I took advantage of being here, I mean I’m a blogger I’d be stupid not to. Tickets to these races cost a fortune something that I don’t necessarily have.
“He needs to get a good poll position Tina, then tomorrow he will race” Nathaniel sits beside me and tells me about the race since I don’t really know much about the whole racing scene.
I’ve watched it a few times since it’s been on my TV but I wasn’t really paying attention, I always had my laptop on, my music playing it was kind of just a muse to have on.
I pulled my camera out and started to snap some pictures. They both smiled at me as I bent down and got a good angle since I need the top quality for my blog.
“Your pictures are amazing I never believed you took them yourself” Loretta leans forward her head next to mine.
“I had a photographer to help me because I’m a loss when it comes to actually taking the pictures” she adds on after seeing my surprised face. I honestly thought she took them all herself.
“It’s lazy I know but he was a good friend too and he loved doing it for me” she reassures me.
“I was never judging you but I admit I was surprised you just seem to be good at everything” I tell her honestly.
Nathaniel laughs on my side, he gets a glare from her and I feel slightly weird being in the middle of them.
“can’t say I was good at being a mother for Lorenzo though” she surprises me by telling.
She takes a breath and so does Nathaniel it appears it was something mutual, that they both agreed on.
“I wish I was there for him more, I tried to be there for him as much as I could but work hit off for me when I was getting older, I guess that’s why Renzo is very independent and has really made something for himself so early in his life”
Loretta speaks fondly of her son and she looks down at the track with a smile on her face.
“I wouldn’t beat yourself up he turned out great didn’t he” I tell her, I mean he’s not some spoiled guy who flaunts his money around. He has worked hard and is enjoying the results of his hard work.
“you think so” she questions me. I nod my head, of course. And this is not because I want to get into his pants. Okay maybe a part of it.
” you speak so highly of a him even when you don’t consider him your friend” Nathaniel says a smirk on his face, oh he was bringing back that one then. Thanks for that.
“to think I invited you and you’re not even friends” I thought she was serious but her laughter that was so angelic filled my ears and I was relieved.
Their laughter soon died down. I began to watch them race down on the track and it gave them both a moment to watch their son race.
They were just the perfect couple. There were plenty of rumours circulating about their marriage bit they never exposed their marriage or their family life. Loretta’s blogs were solely based on her lifestyle but she never exposed her kids which was admirable.
Photographers were continuously snapping away at them. They were cute, they even looked at the cameras giving them some good shots it’s like they worked with them. If they gave the paps what they wanted. What they needed to earn a living then the paps would agree to give them their privacy.
I’m pretty sure some rumour would come out about me since I’ve been speaking to them both.
My eyes moved back to the track. Lorenzo was in second place I could tell by the colours of his car he wasn’t far behind the first-place car so I gathered that it wouldn’t be long before he challenged for first place.
It was hard to catch any good shots of the cars or even Lorenzo. I was here with his parents it would be disrespectful to not make Lorenzo the centre point of my blog post.
I was scanning the photographers, they were a few of them far away kneeling on the ground, they looked to be taking shots of the racers.
I took a huge risk and got up from my seat.
“I’ll just be a second” I tell them both, sliding out of our row and making my way down.
One of the guys on the ground saw me coming, I brought my camera and held it up when he looks my way.
” you won’t get anything with that lens” he instantly says before I even had a chance to get to him. I look at the lens that I spent hundreds of pounds on.
“here have this one” he chucks me a spare lens from his bag that had loads of them in, the guys looked at me with a surprised expression.
“what” I ask them after they were staring at me openly, freaking me out slightly.
“aren’t you with the Tessoro couple, why are you down here” one practically snaps at me. Well okay rude. I roll my eyes at them.
“getting shots obviously I need some of the racers” a few of the guys nod their heads before going back to their job.
It took me a few seconds to get used to the lens but after a while I managed to get some good shots, I was smiling as I got them because I had to admit they were fucking good.
I handed the guy back his lens before heading up to my seat again. I was halfway up when I looked at the track briefly. Lorenzo was coming around and he was just about to overtake the guy who was in first.
I was trying to get my camera on fast enough but I knew I was going to miss it.
“hey, you, I got it I’ll send you it later alright” the guy who snapped at me said, I was internally grateful when he said that.
When I sat down finally, my eyes were glued to the track. I could barely contain my excitement it wasn’t even the important race but fuck Lorenzo was now in front and was leading the way for the others.
Leaving them to just simply follow.
“It’s exciting isn’t it” Loretta says glancing at me, I could just see the smirk on her face.
She knew exactly what she was doing when she invited me here and to be honest I was glad she did I’ve never felt so much excitement about some guys racing around this track so many times.
“He’s good” I admit to them, they already knew that but I think they were glad someone else said it too.
“The best” Nathaniel says whilst we watch the last lap come around. Loretta was practically bouncing in her seat as she saw Lorenzo coming around to the finish line.
It was already noted that Lorenzo won, everyone was celebrating already and some people were running over to his car.
I doubt he would be able to get out of the track let alone car without loads of people coming to him.
Reporters diving to get the first word out when he finally removes his helmet or something. I don’t really watch to see what happens next.
“give my congratulations please, I have to go” I say as I see him approaching the stand. Loretta tries to stop me but Nathaniel’s hand on her arm stops her from trying anymore.
“of course, we will, see you around Tina” Nathaniel goes in for a hug before bringing his wife down the steps to see their son.
I had to meet with the girls again tonight we were going out for dinner at this fancy restaurant for Natasha’s birthday. She booked this table weeks in advance since it takes a long time for you to get a table since it’s a popular 5-star restaurant that many people go to.
I’d be dead if was even late.
I still had to get home and get changed into something that won’t make me look like some poor sick woman.
With about 10 minutes until the time we would meet I arrived at the restaurant in record time thanks to my super friendly and on point uber driver.
He was decked out in this suit and he had great taste in music. I literally had the best time ever just in the back of the taxi. This time it wasn’t a man making me feel that way.
Not the kind you’re thinking of anyway.
The waiter who was charming might I say led me over to the table in the corner of the room where Natasha and Rachel were sat. they were speaking in hushed voices to each other when they saw me coming over.
“happy birthday, gorgeous” I say moving around the table to give her a hug and place her gift on the table. She beams at me before opening the little bag and taking out a jewellery box.
“Tina, this is beautiful thank you” she leans over the table placing a soft kiss on my cheek. I would have thought the moment was beautiful if they guy sitting on the opposite table was checking her out as she leaned over but he had a woman sitting with him.
It could be his partner of just a family member you just never know.
“I know it’s your birthday but try not to flash anyone with your birthday ass will you” she blushes madly before pulling down her dress own to cover up.
“god that’s embarrassing” she mutters before looking up at me again.
“is he hot” she asks me. I widen my eyes before laughing at her. The little minx.
“extremely” I say looking at the guy who is still staring this way. He rubs his lips together before calling over a waiter.
I watch in amusement as he whispers something in his ear before the waiter walks off into the back. People were calling to him but he just ignored them. I guess it was urgent.
I was enjoying the fact I saw the whole thing.
“how was the race then” Rachel asks me. She wiggles her eyebrows.
“did he bend you over his car again huh, Tina” Tasha gasps looking at me wide eyed.
“when the fuck was this?” she says demanding me for an explanation.
“the club last night, I may have or may not have been bent over by Lorenzo in the back of the club” I tell her keeping my voice low so barely anyone can hear me.
“I can’t believe i’m only finding out about this now” she shakes her head at me. Disappointment clear on her face.
She was about to say something else but the waiter from before who was talking to the guy came up to us, a bottle of wine in his hands.
“excuse me Miss, this is for you. From the young gentleman on table 3” he tells his signalling over to the table where the man sat conversing with his guest.
He saw us looking or more importantly Natasha and he smiled over at us. He sent a wink to Natasha which even had me in awe. When I thought she would shy away from it, she took the bottle and walked over to the table.
The woman sitting with her stepped out of her seat briefly and went to the back in the direction of the toilets.
They were talking for a while when Rachel was hitting me on my arm like a mad woman.
“what is your problem” I snap at her, my arm is very weak you know I’d prefer f it wasn’t getting battered.
She only looked at the far side of the restaurant. I followed her gaze and was surprised to see none other than Lorenzo walking in, he had a gorgeous woman on his arm. She was a beautiful blonde dressed in head to toe white.
It looked a little too much, the whole white look was just not doing it for her. Was she trying to show she was pure, she looked like the kind of woman who had a sugar daddy on the side. Just saying.
“ew” Rachel says looking her up and down as the got into the restaurant and sat at a table.
Rachel is very stylish and she has many Instagram follows because of it so she was judging this woman like other.
They ordered quickly as the waiter rushed over to them probably didn’t want a Tessoro to be waiting long. Nathaniel is well known for his many restaurants he has a very high reputation so his son will have the same.
I turned away quickly when Lorenzo suddenly looked behind when the women nodding her head in our direction. Fuck.
I didn’t look his way again, not going to stare at him, it’s his choice the girls he goes out with. He was just messing with me last night. I do feel a jealous pang in my chest. Fucking shit.
Tasha returned to the table with a smile on her face, I would go as far as saying she was glowing. “happy birthday to you” Rachel laughs at her as she takes her seat.
“he’s a charmer alright, I think he wants to take me out” she admits to us. The look on our faces tells all. Were very proud of her.
Takes guts to walk over to a man.
“our girl is growing up” I say trying to hold back the tears. Rachel joins me wiping her tears away.
“shut up, what did I miss” she asks taking a sip of her glass.
“Lorenzo just walked in with a woman” Rachel juts her chin out behind me. Tasha turns around and looks over. She smiles. What is she smiling about?
“that’s sweet” she says fondly before turning back to us. Tears all gone for this bitch now. Is she for real.
She watches our expression change and shakes her head.
“Guys that’s Marcia” she tells us like I’m supposed to know who that is. Who the fuck is Marcia.
She grins before continuing “his sister”.
If I ever felt stupid this would be the perfect time. I slumped in my seat embarrassed.
“I honestly thought she’s have better style though” Rachel tries to dismiss the fact that she thought the same.
To be honest you don’t really see Marcia with them and plus they never mentioned their daughter to me when I was at the house.
“how do you know” I ask her. She looks up at me.
“Marcia she’s a really good designer in houses, got it from her daddy” she glares at Rachel when she scoffs.
“yeah I’d agree her clothing isn’t great” Tasha admits looking over at them again.
“she designed my ex boyfriends house a few years ago” I do vaguely remember him; his house was small but it looked good. Props to Marcia.
I hope Lorenzo didn’t see the fact I was staring daggers in the direction of his little sister. Fuck.
He seems like he is protective of his sister.
We finished our food within the next hour, it was good. The girls had this Italian pasta, to be honest I can’t even remember the names of any of our meals.
I ordered a paella being the traditional bitch that I am
Sue me, I don’t give a fuck.
Before we left to go I got up I needed to go to the toilet, from all this drinking. Luckily, I didn’t drink much but yeah sure I was a little tipsy.
I walked up the stairs and did my business and checked everything still looked good visually. I sort out my bra since my boobs tend to become all distorted in there. I smooth my dress down and look at myself in the mirror.
Henry suddenly comes to mind when I see myself. Why did he fall out of love with me? I’m not ugly I’m not fat, too skinny. I’m my own self yet that wasn’t enough for him.
His secretary had nothing on me though. I was wifey material she was one night stand material.
I rinse my hands before making my way out. I glare at the stairs. Why does it have to be another entire floor just for toilets.
I was busy talking to myself about bloody stairs when I didn’t notice the man standing against the wall. He had his arms crossed over his chest and his head was cocked to the side.
Staring at me, taking me all in.
I felt too unprepared to have a decent conversation with him. I was already partially drunk anyway if I did talk to him guarantee I’d admit to him how much I want him to bend me over again.
Hell, I’m thinking about telling him right now.
Taking a stand as a strong independent woman and walk out of the bathroom completely and go to walk past him to the staircase.
Lorenzo had different plans though. Clearly.
He grabbed my waist and pulled me towards him before pushing me against the wall. He was behind me as I was leaning on the wall. My hands flat against it.
His mouth was by my shoulder.
“Did you not enjoy last night Tina” he rasps his lips moving against my skin. I felt the shiver going through my body.
“or do I have to remind you” he says sliding his hand from my neck all the way down the middle of my back.
“I remember” I say, barely audible, it was more like a moan.
“good” he whispers. He suddenly grabs my hips and lifts me up off the floor. He places me down on a table near us. There was a glass there but he moved out the way.
Yeah, my ass takes a bit of space.
“Tell me Tina, did you think she was my girlfriend?” he says looking up into my eyes. He had this naughty glint in his eyes.
“My sister is gorgeous but I’m not into incest” he jokes, making fun of me. Well what did he expect, hell I didn’t even know him until he told me.
Can’t blame me really.
“yes” I say
“I thought she was your date but that’s none of my concern” I tell him even though I was affected by the thought.
He moves his hands up my legs stopping at the beginning on my dress that’s barely covering my ass.
“that’s right, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt right” he tells me. His fingers just slipping to the inside of my dress. I breath out heavily my breath fanning over his face.
“I don’t care” I tell him. I don’t know who I’m trying to convince here.
“That’s where you’re wrong, you see I know even with your façade you want to be the only girl who I bend over and touch. You love it” he grabs my skin under my dress and pinches it.
I jump up slightly from the pain.
I have to stay silent, otherwise I’ll admit to something I shouldn’t.
“you’ll give in to me soon enough Kristina” he breaths out.
“Racing isn’t the only thing I’m fast at” he whispers before smirking at me. He moves away from me leaving me to stare at him as I sit on this table legs wide from his position.
“you should get back to your friends” he says over his shoulder as he makes his way into the toilets.
Was he here just to taunt me or did he honestly just need a piss.
Fuck sake.
The guy is just all fire. Sooner or later I’m scared I will give in. I need to stay away to save myself. No matter how much I want to fuck him and have him taking me high up into my climax.
I have to stay away.