He almost succeeded.
“I swear to all things holy that when you go to Mexico, I will drag you up Teotihuacan and you will climb up every small-footed person’s step there is.”
“Is that a promise?” His eyebrow quirks. I hate his look of success. So, I examine my surroundings, trying to find a bottle of water in my vicinity. Of course, there is none.
I sigh in defeat.
This will never happen again.
I start walking down the steps not even acknowledging his presence. I feel like I’m running to find some water.
“Admitting defeat are you, Ale?”
I turn around slowly and spit out, “never.”
ChapterTwenty-Five
Luca Donatello
One thing that I’ve realized while in this woman’s presence is that I can tolerate her existence. It was just days ago when the mere thought of her made me want to clench my hands into fists and force her into listening to me for once.
But I quite like her fight, it’s thrilling to finally find someone who can match me. It’s an interesting turn of events.
“Can you bring me a glass ofCannonau di Sardegna, por favore?” she says in Italian with a slight accent. The waiter nods and looks at me “What about you, sir?”
“Niente per me.”I give him a slight shoo-off wave before he nods and then walks away inuna fretta.
“Why do you never drink?” I hear. Randomly said by none other than the woman herself.
“Because it was my vice once.”
“You know, that’s a very vague answer. You don’t have to open up if you don’t want to. I’m just curious.” She shrugs, and I sigh.
“When I was very young, wine was influential in my family’s dynamic. It is the family business, so to speak. Since then, I’ve seen it as an important part of my life. When I started driving, a lot of new things were introduced to me. But one of those things was one that I was familiar with. Alcohol. It started off as a crutch to stay away from all the drugs. I always thought of them as something that you could never run away from, but little did I know that I was holding something just as potent. I started drinking when I was worried, mad, sad, happy, and every emotion you could fathom. It was a while before I realized I had a problem. My first sip was when I was twelve and my last when I was thirty.” She nods.
“If it helps, alcohol and I have never mixed well.” I chuckle. “Trust me, I know,” I respond.
“Oh God, please don’t tell me you know about the Monaco incident.”
“I’m your boss. I know everything, plus the person’s yacht you were on happens to be a close friend.” She throws her hands up in the air, and covers her face in embarrassment.
“That makes it even worse,” she utters from beneath her palms.
“Don’t worry, he thought it was funny.”
“Thank God that didn’t go completely public. I can thank my publicists for that.” Little does she know that all of F1 knows about it, but that’s a conversation for another day.
The waiter brings the wine over and she takes a sip, moaning in the process. My dick twitches a little, I won’t lie. This whole trip has made me question my relationship with Ale. I don’t do relationships anymore, but she makes me think a little differently.
I’ve noticed that I don’t like her talking about other men, let alone touching them. When she mentioned Giovanni at Monza, I kept my anger in. I don’t know this guy, but him showing her around my country was a no for me on all accounts.
When I was with Adèle, I didn’t feel a smidge of jealousy, but that definitely backfired in the long run. With Ale, it seems to be running through my veins. The only guy I don’t care about her with is Xavier. He is way too friendly to make her think of him as anything other than a friend. She’s too hot-headed for him. But now, even her smile makes my dick react, but her defiance gives me blue balls. She’s becoming an integral part of my life, and I don’t hate it.
“Why is the wine so much better here? It’s a crime.”
“It’s not, we basically invented wine,” I respond.
“I doubt that.”