Love and Speed

The first time meeting

Hi, my name is I am 25 years old and if I say so myself, I am a badass racecar driver. But it being a man’s world I truly had to fight for my place in this world. The only thing is no one knows I’m a woman, because I race under my alias “Rocket”.
Now you may ask why and how no one knows?!

Well, thank my father for that brilliant idea, he knows this world inside and out being a 5 times world-champion racecar driver himself. He taught me everything about racing and how to drive. But he also knew no one would accept a woman as a driver so he set up a team all around me. Team Rocket added a little mystery to his star driver by never letting him take off his helmet in public. All interviews are done in writing, so no one has ever heard his (my) voice.
Of course, everyone knows Everett has a daughter but for the outside world I am just the PR genius for this team and I stay in the background.
The racing season just ended and of course “Rocket” won this whole championship for the 5th year in a row. Yes, I just had the same amount of wins as my dad at the age of 25 and no one knows how proud he is of his daughter because for all they know Rocket is just their employee.
Alongside my dad, I am at the award ceremony which is a gala held at the end of every season. Thankfully my dad will accept the 1st prize in honour of Rocket because everyone knows by now, he never attends these events. Only the director of these racing events and my dad know I’m always attending just not as Rocket. I can’t help but giggle a little at the thought of all these people celebrating my 5th win and not even suspecting it’s a woman they are gushing over as the best racecar driver ever.
We are seated at a table near the front so sadly I cannot sneak out whenever I am done keeping up appearances and want to make a quick getaway.
While enjoying my champagne and my dad talking to a pretty important man in the organization a gorgeous guy takes the seat next to me. He has piercing blue eyes like the ocean and when I look at him, he takes my breath away with these beautiful eyes. At first, I don’t register him talking to me in a deep sultry voice with a slight Italian accent.
“Hello, Bella, what is a gorgeous woman like you doing sitting here all alone in a room with almost only men? Aren’t you bored here with all this racing talk?! Wouldn’t you much rather go shopping or have a spa day?”

“Don’t let Everett hear you talk to me like that, he would have your balls for that. But my father taught me not to talk to strangers so if you’ll excuse me!”

“My name is Alessandro Valentino, Alex for my friends. So please call me Alex, now you know who I am, who might you be Bella?”

“Well, Mr Valentino, my father is calling for me to help him with something, I do hope you enjoy the rest of your evening!”

After that, I walk to my dad who waved me over to talk to a man he is talking to. When I look back at the table I see that arrogant bastard smirking at me. What did he think would happen? That I would throw myself at him, thankful for his attention and for calling me beautiful?
Do not get me wrong I am no stranger to male attention but never has a man approached me this brazenly. Who does he think he is for talking to me like that? If he only knew they are all here to celebrate my fifth season win.

Alex POV
I noticed her right away on the arm of Everett, that gorgeous angel that took my breath away. She does look familiar to me, but I know for a fact it’s not his wife, because he’s been a known widower for years now. They do look cosy together I hope she isn’t his girlfriend. That would cause me some trouble because I just have to have her. And trust me I will make her mine!

Also, I need to butter up Everett because I want to buy an interest in his race team, so I need to take a cautious approach.
After I see her sitting at the table alone for a while I decide to approach this gorgeous angel.
“Hello, Bella, what is a gorgeous woman like you doing sitting here all alone in a room with almost only men? Aren’t you bored here with all this racing talk?! Wouldn’t you much rather go shopping or have a spa day?”