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Chapter 46. A perfect Sunday

Claire's p.o.v.
When his grandmother left after breakfast, we discussed about things with his father when Sophia and I suggested that maybe he could invite them both for dinner. He refused stubbornly, as he hasn't forgiven his father for all the lies and the deception he had to put up with, from him and Mr. Yang, who had shamelessly teamed up against him and I surely can't blame him for feeling angry and betrayed.
Although it was obvious his father was sorry and regretted his mistakes dearly, what he did, or actually what he tried to do, was beyond words and only showed what a cruel businessman he really was, to think of such a plan, only so they wouldn't lose the majority of the stocks and the control of the company. Mr. Yang was convinced by Mr. Ronald, that his only child was too young to take over her father's business and as they were both getting older, this would be a good solution that would benefit basically everyone.
That's disgusting! I really don't understand how would someone even come up with something like that, but the strangest thing about this whole ridiculousness, was Mingmei. Why did she agree to this and how could she look so comfortable about it? I would surely run away if my father had suggested anything similar, but then again my loving dad would never even consider such a transaction, as this is exactly what this truly was.
I miss him so much and all of that time we used to spent together. Every single moment I'd spent racing in one of his cars, it was like I had him right there with me. I am making a mental image of him, from back when he was teaching me how to drive a car in a competitive race and I can picture him laughing and wooing, when I would finally get that turn right, without getting off the road. God, we had so much fun and we didn't have a care in the world, other than where we would find that spare part, that was impossible to find for one of the oldest cars he owned.
"I've got an idea." I excitedly tell him.
"What?" He smiles reacting to my excitement.
"Let's go car racing." I say with my eyes sparkling of joy.
"What?" He laughs at the idea.
"Oh, come on! You know how much I love speeding and I haven't done this in ages. Pleaseee..." I beg him
"Where would we go? I don't know if such a place even exists."
"Let's google it. Come on, don't be a spoiler."
"No, I want to spend the day in with you, let's do this next week." He says while wrapping his arm around me pursing his lips and then kissing me, showing me his intentions.
"Oh come on! We are constantly having sex like two horny teenagers and I am still sore from last night. It will be fun I promise you."
"Fine. You know I can't say no to you."
"Yeiii..." I exclaim while clapping my hands, looking like a child that just got what it wanted.
I grab my phone and I start googling for a racing track or something. I find one and without much consideration, we are already on our way there.
"Sorry sir, the track is closed and besides, this is for professional drivers who are members only." A young man in greased clothes informs us.
"Oh, but my girlfriend is a professional driver." He says, emphasizing on the 'is'.
The man observes me and smiles doubtfully as I explain to him that I am English and I used to professionally race with antique cars back home and then he repeats that this track is for members only while already walking away.
"Wait. Let me take you for a spin with my car around this road and then you can decide if you can spare me a few rounds."
"And why should I do that?" He asks and Alexander hands him a check, but I couldn't see the amount he wrote on it.
"With this kind of money, you can have the race track all to yourself for as long as you like!"
I move towards Alexander and I ask him exactly how much money are we talking about, with my back turned to that man so he won't hear our conversation.
"It doesn't matter. It's not that much, but he is obviously underpaid, so maybe for him it is." He reassures me.
"You can even smash that car on the wall as far as I am concerned." He says while walking away towards the garage with all the racing cars, smiling like he just won the lottery.
I choose a right wheeled imported BMW and I ask the man to give Alexander a helmet as well.
"I am not going in there with you. I've seen you speeding and although I trust you, I'll pass."
"Oh no you won't. Get in there." I demand.
"Why? We had all that breakfast only a while ago and I want to keep it in my stomach."
"Alexander, are you scared of a little adrenaline?"
"Of course not! I used to be an adrenaline junky, but I just don't feel like becoming scrambled eggs right now."
"Hm...What if I made it up to you tonight?" I say cunningly and I kiss him on the lips, leaning my body on his, pressing my boobs onto his chest.
"Ok! Let's go!" He says pulling me in a hurry, making me smile with how easy this was.
I get in the seat and I already feel my heart pounding from excitement.
"Dad? Are you watching?" I say smiling.
"Great... talking to dead people is a good start." He makes fun of me.
"Are you ready?" I say, smiling stupidly from excitement.
"Scramble away." He says challengingly.
"Oh I will!" I grin and hit the pedal to the floor.
The first two rounds, I just slightly speed around the track to get familiar with the car and the route and he is busy touching me and watching me, biting that lower lip of his, that he knows I can't resist, showing me he is enjoying the ride and the view. Then I tell him to put his phone away and sit straight. I start speeding around the track, drifting on the turns just to show off my skills and he actually seems to be enjoying this.
After two rounds, I stop the car only to enjoy his laughter as I couldn't really hear it while driving.
"You are enjoying this more than me" I tell him when he still laughs uncontrollably, like a boy that just got down from his first roller coaster ride.
"Yeah, it was fun!" He says honestly.
"This time I want you to keep time, but please don't drop your phone. I am pretty sure this has cost you a lot of money already."
"Ok, Mr. Senna, I'm ready." He jokes.
"Stop making fun of me!" I complain.
"If my dad was here, he would slap the back of your neck, for sitting in his seat and making fun of his little girl."
"Come on you tomboy, let's see what you've got."
First few rounds were ok but that fifth one, I knew I took every turn pretty close to maximum speed possible, impressing him as he wouldn't shut up about it.
"I am seriously thinking of sponsoring you. You are fucking amazing! It's not that I didn't believe you about this but, geez, I didn't realize how good you really are." He says seeming genuinely impressed.
"What on earth was that? Girl...are you for real?" The man tells me with his mouth hanging out of surprise.
"I am Miles by the way and it's a real pleasure to meet you!" He says dragging the word 'real'.
"Nice to meet you too, I'm Claire and this is Alexander."
"How can this tiny body of yours manage to drive that car like that? Do you know your time? Girl you rocked this track like a superstar. You are only a few seconds away from the limit to enter a race and with some training, you easily could. I have never and I mean NEVER seen a woman driving like that. I recorded your time after that third lap, when you literally blew my mind away with your skills."
I smile in content and I know I am making my father proud, as although I didn't have a penis, I turned out to be everything he ever wanted from the son he always dreamed of when my mom was pregnant with me.
"Here man, take your check back. I don't want to rip you off like that. I only took it because I thought she would smash that car and this was your way to tell me that you would cover for it."
"No, it's ok keep it."
"No, no, no... I can't. Please come back any time you feel like it. My boss would be happy to meet you and our racers would lose their minds over you, if they realized you are more talented than most of them. Oh and Alexander, you better keep your eyes on her, as she is precious! I would give one kidney to have a girl like that by my side. You don't happen to have a sister do you?" He jokes.
We leave the place after Alexander took a bunch of dollars from his wallet and gave it to Miles, after he torn the check. He gladly accepted those and thanked him.
"Alexander, how much money did you offer Miles to let me drive?"
"I am starving! What do you want to eat?"
"Really? You think you can simply get away from this, by changing the subject? Answer me please. You promised you wouldn't spend a lot of money trying to impress me."
"When did I break that promise? I wasn't trying to impress you, I only wanted you to be happy and you wanted this so much that I didn't care what it would cost me."
"Alex!" I growl.
"I love it when you call me that." He smiles, biting his lower lip and I remember how much he hates it when other people call him Alex.
He makes a turn in a restaurant that looks too casual for his own taste and parks the car under a huge tree. He kisses me softly, while tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. Then he lifts me up and places me on his lap as he always does when he wants to be more intimate with me, demanding more than a kiss.
He kisses me so sensually that he immediately activates all my senses. His smell, his touch, his sounds are perfectly lining up in harmony, to drive me insanely and utterly even more in love with him. He puts his hand in my elastic pants caressing for my most sensitive area which was already soaking wet, making me tremble from desire and I do the same with him, so that he suffers along with me.
"That's not fair." He complains groaning.
"Now you know how I feel." I whisper in his ear making him quiver.
He puts the car shade on and I know what this means.
"If you think I am just going to let you get away with this, you are wrong."
"You think getting away from this, was my intention when I grabbed your stick?" I say while biting his lower lip.
"I love you." He whispers in my ear.
"What?" I pull back with my eyes open wide along with my mouth.
"I do...Please don't be scared, but I do. I love you!" He pleads with puppy looking eyes.
And there he says it again and I feel my heart pounding like I am about to have a heart attack. I am lost in his eyes, looking at mine with 'love'. Yes I see it, he does love me.
"I am not scared because you love me, I am scared because I love you back." I say lowering my face, as I am only being honest. I am terrified from my feelings for him, that once more leave my soul unguarded and bare to his hands.
He stares at me for a while, before holding my face in his hands, before lifting it up by pushing my chin with his finger, asking for my eyes to meet his.
"You do?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?" He says, wanting to hear the words coming out of my mouth.
"I am madly in love with you. I have been for a while."
"I have been, since that first time I tasted your sweet lips and I could swear I'm addicted to them."
"Really? I am glad you didn't tell me that back then, as I would definitely run back to London." I giggle.
He takes my hand and brings it close to his mouth. I thought he was going to kiss it, but he puts my ring finger in his mouth, pulling out the ring with his teeth, then he opens the window and spits it out of his mouth.
"Hey! That's gold." I protest.
"That's rubbish." He says disgusted.
I smile while looking at the white mark that the ring left on my finger and I am feeling freed.
"Thank you." I say, rubbing my empty finger.
He claims my kiss, bringing his lips a breath away from mine and I close the gap. What started as a flaming passion scene coming out of an X-rated movie, ended up in an explosion of sentiments and slow love making, with a lot of 'I love you's' from the both of us, as if all the ones we kept unsaid all this time, needed to finally be said.
We walk in the restaurant, still flushed from what happened only minutes before and we both order a steak accompanied by mashed potatoes and veggies, but the meat was too chewy and overcooked, so none of us ate it.
"I am still hungry, let's go somewhere else." Alexander says.
"Uhm...I shouldn't eat anything else, because tonight I am going out for dinner with Paul."
Why am I feeling so guilty, saying this?
"Can I come along?" He says, not looking annoyed.
"I don't think that's a good idea. If you remember he doesn't think I am ready for you." I say smiling.
"Well, he can shove his opinion up his ass." He says looking really annoyed this time.
"Come on, I have to talk to someone about you, so you can't be there." I defend myself.
"Fine. But you'll come back to me right after, no matter how late it is. You Miss Claire Fay, made me a promise." He smirks.
"Again?" I protest.
"Again and again and again. I can't have enough of you."