I apologise for
the innuendo 😑^^^

SATURDAYS ARE one of the most busiest days of every week. I could barely catching my breath, sliding in and out of different cars, changing parts, inspecting...it was a clutter.

The moment my shift ended, I hightailed out of the building, stopping short once I recognise a familiar car and the owner sitting on it, smiling softly at me.

Denver.

"Mr Watson. Is there an issue? I just finished my shift, but someone will attend to you inside." I put on my professional voice, cringing at how flat I must have sounded but the man doesn't seem to mind.

His body is worth looking at, I must confess. However, since he's already taken, I've got to put my thirst in check.

Gwen would not let me hear the end of it if I told her my about my feelings.

"Oh. The car's fine. You did an excellent job with it. Going home now?"

I nod. "I need to pick my sister from her school."

Denver arches a brow. "Isn't today Saturday?"

"She's in the swim team. They regularly have practice on some weekends." I explain, not knowing why exactly I'm sharing my private business with him.

But something about this man just makes me lose control of my senses. I wish it could be helped.

Denver nods, still rested against the car. His dress clothes reveals that maybe he just closed from work. It's a guess.

"Damon was impressed with your work just as I was." His eyes together with the sun setting could turn me into liquid chocolate. I'm not kidding here. "There's a car show hosted by an acquaintance tonight. Damon's inviting you. That's if you don't have anything else to do."

Wait? Is he for real? A car show? I've not gone to one of those in forever. The last one didn't go well for me as the host tried to sneak into my pants and I sort of punched him in the face.

"I'd love to attend. I just have to sort out some issues at home first. What time is it?"

"Seven-ish."

I'm not about to pass up on an opportunity to ogle beautiful cars.

"Fair enough." I respond, dragging my gaze to Maxon who's exiting the building. He smirks when he sees us.

Denver holds out his hand with a phone. "Please, put in your contact."

Once that's done, as I return his phone and our fingers lightly touch, I wonder what they would feel like wrapped around my -

"See you later. I've got to go." I stumble away before I say embarrassing stuff. Damon was still smiling when I look at him over my shoulder.

Cassidy was sitting with her classmates when I walked in to the swim hall.

After a couple of pleasantries with the swim instructor, Xavier, I helped carry my sister's bag and we walked back home together.

I explained where I was going to, to Nana and she asked me to be safe. Now, for what to wear.

The only formal clothes I have were worn at that car show that was years ago. I'm not sure they'll still fit.

Thankfully they still do. After opting for a casual corporate look, I deal with my hair, and shoes.

unknown number:
would you like someone
to pick you up?
I just realised
I didn't tell you the address

Me:
Mr Manson?

unknown number:
Denver.
So what do you
say?

Me:
just text me
the address,
I'll be able to
find my way there

And he does. One of the reasons I declined his offer is that I don't like being on the receiving end of favours and I'm not exactly sure what his motives are.

By the end of this night, all uncertainties would be unshielded, hopefully.

Casper is in the boy's room. He and Tanner. Tanner's passed out already.

"I'm sorry I forgot to give you money for your textbook."

He smiles in that way that reminds me of Nana, and my mother. He's the only one of my siblings that I can't seem to get through to. He's always guarding himself against something.

"Thanks." He says, accepting my money. And his guard is up again.

"What do you say we get Ice cream together tomorrow. Just two of us?" I place my hand on the door handle.

"Cassidy?"

Of course, they're twins. How could I forget?

"Just the two of us, if that's okay. If not. Cassie can come too." I bargain.

He stuffs the money in his backpack. "Two of us. But I'm telling Cassie you snuck behind her back to me."

I roll my eyes. "I'm out. Might be back later on."

Casper smirks with a knowing stare. "Date?"

"Mind your business, Casper." I hear him laughing when I close the door before sailing to the front and outside, navigating my way to the address Denver had sent.

Of course it has to be in the fanciest part of town. Crestview.

Once the taxi drops me off, I message Gwen to check on her, not that I needed to with Trent in town. At least he'll relieve me of my duties for a while, and Gwen would prefer to hang out with him anyways. So, it's a win-win situation for both of us.

W

alking up to the warehouse, a buff man with tatooed muscular arms stares me down.

"You're Axel?"

I nod. He checks his tablet for confirmation and opens up the door, letting me into a world I've always imagined.

It's a warehouse alright, filled with rich people and cars that cost hundreds of millions, for the best bidders.

It's like a maze. The crowd. Already, I feel the weight of so many eyes on me, judging me, searching for traces of wealth.

Denver asked me to notify him once I arrive.

Me:
I'm in.

He responds in record time and I love to think he was expecting my text.

Denver:
where are you, and
what are you wearing?

I describe my outfit and position. Five minutes later, a young man stops in front of me. He looks nothing more than twenty. "You're just as he described." He beams.

"And how was I described?" I demand, pinning him with my gaze.

"Ask him yourself. I am Jimmy." He introduces.

"Ax-"

"Axel. Yes I know. Please follow me."

Jimmy rubs me off a certain way, like he's the type willing to do anything for you or to you, if you asked. I smirk behind him.

Such a twink. But whose?

I lose myself in the music playing and the fancy people until we get to a secluded part of the warehouse with dimmed coloured lights and bouncers positioned strategically to neutralise any offenders.

There, right at the center of it all, are the two men I only met yesterday but have managed to get under my skin, in a very pleasurable way.

My attention doesn't even go to the eyes questioning the identity of the newcomer. It's all on Denver and Damon.

It's Denver that flashes me a welcoming smile when Jimmy and I get to their sofa. Damon, with his hand placed on Denver's right leg just scrutinises me under his darkened eyes.

"Great! You made it in time. Please sit." He patted the space beside him.

Oh no.

"Thank you Jimmy." He grins at Jimmy. I don't miss the exchange between them. Yes, they totally had something.

"Sit, Axel." It's Damon's voice. Stern, yet smooth, having the effect of honey, and the charm of a wizard.

I immediately fix myself on the sofa, relaxing my limbs so I don't appear tense.

Heck, he could ask me to drop on my knees right now and I would.

And I was judging Jimmy. I'm such a hypocrite.

If I thought Denver was alluring, Damon was more, hypnotic, even.

Denver notices our silent exchange and chuckles. "Babe. You're going to scare our guest away."

Babe. Oh yes. I forget they're married. The silver bands on their index fingers are a sure proof.

Damon gives me one last look and gazes away at something else.

"So. What do you think?" Denver speaks, gesturing at everywhere.

I shrug. "It's impressive. Those cars however, are powerful."

"You can tell just by looking?"

"I'm not a car expert for nothing, Mr Manson." I say, loving how his eyes narrow when I use his surname.

"Again. It's Denver. I knew you'd love this. It was Damon's idea to invite you though. Don't mind him acting like an ass." Denver jokes, leaning in to kiss his husband's cheek. Damon smiles. I can't see it properly because his face is turned in the other direction.

"Are you bidding tonight?" I ask. Conversations are not a problem for me. I just choose who I'm comfortable with. In this case, it's this man here. Strangely, I feel like I'm in a safe haven.

"No. But now I'm thinking about it." He whispers something in Damon's ear and I focus too strongly on how his lips brush against the skin there.

I better not be getting a tent in my pants because this will not go well for me at all.

Damon's eyes are now on his husband. "Okay."

This man's voice is like a drug, I swear. It's so addictive to the ears.

Denver smiles and waves over one of the waitresses. She approaches us with a cheerful expression, dressed for this occasion with a fitted black gown. Her red lips are full and attractive. Not my kind of scene though.

While Denver is distracted with her, Damon gazes my way again. Just a look, and I feel like I'd get a climax right on the spot. He knows exactly what he's doing, and I make sure to confirm that I'm aware of his intentions. I'm not innocent.

"The bidding's about to start." Denver announces, relaxing into the sofa again. Our legs brush against each other and since he makes no effort to move, I don't either.

"What car do you prefer?" He asks me.

I scan the stage. There's a Maserati, There's a Chevrolet, An Audi, and a BMW. All latest models that haven't been released to the market yet.

"I'll go with the BMW." I reply.

Denver beside me is smiling when our eyes meet. "Great choice." He lets his gaze linger too much on me than is appropriate.

At this point, I'm having less than appropriate thoughts.

"Maseratis are just for show, no substance at all." He comments, linking his and Damon's fingers together on Damon's leg.

I hum in agreement. My phone vibrates in my pocket.

Gwen:
Trent's taking care
of me.
Can I call?

Shoot! I didn't tell her about tonight.

Me:
I'm at an
event. I can't
talk

Gwen:
Axel, you are
dead meat!!!

Chuckling, I turn off my phone. Gwen I'd deal with tomorrow.

"Girlfriend?" Denver queries, not sounding intrusive.

"A girl that's my best friend. Yeah."

He says nothing more and focuses on the announcer that's starting to call out the cars and their prices.

When it gets to the BMW, something unexpected happens. After all the bidders have bid on it, Denver raises his plaque and bids three times more than everyone else.

Loud cheers fill the warehouse as the car is claimed. I don't focus on that, I stare at the man, wondering how much money he has.

He catches me staring and winks.

🌳🌳🌳

The night however is far from over as there would be race. Each bidder had to bring in their best racer and the winner goes home with a surprise package.

"You know a little bit of racing, don't you?" Denver questions.

I understand where this is going? "You want me to race?"

"Yes. Let me see what else those hands can do."

That right there is him flirting. Goodness. I might just go crosseyed now.

Something dark lurks behind his eyes. Something dark, tingly and exciting.

"You have a deal." I reply.

Someone comes to take me to the racing course. It's Jimmy.

"I'm counting on you, Axel." Jimmy squeezes my shoulder and leaves me there.

I and four other racers are shown to the cars we'll be using. Mine is a BMW. Just the right weapon I needed.

After settling in the cars, we're allowed some minutes to properly acquaint ourselves with the mechanisms of each car.

"Racers get set on the count of ten!" The announcer yells into her mic.

I turn on the engine, loving the rev it produces.

"10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...0"

The flag is waved and we zoom off like a flash.

so sweet!

does anyone else feel
the tension in this chaper?
*fanning my self*
it's so hot in here 😩