Riding with Desire

Chapter 8

A few weeks have passed, and I am pleasantly surprised by how well Sophia is handling both college and the job. There are times she has to skip work because of exams, but she manages to balance it all. Occasionally, she comes to my office to help with scheduling meetings, but mostly, she works from home. I prefer it that way—keeping her out of sight is safer for her, and I can't risk putting her in danger, but there's another danger which is basically me. It's driving me crazy to see her around in her cute dresses, with every day passing by my urge for Sophia is increasing at an alarming rate. It's hard to control myself around her. My whole house is starting to smell like her—I am not complaining but it's really painful for my dick and my hand. I should keep my distance from her—otherwise, this beast inside me will ruin her.

"Sophia, we have a meeting with that asshole Larson," I call her as I ride Mrs. James to the office. "Yes, I know. He's already waiting for you in your office," she replies, her tone professional. I instantly stop my bike. "What the fuck? How did he—? The meeting is supposed to be at 6 PM. It's 5 now. And are you attending to him?", she is supposed to be leaving right now.

"Yes, he said he was free and thought of visiting you early," she answers calmly, handling the situation with a surprising level of composure. "Fuck, Sophia! I told you not to interact with anyone! Don't answer any of his questions. I'm coming now," I shout, revving Mrs James and speeding towards the office. Larson works for Kennedy, managing illegal bike racing events. All the cars they use are bought from our stores, he's dangerous and a psycho character. The last thing I need is for Sophia to get tangled up with him. I race through the streets, my mind swirling with worry and anger. Sophia doesn't deserve to be caught up in this mess. She is doing so well, and I have to protect her from the dangers of my world.

When I finally reach the office, I park the bike hastily and storm inside. I find Sophia standing by the reception, maintaining her professional aura even in the face of Larson's unexpected visit. Larson, with his smug grin, turns to face me as I approach.

"You're early, Larson," I say, trying to keep my voice steady, but the irritation is clear. "Thought I'd catch you by surprise," he replies, his tone dripping with insincerity. I glare at him before turning to Sophia. "Thank you, Sophia. You can go now."

She nods and leaves the room, glancing back at me with a mix of concern and curiosity. Once she is out of earshot, I turn my full attention to Larson.

"As far as I remember, you always arrive late," I say, walking towards my chair and sitting down."I know, right? I'm even surprised myself," Larson replies, sipping his coffee. "You see, the biggest race of the season is coming up, and we want something exciting."

"By 'exciting,' you mean more chaos?" I ask, already knowing what he is hinting at.

"You know me so well, Leo. That's why we love dealing with you. If you accepted Kennedy's offer, we could be best friends, you know?" Kennedy has offered multiple times for me to join him, but I always decline. I prefer to stick to dealing with cars, engines, and bikes—nothing more.

"Sure, let's get to business then," I say, eager to get this meeting over with.

After half an hour, our meeting finally ended. Just as I am about to see him out, Larson turns back to me. "Oh, and you're invited as usual to the race. I'd be happy if you brought your secretary, Miss Sophia." My jaw clenches at the mention of Sophia. "I'll think about it," I reply, keeping my tone neutral. Larson smirks, clearly sensing my irritation. "See you at the race, Leo," he says, walking out of the office.