hard because of where I was going, and went straight to Omega, where I picked up Trent. We grabbed some coffee and food and drove to a large car part shop about an hour away. We wanted to get some parts for the Fastback to experiment with the next time I went to Gamble Speedway.
When we got home, we spent the rest of the day with the family, and I helped Ivy with some computer stuff to make her YouTube channel even more popular. She showed me a pile of clothes she ordered for her race-inspired fashion piece.
I wasn’t into clothes (as we previously learned), but the stuff she picked out was pretty cool. My sister had a good eye. If anyone could help me form the right image—in the fashion sense—for my racing career, it was her.
I drove Trent back to Omega, feeling a little surly I had to bring him back at all. He was just going to drive back to the house later and sneak in anyway. He always left right before the sun came up. Something else that made me grouchy.
Just because we were making it work didn’t mean sometimes I wasn’t frustrated.
I pulled into the lot beside the house where a lot of the brothers parked but left the engine running. Trent’s Mustang was parked closest to the house in the spot designated for the president.
“If we told the family about us, we wouldn’t have to do this, me bringing you here so you can just turn around and drive back,” I said.
“You ready for that?” Trent stared at me from his seat.
I nodded. “Yeah, I think Ivy already suspects anyway,” I said. “It’s just the four of them. Maybe telling them will make it easier to think about telling other people.”