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His caramel eyes locked with me.
“I know because my cousin never loses.
And that—” he pointed towards the horse that was now slightly ahead of Cage.
Even a white one now was giving them competition, “—is Achilles’s horse.
He always bets on Jordan.”
My lips parted in surprise.
Ace’s horse?
That means he was here?
My nerves pulsed, eyes looking around.
He was nowhere in the auditorium.
But the owner of the horses, the bettors, never sat in the auditorium with ordinary people.
Then my gaze lifted.
And there he was.
High in the V.I.P section, shielded by glass, he stood even higher with his proud chest and powerful broad shoulders with hands in pockets.
Some other suited people stood behind him, watching the race unfold.
I couldn’t see where his eyes were as he wore sunglasses.
His name thoroughly did justice to his personality.
I shook my head and fisted my hands.
Get to your senses, Em!
I didn’t know he was going to be here.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t have come.
Now I didn’t like that red horse at all.
I’d rather support the white one as it now passed the black one, Cage.
My sister continued to dance.
Now I understood why she was on Jordan’s side.
“For a moment, I thought Cage would surpass Jordan.
Damn, he was good,” Warner commented, while Tobias munched on popcorn.
That brat!
He definitely knew Ace was going to be present here, but he didn’t even think of informing me.
Noticing my glare, he raised a brow.
To avoid Warner’s overhearing, I pointed to his phone.
He is here.
And you didn’t care to inform me!
He looked up at me, frowning, and then went to typing.
Tobias: Who?
Don’t be so saint now!
I’m talking about Ace.
Tobias: Oh, but I thought you already knew.
After all, it’s a very common thing to attend the race organized by him in his place.
My eyes widened.
Wait, what?
Castelo Track was his?
I thought his every company or property’s name started with Valencian.
He owns it?
And why Castelo?
Shouldn’t it be Valencian?
Tobias: Yes.
And it’s his mother’s last name.
Oh!
I didn’t know much about his family other than him and Caleb, who his family adopted at the age of eleven when his parents passed away in a car crash.
They were Ace’s uncle and aunt.They grew up together since then.
I had only visited their home a few times.
And most of the time, his parents were missing.
When I looked back up, he wasn’t there anymore.
Glancing back at the track, I found Cage took the place of Jordan now.
Explained why my sister had gone so quiet all of a sudden.
Huh!
The great Mr.Valencian couldn’t handle his loss and ran away.
Rolling my eyes, I stood from my seat.
The race was almost near the end, but my bladder had other plans.
Excusing myself, I climbed the stairs and headed towards the washroom.
“Look who is here!”
A group of rugged looking guys whistled as I passed them just outside the washroom area.
“Fucking hell, look at those legs, man!”
I gritted my teeth, glaring daggers at them.
But I tried to control myself and not give them any attention.
“What’s your name, babydoll?
I have two bundles of cash in my pocket right now, interested?”
They laughed.
As I turned to them, an arm wrapped around my shoulders and turned me around.
“Em, don’t pay attention to them.
They’re dangerous.
Just avoid them.”
“Avoid them?
Did you hear what nonsense they were spitting out?
Let me go so I can teach them a lesson.”
I wiggled out of Warner’s hold and tried to go back to them, but he dragged me away.
They whistled and cracked jokes until we were out of the sight.
“Em, please.
If you go and say something, it will be worse.
They are four and we are just two.
So, please, don’t make a scene here,” he talked logic in my head.
“So just go inside and come back down,and enjoy yourself, all right?”
I sighed.
Maybe he was right.
Nodding, I went inside and to take a phone call, he went away.
Men weren’t allowed inside ladies washroom, anyway.
Finishing my business, I washed my hands and brushed my waves with my fingers.
They went wild with the wind.
Once satisfied with my hair, I grabbed my cap from the counter and exited the washroom.
And when I turned…
A yelp left my mouth as a figure towered over me out of nowhere.
FIVE: ALWAYS THE WINNER
“W
-what’re you doing here?”
I couldn’t even ask without stuttering.
Stormy gray eyes roamed my features, briefly glancing at my lips.
They watched me as if they had waited too long…
I gave myself an inner shake.
I was assuming things that weren’t possible.
“Well?”
Voice firm this time.
How did he even enter the ladies washroom?
Oh yes, I forgot he owned this whole damn thing.
“Came to see if you’re okay,” he said, deep Greek accent was strong.
Was he—mad?
“How many times do I have to tell you that you don’t need to be concerned about me?
It’s not your job to care for me.”
“Someone has to if that so-called friend of yours can’t even take a stand for you like a loser he is,” he mocked, gaze hard.
Friend?
So, he knew what happened outside?
My eyes narrowed.
“Excuse me?
Don’t you think you’re crossing your limits here?
You don’t have a right to talk about him in that way!”
A muscle of his jaw ticked.
“I’m just stating the truth.
Only a loser leaves their friend alone after she just got targeted by some drunkards.”
“He didn’t leave me.
He-he just went to take a phone call,” I defended.
“And I’m his girlfriend, not just a friend.”
His eyes flashed, nostrils flaring as he cocked his head.
“Not for long.”
“What do you mean?”
I asked, confused.
He stepped closer, making me stumble back.
And then another until my back hit the wall, his towering figure blocking my escape.
“W-what are you doing?
Step away.”
The intense gaze of his had my heart skip.
His intoxicating cologne filled my lungs.
He needed to create some distance between us.
It was too much.
Placing his hands on the wall, on both sides of my head, he leaned in; my heart thudded inside my chest.
“I meant, you will not
be his girlfriend for long.”
Determination flashed across his eyes.
“How do you know that?”
I whispered.
His proximity was doing something to me.
When he brushed my cheek with his knuckles gently, a treacherous shaky breath left my lips.
And then the bruise of his knuckles caught my eye.
As I was about to ask him of his injury, my breath hitched at my throat when the pad of his thumb traced my bottom lip.
“You won’t be, because—” leaning in, he whispered in my ear, hot breath tickling my skin, “—you already belong to someone else.”
What?
My thoughts were everywhere, I couldn’t think straight.
To be able to comprehend his words, I pushed him away, building some distance.
“D-don’t come that near me ever again!
And what do you mean by I already belong to someone else?
Who are you talking about?”
He stayed quiet.
The look in his gaze sent a shiver down my spine.
I gulped.
No, no!
It’s not what I was thinking.
