Prologue
Zade🏎
The engine hummed beneath me, and the crowd held their breaths. I gripped the wheel, heart thudding hard against my chest—the race began.
Losing is not an option, but winning is the ultimate goal. I started engine with a thousand percent speed.
Grand Prix.In Brazil.
Determined to win, I sped past the other team as the crowd erupts in a roar of applause. The final round was approaching fast.
With one more round to go, I picked up the pace.
And then.... the finish line, in my line of sight. I whiz past every single person and beeline for the finish line, making it in minutes to get that trophy—one more under my belt.
Another victory to throw at my alcoholic father.
My team surrounds me later, celebrating the win—popping champagne and cheering. The battle might be over but there’s one more victory before we get to the next area.
The after party for me includes a hot chick—preferably blonde sucking me dry. It’s how I get off. And how I get my stress to stay under control.
I don’t bother to learn their names either. That being the most useless thing to have when moving from girl to girl.
Love is a term people have given to someone clings to the other person. I’m sure it’s only lust that keeps them there.
I drank glass after glass of champagne until I can’t feel anything anymore. My sister is in school and should be. That’s why I’m doing all this.
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The next morning comes with an onslaught of a headache and my teammate screaming to get off the hotel bed. I’m currently tangled with blonde with two large tits and an ass. Oh her ass.
“Yo Zade! Manger is looking for you!” He yells at me.
I shake the blonde and say, “You might wanna jump out that window or get out the door in one minute.... And pull your dress back on.”
She understands the assignment and quickly walks out the door in lingerie with the dress scrubbed up and shoes in her hand.
Yeah I’m naked right now. “Why they want me?”
“Why do you think?” He spits back. Same sarcasm.
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After several bottles of water and some time to piss in the bathroom in short bursts we make it. To where our manager is.
And boy does she not look happy. “Katherine...” I say trying to ease her in.
She slides the tablet across for me to look at. I gulped.
Golden boy of F1 found taking a blonde bombshell for some milk and cookies.
“Wow that’s... not how I’d describe those tits...” I blurt out and then stop short.
“And I know you are not here to suck girls and get to where you are right now but... guess what? Those girls aren’t the ones training you and your fucking team!” She said, voice clipped.
I was as usual unfazed by this. My teammates would be pissing in their pants just cause of how angry Katherine gets. Emotional wildfire. If you provoke her, she’s gonna burn the entire house down.
“Is my sister coming next season?” I ask just so she can get off her high horse and calm down.
