Writing My Way Into Your Heart // Alex Bowman

✧･ﾟ: * Chapter Three *:･ﾟ✧

Alex's POV

"I highly doubt that, Ella." I shook my head at what she just said and smiled as I clicked on the link to this fanfic of mine. I honestly don't get why someone would do this.

The page loaded, The Rise and Fall of Mr. Bowman by BowmansBabyGirl88 stared back at me. The story was rated Mature with over 5,000 hits and already up to 50,000 words.

Hi! So, this is a bit ridiculous and I have no idea why I'm even writing this >.< Blame Amelia24 for calling Alex "Mr. Bowman" one day and of course my mind went to an image of him standing over me while I was tied up in bed and oops! This story started to write itself.

Be a babe and leave some love!

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Rosalie stared down at the contract in front of her and then back up to the dark gray eyes staring intently at her. "Just one signature and all of it is yours." Her heart sped up as she slowly penned her name along the dotted line.

The contact she just signed was not only to become the personal assistant to Alex Bowman, famous race car driver, but it was also to become his submissive. He was now her Master or Mr. Bowman in formal settings.

Mr. Bowman's hand slipped below the table they were sitting at in the dimly lit restaurant downtown Charlotte. "You belong to me now, Rose," he purred in her ear, "and when we get back to my place," his hand trailed down between her legs, "this is mine." Mr. Bowman teasingly slipped a finger beneath the satin fabric of her panties before bringing them back to his mouth for a taste.

Shit.

I skimmed over the chapter, slowing down to read a very explicit sex scene, completely shocked at how detailed everything was. I wasn't sure what to think of this, honestly, but it was fucking hot

I read some of the comments - shocked to see there were a few who have never even heard of NASCAR before but suddenly felt compelled to watch a race or two. Some even confessed that this is was the best fanfiction they've read and wishes that Mr. Bowman would just confess his feelings to Rosalie so things can turn around for him.

I downloaded the story onto my phone so I could read it throughout the day, still unsure of what to think, but every spare moment I had was spent silently encouraging Rosalie to just make the initial move and tell me, well, story me, how she felt.

"Alex, look at me!" Mr. Bowman placed his helmet on the hood of his car and stood with his back towards Rosalie. He made no move to turn around. "Fine. Be a coward!" Tears started to stream down her face as her voice broke. "I'm done, so done. If you can't face me and the feelings you have for me, there's no reason why I should stay. I can't be with someone who--" Rosalie's words were cut off as Alex's lips crashed against hers - kissing away her tears and her worries.

"I love you, Rose, I've loved you for so long, maybe even the moment I laid eyes on you. I was just," Alex sighed and smiled, "please tell me I'm not too late?" Rose's answer was to pull him into a kiss, twisting their bodies so she was leaning over him on the hood of the car.

Alex's hands were fast; discarding her shirt and bra, wasting no time capturing her breast with his mouth.

"Whatcha reading there, Alex?" I quickly locked my phone and looked up into the prying eyes that belonged to William Byron. A bunch of us were at the track tonight to shoot a commercial for NASCAR. There was nothing to do besides sit around and wait until they needed us.

"Um, nothing. Just Twitter stuff."

"Sure, okay, it's a girl, isn't it?" Byron nodded his head like he knew.

"I, kinda?"

"What do you mean, kinda? It is, or it isn't. That smile on your face say it is." The smile on my face meant a lot more than that. I may, or may not have replaced Rose's name in the story with Ella's, which was not weird at all for not even talking for more than a few minutes.

"Yeah, I started to talk to some chick on Twitter. Weird how things happened, really."

"Nice. She from around here?"

"Yeah, I think she is."

"Ask her out."

"I don't know. Still figuring out if she's one of those weird fans or not."

"I think if she's putting a smile on your face, she's not weird. Wellllll...." Byron drawn out with that stupid accent of his, "if she likes you, she's weird." I pushed his shoulder. "Ask her out, what's the harm of that?"

"Yeah, maybe I'll invite her to a race or something."

"Good. It's about time you got laid." I flicked him off as he walked away.

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Ella's POV

"Ella! Open your door!" I looked up from my laptop, completely immersed in my story to notice how late it was getting. "Ella! C'mon, I know you're in there."

"I'm coming!" I opened my door only for my friend Amelia to shove her phone in my face.

"What is this?"

"Nice to see you, too!" I backed up and took the phone from her.

"Please explain to me why Alex tweeted you and you didn't tell me?!"

"I, what?" I looked at her and she just pointed at her phone. That's when I noticed his tweet.

@AlexBowman88: Shout out to @EllaJean88 for hooking me up with something good to read while I kill some time between commercial shoots!

"Holy fuck." I covered my mouth and stared at her phone before I looked up at her. "Holy fuck."

"What did you do, Ella?"

"Oh, my God! He read my story."

"Wait," she held her up hands, "story? As in, Mr. Bowman?" I moaned and fell onto my couch with my head in my hands.

"He did a live Q&A yesterday and I just happened to mention fanfiction and then he messaged me and I gave him the link thinking he'll never want to talk to me again and oh my God!"

"Wait, this all happened and you didn't tell me?"

"Sorry! I was so embarrassed that I just turned off my phone and then I got lost track of time until you showed up. Amelia, he read my story!"

"Where's your phone?" She got up and went to my desk and returned with my laptop and phone and hand. "Get on Twitter, see if he's said anything else." I logged on, looking at my replies and seeing a bunch of fans asking what he's reading. I seriously hope he keeps his promise and doesn't link my story. I would die... and then I'll haunt him for the rest of his life.

"Shit, El, look at your DM's!" I cringed when I noticed that Alex sent more messages after the ones from this morning.

"Read them for me, I can't." I watched as Amelia scrolled through my phone, smiling and biting at her cuticle.

"He said he liked the story. Like, really likes it. He asks where the inspiration came from and how you got into writing."

"So he doesn't hate me," I said in relief.

"Definitely not, especially since he wants your number."

"What!" I ripped my phone out of my hands and there it was, Alex asking me for my number and hoping things won't be weird between us since I shared one of my secrets with him. "What do I do?"

"You give him your number! Gosh, Ella! This is a dream come true. You wish all the time he would notice you and then when he does, you ask me 'what do I do'. You give him your number, and ask him when you can suck his dick!" I left out a booming laugh that resulted us both in tears.

"C'mon, let's go out, I'm starving."

As I went back to my room to change into something more presentable, I quickly shot Alex a message with my number and a kissy face. I still wasn't sure about this, but he's still talking to me, so I will take it.

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A/N:  Hope you enjoyed this one!  Thank you for all of the kind words and love, it really  means a lot to me!