All Novel Romance
A Rose 519
A Rose 519
A Rose 519
Yvette cast Wilson a languid glance, drawling as she spoke her next words. “My first international race was against you. You crashed my car.”
Back then, still young and full of herself, Yvette had yet to make a name for herself. Her confidence in her own abilities was so strong that she believed herself unbeatable. Hence why she didn’t expect to be taught a lesson by him.
Wilson’s smile froze on his face. He had no idea about this. Did he wreck her car back then?
“Baby, it turns out we met so long ago.” His mesmerizing, almond–shaped eyes were fixed on her, every bit the alluring devil.
There he went, pulling out all the stops with his charm offensive.
Yvette gave him a little chin raise. “How about a race? If you lose, you’ll have to wear your racing suit for me tonight.”
Only for her to see, of course.
With a doting smile, he didn’t hesitate for a second. “Sure,” he replied.
He wouldn’t refuse her request.
Yvette slipped back into the car, counting under her breath.”
“3, 2, 1…”
As soon as she finished counting, both cars shot off like arrows, their speed so fast that the drone couldn’t keep up. The 43–mile track had 99 turns, but they completed it in 15 minutes, Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.
The two race cars–one red and one black–crossed the finish line at nearly the same time.
The fans were ecstatic, screaming and cheering nonstop.
Yvette emerged from the car, her long, graceful legs turning heads. She casually tossed off her helmet, and her stunning, porcelain complexion sent the crowd into a frenzy.
“Shadow God! Shadow God!”
“Yvie is so cool!”
As Yvette watched Madison and the others cheering for her, she smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. Her fingers brushed against her lips before she blew them a kiss.
The crowd erupted into even more hysterical shrieks at that moment.
“Ah, I’m dying! I’m going to be killed by Yvie’s charm!”
“Yvie, kiss me on the lips! Kiss me on the lips!”
“I wish Yvie could be my wife! I’d love to snuggle with Yvie.”
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“Yvie, do it again! We want more kisses!”
As she listened to their enthusiastic cheers, Yvette smiled indulgently, ready to blow another kiss. But before she could, she was suddenly swept into a warm, broad embrace.
Wilson’s low, husky voice whispered in her ear, “Baby, who are you blowing kisses to?”
Yvette’s lips curved into a smile as she detected the hint of jealousy in his tone. She playfully touched her lips with her fingers, then pressed them against the man’s.
The man’s eyes lit up, and his lips curled into a smile. His hands, strong and artistic, lifted Yvette’s chin, and he deepened the kiss, silencing her altogether.
“I’m going to die from all this sweetness!”