Chapter 17 - No Race, Race On!
Eric’s POV:
This night has been both successful and heartbreaking at Selena’s house. I’ve got to officially have her. I had asked her parents’ blessings after I spoke to them before she arrived. I told them how things went since start till the moment I reached their home. Yes, I told them everything. I’m not a person to lie or hide things when such important events happen. Plus, they’re going to be family, and I quite took them both into my heart.
They were shocked to all I said to them but listened to each word without interrupting. Her mom was against, her father after a profound silence, gave in first. I explained to them that they would not be able to pay the bank anyway in such a short amount of time, and they would still lose everything they had left.
I told them that I have serious intentions with their daughter, though things went so fast. I pledged my life for her and that I would make sure she’ll be safe and healthy; with any wish she might have, granted. From financial aspects, nothing lacks for her and for them as well. They weren’t impressed by that. They didn’t seem hungry for money. They are simple people at core. They both just wanted all their life to provide a better future for their daughter as they started from the bottom to reach to their status. So, they understand the value of money and how harsh business is.
The moment her parents started to agree to me being her husband, was when I told them about her intentions to participate in drifting for five hundred thousand dollars, without their knowledge, to diminish their loans. Her mom took a stance in screaming at her dad, for being guilty for Selena’s actions for money, endangering her life for them. It was a hard to take scene as I thought she would drop dead from worrying, regret webbing my being for telling them, but there was no other option. She then gave in as well for her daughter’s safety and a brighter future. She said it’s not first time Selena does this to help the family.
I made a contract with them on every aspect they have as mandatory for me as her husband. There were simple, Christian, stuff to follow. They didn’t request money or anything of material value. They said that they didn’t even want the house, if their daughter should be protected and taken care of, as she had and has a difficult life since an early age.
They told me every single flaw Selena has. Unlike other businessmen who wanted me to marry their daughters for business, that had only good things to say and how perfect their daughters were. I liked that at them. They underlined that they didn’t tell me that to decrease their daughter’s value in front of me, but to be aware of her and not imagine things that aren’t. They are straightforward people. Then they started telling me her fortes, among which, many of them I already knew and realized.
Another aspect discussed was how against she is marrying and having relationships, and how she would not accept me or anyone else. She had many suitors, all rejected by her.
After an hour or so, we completed our treaties and I told them how we would act in front of her, to determine her to accept me. We all concluded it needs to be heartbreaking, for her to be willing to sign the contract. Her mom was devastated over that. She said that Selena had been sick lately and this could be damaging to her health. She has diabetes developed over stressful and shocking events, not the classical one. However, we all knew we had no other choice.
I told them I would be strong and aggressive to persuade her, and not take to heart my behavior or words. They complied as they know her. We settled on how to proceed and her dad called her.
When she reaches home, the entire scene makes me want her more, shoot myself for hurting her, devour her, a suit of emotions that flush my body, soul and mind with such intensity that my heart is everywhere.
I have never experienced so many heartbreaks in my life, but in one day. I condemn my attitude on her. Still, the ease to my heart is that it needs to be done to acquire her.
“Let’s go, lunatic! Get your ass out of my armchair and let’s go to your fucking house! You piece of shit!” She says to me with that sexy back of hers at me, going to the exit, making me chuckle.
You can’t not love her… Yes, baby, we’re going. Finally.
I’m in front of her parents, bowing my head.
“Thank you for raising such a daughter. You won’t regret accepting me as your son-in-law. I promise.” I shake her dad’s hand and kiss her mother’s. “We’re staying five minutes away from your house for a few days, then we’ll go back to New York. You can always visit her. She can do the same. I’m not stealing her from you. We are family.”
They nod with sadness for how Selena is, and I go after Selena with my men after me.
She’s with her cute cat in her arms, petting it.
“Tommy? I need you to take care of mom and dad while I’m away. I’ll come back soon. Alright?” She kisses his head and he’s meowing at her.
Why the fuck did I agree not touching her before the wedding? I don’t know if I’ll last five minutes in same room with her alone, but until the wedding… Stupid, Eric, stupid! I should have said no! We are already legally married! Fuck!
She sees me behind her and turns at me with icy eyes, placing down Tommy.
“Are you sure you want me? We can still rip off that contract and go back to our own lives.” That coldness in her eyes is hurting me.
I’m sure. You have no way out of this…
“Let’s go, baby. I’ve never been so sure in my life. Trust me.” I smirk. She puffs at me, rolling her eyes.
“You bastard!” She goes to the gate and on to her car, fuming.
I know. The only promise I don’t think I’ll keep is having you before the wedding. It’s impossible to keep it…
“What are you doing?” I ask her when she opens her car.
“Driving to cool off! I can’t stay in same car with you right now! Don’t make me hit the news tomorrow with first-night-wife-killed-billionaire-husband! Give me the address or I’ll follow your car!” She says, not looking at me. She gets in the car, slamming the door.
Ouch! Don’t make me fuck you once we get home. I’m losing it. The angrier you get, the more excited I become, Angel.
“Justin? Get our car in front of hers and the others behind.” I wink at her while she’s staying in her car, arms crossed, and a mad woman look at me.
She rolls her eyes and says some ‘sweet’ words to me. Something like ‘motherfucker’ between her teeth, starting her engine and music booming inside.
She’s so crazy and irresistible. Oh! Yeah, baby. You can call me names even in bed, the fuck I care. You’re mine and have no option out.
“Yes, boss.”. He signals the other men to follow the orders.
We go in the first car and start it. She follows the car I’m in.
At least she keeps her word.
The other two cars start behind her. I take my phone out and access the inside of her car. She doesn’t know this, obviously. Her parents didn’t tell her, and I asked them to promise never to tell her. They agreed, but her mom gave me a wicked smile over this, saying that I’ll see who her daughter is as a fact. Her intelligence is over normal ranges and she doesn’t need to tell her daughter anything. Of course I smirked to that…
“You fucker! You son of a bitch! I’ll fucking kill you! Man! He’s driving me nuts! I have to be with someone younger than me? For God’s sakes! I hate that brat so much!” She has a strong grip on the wheel with her left hand and with her right one motioning while speaking.
Gotta say, this is going to be an adventurous marriage. You never get bored to that. She’s delicious.
My manhood is answering to her reactions the opposite way she would want.
“I can’t take this anymore!” She shouts and stirs the wheel dangerously to the left, speeding ahead of us. “You’ll not touch me! I’m not yours! Take that, motherfucker! Oh! I’m so fucking done with everything!” She turns the music volume at maximum and speeds like crazy.
NO, YOU DON’T!
I’m losing my control…
“Stop the car! Now! Get down! Now! She’s asking for it!” I shout at my men. They do per my orders, and I go on the driver’s seat with the phone on, listening to her. I have same speed as hers, tailing her.
If I had one percent in me to keep my hands away from you, now is gone! Wait till I’ll catch you! YOU DRIVE ME CRAZY!
I canceled the drifting race, but I’m having a stormy one right now. We take dangerous turns. She didn’t win for nothing the race 12 years ago. She knows every corner of the roads and has her car at an insane speed. She doesn’t care if something happens to her.
We are fifteen minutes into the cat and mouse race when a van appears in front of her. She’s approaching it like a tornado. On the other side of the road, a truck is coming. The distance to pass between them is tight.
Don’t you fucking do it! Selena! It’s fucking dangerous!
“I’ll escape the bastard now! Fuck you, loser! Billionaire? Huh? The fuck I care! Bye, sucker!” She roars her car and speeds between them like a pro.
Alright! I’ll fuck you tonight! Oh! I’ll fucking torture you! Like you do me now!
When I have a go to advance in front of the van, she’s nowhere to be seen, but I hear her crazy laughing.
“I said you don’t know what you’ll have, brat! Catch me now, billionaire shit! You just think you can get whatever you want?! Think again, asshole! Fuck you! And fuck your contract!”
Man, she’s turning me into a volcano! Oh! Pray to God I won’t catch you soon! If I do, I’ll not wait until home! I’ll fuck you on the spot! Rape? The fuck I care! You’re my wife now!
The heat I have inside is maddening me. I take the car to the right side of the road and stop. I grab my phone and see where she is. It’s an old road. She’s going to a lake. I see the forest. I access the coordinates of the place and go after her.
When I reach the spot, I can’t see either her or her car.
Playing me, baby? Play, then. When my turn comes, don’t plead to let go. I fucking won’t!
I hear her stopping the engine, opening the door, getting down and slamming it.
I again access the coordinates of her car and footage inside and around it. She’s in front of her car, leaning with her sexy ass on, lighting a cigarette. Then she takes a deep breath.
I’ve caught you, baby! Don’t blame me for what’s next!