I am not interested in guys.

~Take it like a good girl~

RHYS POV:

2 weeks later:

Past two week have been a hell for me. I thought after I will win the Grand Prix, I will get to enjoy more freedom but here things are going totally against my will. Mr. Anderson and Max are always keeping their eyes on me. So, I wouldn't become a part of some scandal again. Whew!! This is so hard.

"Rhys, what are you doing tonight?" Mom asked me as she prepared the dinner.

"I have plans with some friends. I am sorry, I wouldn't eat at home." I informed her.

"Why are you so busy these days? I thought you are on a vacation." She pouted and it made me chuckle. I couldn't help but give her a hug.

"You know I did not had time to hang out with my friends before. From next month, I am starting training again. So, I want to make a good use of this time. I promise, I will take you out for a good meal." I assured her.

"It's alright. Don't worry about me. You should go and have fun." She patted my cheek with love.

I have grown up in a family that is full of love. We are close witheach other than most of the other families. I do not need to pretend in front of them. They get me. They don't question my ridiculous decisions and that's more than enough for me.

Meanwhile, Alex, who is my rival when we are racing but in real we are best friends and that's really weird. I drove my car to our usual bar and when I walked inside, he was already waiting for me.

"Hi." I said to him and plopped on the couch next to me.

Alex grinned as I sat down beside him, nudging me playfully. "So, Mr. Grand Prix Champion, why is it so hard to see you these days? I heard your company has put a ban on your..." He glanced at my crotch and pointed at my d**k.

Motherf**ker.

I rolled my eyes. "Words travel really fast, don't they?"

Alex pretended to swoon dramatically. "What was your deal with Anna Robins? But there is no doubt.... she is hot af."

"Yeah, yeah," I said, laughing. "But enough about me. How's life in the slow lane?"

Alex feigned offense, clutching his chest dramatically. "Ouch, that hurts, man. But hey, I may not be as fast as you on the track, but I don't have a ban on my c**k." He said arrogantly.

I snorted, unable to hold back my laughter. "You know what, you should put that on your resume. In fact, if you ever want to join my company, you should really do that. Mr. Anderson is going to love you."

I signalled the waiter to get us drinks.

"I am loveable." Alex said, grinning. "But seriously, though, congrats on the win."

"Thanks, buddy," I said, clinking my glass against his. "And hey, if you ever need some tips on how to win races, just let me know."

Alex raised an eyebrow. "Oh, is that a challenge? Because I'll have you know, I've been practicing my victory dance."

I laughed, shaking my head. "You're gonna need more than a victory dance to beat me, pal."

"By the way, why don't we have a little race?" He suddenly suggested and it made me put the glass of alcohol back on the table.

"What are you suggesting?" I inquired.

And the way he wriggled his brows, it made me curse. "No, brother. Don't even think about that. Dating sandal is far better than two professional racers at the illegal racing track." I shrugged.

"You are such a pu**y." He rolled his eyes and stopped me from drinking more, "We can drive. Our alcohol level is still low."

"Alex...." I sighed, "You seriously cannot live away from cars, can you? Why don't you go and get some practice instead?"

"This is exactly what we are going to do." He grinned, "What are we betting?"

"Whatever you want." I caved in. In fact, I was also craving to play.

"Let's go. I will drive there." Alex got up and I followed him. Soon we arrived at the place where all sort of illegal races happen.

Since we are professionals and most of the people are maniacs when it come to F1, they are going to e

recognize us. Thus, we wore caps to hide out faces and naturally blend in with the crowd.

Soon, two racers were preparing for the race. I narrowed my eyes as took in their physiques. One was tall while other was kinda sort. His hair was blowing with the air before he elegantly put on his helmet and stepped in the car.

The second he waved his hand, the crowd went wild. There were cheers from all sides. I couldn't help but look at that person with more intrigue.

"I heard he won the oast three races consecutively." Alex shouted amidst the cheers of the crowd.

"He must be real good then." I answered. This isn't our first time at such a place. The method of these people might be wrong but they are really good. As good as us. That's why most of the F1 racers have also been recruited from here.

"We should watch this one first." Alex said. He was suddenly interested in the ingoing drama rather than having a race with me.

I shook my head and crossed my arms while my eyes were glued onto that one particular racer. I don't know why but I was getting a feeling that some thing is weird about him and it was pulling me towards him against my will.

'I really need to pull myself together. I get that I haven't been with a girl in what it feels like eternity but I cannot get turn on by a boy... for f**k sake.' I cursed myself in my head.

Soon, the race started and there was a pin drop silence. The only sound that could be heard, it was from the cars. The little racer took over with a huge margin and within the next 10 minutes, he was crossing the finish line.

"The guy is freaking good." Alex shouted while my jaws had dropped on the floor.

Later, he got out of the car and took off his helmet with as much as elegance with which he put it on. However, his eyes suddenly fell on someone and even from some distance, I noticed the colors from his face draining.

'Why am I getting so curious about him?" I could not help but find myself noticing every little detail about that person.

He jumped out of the car, threw his helmet inside the car and rushed out of there. It was like, someone was chasing after him.

And without my own knowledge, I found myself following him.

"Where the hell are you going?" Alex shouted from behind.

"We will have race some other time. Sorry, man." I said to him and tried to find that teeny tiny racer instead.

It was like he is magnet and I am lump of iron. I was getting attracted to him to the point where it was making me extremely uncomfortable.

It was hard for me to find him amidst such a huge crowd. I roamed around the people while my eyes kept on darting from one face to another. Suddenly, I found someone hiding behind the separators that separated the crowd from the road.

I smirked and made my way towards him. In the next second, I found myself crouching in front of him. First, he was about to leave but when he looked at my face from such a close distance, his dark brown eyes dilated before widening to the point that it made me wonder if a person is capable of doing it. His skin was pure.... just like a porcelain. I have never seen a guy with such flawless skin. Moreover, his lips were plump and pink.... so perfect that if he were a girl, I would have kissed her, right now. I instantly shook my head to get rid of such thoughts.

"I wanted to see someone so capable of winning a race so easily. What's your name?" I asked him. However, he was still looking at me like he has seen a ghost.

"Yeah, yeah. I am Rhys Larsen." I introduced myself to ease off the tension.

But the way he kept on looking at me, it made me feel naked. I immediately hide my body with my hands, "Let me make myself clear. I am not interested in guys. I just wanted to talk to you about the race but you are one weird mate." I scoffed and decided to leave. It was of no use to talk to this person. He was creeping the hell out of me.

However, I don't know what happened.... he suddenly got up, grabbed my hand and ran. I was taken aback by this situation.

"What... what are you doing? If you are trying to kidnap me, trust me, you will be punished severely. You know who I am." I tried to threaten him but he did not listen.

Because the crowd was so hyped up with another race, none of them paid attention to us. But I had a feeling that someone is chasing after him.

We got out of the crowd and there was a storage room in the corner. Without having a second thought, he opened the door, like he has done that plenty of time and push us in.

But my attention was suddenly drifted towards the soft skin of his hand. It felt so petite that....

I gazed at him and he looked at me with the same ravishing eyes. Just when he opened his mouth to say something, I spoke first.

"You are a girl, aren't you?" I announced and my question made his lips quiver.

"You..." I walked towards her and it made her take a step back. Her back was suddenly plastered to the wall.