I hate that freaking asshole.
Every literal sense. He made my living day as hell in paradise. If he is already a crazy motherfucker, then he drives me crazy.
I am losing my hair, my beauty sleep, and the word enjoyment or living my bachelorette life to the fullest has become a dream. Scratch it, I have no time to even rest my eyes. He made sure of it.
Totally, one hundred percent I'm looking like a zombie strolling across the pit lane. My coffee and snacks became my actual meal, just to create a monster terrorizing the other drivers on the track.
It took two weeks. It has been two weeks in correcting the design... redesigning and testing the car, especially featuring that for the Demon was hectic and tenacious.
His eyes followed me everywhere. They were lurking in the dark and dangerous. Constant breathing on my neck. I wished I could just toss the papers and walk out but- Nevertheless... Those eyes mastered in stoic pierced my soul every meetings.
Living in fear is one thing but driving in fear is another. I was driving in those deadly waves. I had to. Only one choice of option was left on the platter- Please my Demon.
Like a lover choosing flowers or gifts for their partners, I was picking and modeling the car to the utmost care with all the material structure, aerodynamics orientation, and throttle power capacity to the car's body. There were much more inner details but most of the biggest thing was redesigning his race suit matching with the car.
Black- just like his soul. Maybe I gave a little twist of golden lines running across the suit like the immortality blood. Which in fact turned him out to be more aggressive and dominant on the track.
Bahrain Track. Humid. Sunny. I feel scorched from inside and out. A great way to start my career. No offence though, just got the wrong driver at hand.
I stand by the monitor displaying the data captured by the car lively through the means of sensors and camera attachment. My headset was on getting instant communication between my demon and his team principal or his strategist. Nevertheless his dark rumbling sparking fires of hatred to my core. Or desire?
No. How can I be attracted to that piece of horse shit. All lies and play... cute.
I rolled my eyes at my inner thoughts. She is a slut. Don't care and please shut your brain. Thank you.
Not when your thighs are twitching... maybe wet...
Nevertheless, if that car isn't efficient enough or not satisfying then he can go fuck himself. I have given my best in creating this predator with all my efforts, scrolling down into the books, lectures, advice, and maybe spying... I am kidding, but 336 hours, 47 minutes, 23 seconds, 14 milliseconds, excluding my food breaks and a few hours of sleep to crave this one. Exhilarating.
Sharper, attune to the track and the bend curves as I see how it races like a sleek storm, gusting the winds around with dirt particles. A breathtaking scene I can die for. A proud mama staring at its creation. The black body part with the gold rims on its rear wings and the front wings seems like the Egyptian God Anubis's grim reaper.
I know it is one of the easiest tracks compared to others with 6 corner points and 3 activated DRS zones. Approximate of 5.4 kilometers and lapped around 57 times at the final race. Still, my baby is my baby, born with my sweat and blood. Nothing gives the pleasure of it speeding around the track.
The car swishes through the pit lane coming to a stop. I looked at the time and frowned.
The practice session still has around an hour left and this Demon only did one fucking lap! Now, he is out? Can I bash his head? Seriously, does he think himself so great he doesn't need practice?! He does. A God of Hell, ruler of sins.
My ass. Well if you're sure of giving that to him. He might know how to use it better.
I am so done with his asshole and slut of my brain. Include your body, darling. Your thigh is still twitching.
I clench my jaw tighter and hard, crushing my teeths together. I am going to explode in anger and tension erupting from my body.
I hang my headphones into the cabinet in anger. I have never been this impatient in life. I meant what I'm saying.
However much the person is dumb, down to core irritation- at least I had a bitchy smile on my face to do the job but now I can't. He brings the worst character of mine. The peak worst.
I was on the verge of shoving the statistic engineer off his screen but maybe the aura around me might have indicated to not to mess with me now. I sat down on the bumpy chair made of slippery leather making my butt slide down. Irritating.
Actually, I wanted to thrash the whole garage down with my anger which has been building in me. Giving two fucks about the cost or product but...Which, I can't... Not now.
Everything that I brought to life would end, I might return back as a doll attached with strings which means the feather of my wings would be cut off. All my hard work will go down the drain.
I can't afford that now. I chuckled, the engineer might see me as a headless chicken or better 'a girl who lost her nuts'.
Bounded and trapped to a person, no way out. Having a leash around my neck just to be pulled and toyed around. Finally to be shipped off to an unknown person as a deal of mergence.
The possibility of escapism is zero to none. I wanted to scream, shout, and show my frustration out in real life rather than behaving like a meek, harmed animal.
I wanted to be free. The actual meaning of free. I swallowed my saliva thinking how hopeless I am looking for this hope of positivity.
At the moment, I'm only prolonging my freedom through this career and studies. Something called a worthy package and I want to tarnish it in shreds. Draw chaotic lines and show them how a bitch I could be. A Queen, bitch.
At what consequence? Beaten and ultimately shipped off immediately? My logic part shackled my beast within me. She always did what was necessary to survive. Including my personality development. Still a slut though.
Everyone sees my happy persona and easy going attitude. Goody two shoes. Kind. Loveable.
But no one sees beyond that facade. A broken, shackled, and lifeless doll.
One thing that I hate is weakness. If the facade I put on is going to make me strong and formidable, then I would do that. They have already driven me to the cliff. Whether I leap into it or not matters. Leaping into it means I am free but at the cost of losing myself entirely because I am pretty sure no one is there to catch me when I fall...
I bit my lips. Okay tears, don't fall, don't fall...
I imputed a string of codes into the screen which showed me the lap that Vladimir did.
Intense spark of quick adrenaline spiked all throughout my body reaching to the head as I watched his lap. The destructive thoughts which were formulating a few minutes or seconds ago have totally wiped out of my memory seeing his turns.
Impeccable.
"Perfect. Isn't that love?" A warning please.
My head snapped at the warm breath near my neck and the British accent smoldered like butter on the pan. Or better, roasted marshmallows in hot chocolate at Zwitserland.
Busting. Those aren't the eyes that make us hot. Shut up bitch.
Lazy emerald eyes combining with brown inner depth. Hazel brown hair with warm honey blonde curled and pressed like an aristocrat. Straight nose and high cheekbones yet had a boyish, prim young look with a hit of mischievous vibrance.
"Liam."
Another driver on our team. Second driver.
He grinned at me showing off his pearly white teeth set aligned.
"He's always been the best when the car has the right potential to his needs, and you... are staring at me, love."
I chuckled "I have never seen a pair of warm just like the palette forest green eyes-" I was interrupted with a familiar deep icy rumblings,
"Your flirting should notch up, Anoushka. You can't say the same thing you have said to other men. Especially me."
Heat flushed into my body as the whole garage listened to what he said. I sucked in a deep breath.
Fucking asshole. How could he?!
Pin drop silence. Liam immediately backed off and keeping a respectful distance.
Still, Vladimir's pose was stiff, cold, and intimidating as the whole garage held their breaths. He is the executioner, even the CEO is threatened by him. Maniac. Narcissistic bastard with too much pride, arrogance, and with a dark soul. Empathy or sympathy is zero on the scale of one to ten. He is an absolute Demon in disguise in sheep's clothes. Which I would agree.
Yet the new suit on him is like- bomb. I gulped seeing his gears are tight clenching as gloves to his body.
Why the hell am I attracted to this Demon?! Well you see that slight bulge on his pants and you can't seem to keep your eyes away. You are hot and bothered.
I blinked a few times.
"And you boy, if you really wanted to continue on the track better start showing that on the track not in words or la la media. Stop being a snobbish posh brat. Or Better off, find a tea party to gossip with your worthless King." Harsh and menacing words ignited a fresh fire from my core... this asshole,
"Valdimir, we were-"
"Shush, Anoushka. Into. My. Office. Now."
And I had enough of his commands. I gave Liam an apologetic look and took off towards the Demon who apparently has long legs to catch up.
"Vladimir, stop!"
Did he listen- No.
I grabbed his arm. Impulsive, yes.
Fresh core of shivers rattled me when I barely noticed that he pinned me to the nearby wall and a strong grip on my throat