Meet Kristal Jane Anderson.
The girl that feels as though she was stripped from all the joys of life on one ungodly night. A night that changed her whole perspective on love forever, a night in which she stopped believing in it's existence, a night...
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Aiden Vasilakis
"What the hell do you think you're doing," My father's voice filled my ears along with the light thud of his shoes as he walked deeper into the room after shutting the door.
My eyes skimmed over the text I had just received from Kristal and I tried my hardest to suppress the smile that always seemed to crawl its way onto my face when she texted me before I looked up to finally meet his gaze, sliding my phone back in my pocket.
There was something about her that made me smile like a fucking idiot at my phone at everything she said. There was something that drew me to her, something that I couldn't quite put my finger on.
"You're not taking this seriously, Aiden," He stood before me pulling me away from my thoughts, the only thing putting any distance between us was the long table that accommodated all the executives of RVP just a few moments prior.
"What makes you say that?"
"You were on your phone the entire time," He muttered gripping onto the back of the chair that was in front of him. "You agreed to my terms Aiden, if you're not fully in then leave," He pointed to the door, "but good luck finding someone who'll be willing to pay you half of what I'm giving you,"
My eyes ran over every inch of his face, taking in the new set of wrinkles that seemed to be appearing at record time, "You know what Robert, I've been thinking, and something doesn't add up here. 5 years ago, you told me that I was a disappointment for not following your footsteps. You told me that you would rather consider your son dead than watch him become something other than a businessman.
"And so you did, to you I was dead, and now all of a sudden you want me back in the family, you want me to take over the business? Why? Because I know you aren't doing this for my mother. So tell me, what is your endgame? Why bring a son back from the dead to take over your most prized possession,"
A flicker of an emotion I couldn't decipher crossed his eyes before he regained control, that emotionless look was back on his face, "I'm done with this conversation," He walked over to his spot at the end of the table grabbing his tablet, "you either get your shit together and take this seriously or you get the fuck out,"
"I'm taking this very seriously," I said just before he was out the door making him stop in his tracks, "I'm aware of what's at stake if I don't take this seriously, but I can't sit here and pretend like this is normal and I can't help but reason with the voice in my head telling me that there's something you're not telling. You're up to something,"
He turned his head to the side giving me a view of his side profile and his lips quirked up subtly, so subtly that it could have easily been a figment of my imagination, "I don't need to explain myself to you," That was the last thing he said before he was out the door.
He was enjoying this; the torment. He enjoyed the fact that this whole situation had my mind raising and was keeping me on edge. Even if there really were no ulterior motives on his part, he would never say it just to taunt me.
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The world was a blur around me and the roar of the crowd sounded like nothing more than a distant whisper.
Though it seemed like I was moving at the speed of light, my mind was moving faster, so many thoughts all at once but so little answers in return.
I wish I could say that my father's tactic to taunt me didn't affect me, but that would be further from the truth. The moment he left that office my mind began racing, and it hasn't stopped since.
I came to the stadium thinking that it would provide me with the distraction I needed. But the intoxicating excitement of the crowd, the wave of anxiety that washed through me before every race, the speed, the desire to win; all of those were not enough to slow my mind.
Possible theories as to why he wanted me back circled my mind because I knew my father wasn't a 'forgive and forget' type of guy. Everything was consuming me; mind and body.
I thought I'd memorized every turn of the stadium like the back of my hand but all that seemed to go flying out the window because my mind was in a million other places.
The result of that was me placing 3rd place which– not trying to be cocky–rarely ever happens.
I climbed off my bike taking off my helmet, "I let you win, don't get cocky now," I said with a chuckle as my rival and best friend Knox made his way to me, a cocky grin plastered on his face. A grin that was so foreign to his features, a scowl seemed to have permanent resistance on his face. My lack of concentration gave Knox the perfect opportunity to finally get first place.
"Yeah fucking right, fucker, you owe me a drink," The grin on his face was swiftly replaced with his usual scowl.
I began taking off my gloves, "Fine, I'll let you enjoy your fifteen minutes of fame. Your bar?"
"You know it," He said with a nod. Knox was a very successful bar owner. The scowl on his face, the roughness of his voice, the thick beard on his face and the tattoos that covered his skin made him look like the stereotypical biker guy which in turn made his bar a staple amongst the bikers in the stadium. "Then after a drink or two you can tell me the actual reason you lost tonight,"
My phone vibrated in my pants before I could reply, the name on the screen instantly made my heart sink.
Candice. My mother's nurse.
She never called me this late unless. . .
Before I allowed myself to finish that thought the phone was against my ear, desperate to hear her voice and be proven wrong.
"Candice, hi" "Mister Vasilakis, hi. I apologize for calling so late,"
"You don't need to apologize, Candice," I broke out into a cold sweat. Knox watched me closely, already being able to tell that something was wrong, "Is everything alright?"
"No. . ." She paused for a moment and I felt my heart stop unable to handle what was to come, "it's your mother,"
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