“Yeah, your mistake. Did you know I met someone while competing this year?”
“That’s sweet.” She distracts herself with talking to someone else in the background.
That’s sweet. Although an upgrade from my father’s comments about Maya, she can’t say much more than that?
“Clarissa is asking if you could also access some VIP passes for the after-party? We personally like the one with the champagne company, but we aren’t against others.”
Looks like she can procure more than three words at a time. But like a gumball machine, she only works when you put money in her.
“You know, I don’t think this is going to work.”
Time to rip off the Band-Aid. Because why the fuck not, with everything else in the Slade family going to shit.
She sighs. “What do you mean?”
“You, me, your ex-lover Nicholas. The whole thing. I can’t do this to myself anymore, trying to be a son I thought both of you wanted. Instead, you only contact me when convenient. And shockingly you withheld your one-stop user card for the whole year until now. But in case you didn’t know, I got into the worst crash of my career two weeks ago. And how many times did you call on me to check? None. Hell, how many times have you called me this whole season? Besides the one misdial?”
Her silence does nothing but encourage me.
“I appreciate you for giving birth to me, for being whatever you tried to be. But it’s over. You should have protected me from him. The first time he hit me, you walked away because you didn’t want to threaten your allowance. Time and time again, you let me down. So, by all means, let it be my turn. I can’t get you tickets. Not now. Not next year. Not ever again. If you have an interest in calling me to get to know me as a person, let me know. If not, have a good life.”
I wait, holding the phone to my ear, willing her to say anything. Closure is a funny concept. Everyone talks about how cathartic it feels, but no one describes the pain you experience before. The courage needed to push through tough situations. How much it rips a person up to know they need to let go, not because they want to, but because they have to.
My whole life, I lived chasing an unattainable prize of my parents’ love. I sped down racetracks and life, willing it to go faster, but now I want to slow down. Enjoy the moments with people who matter, who want to remember my birthday, or who know five facts about me that can’t be googled.
The dial tone greets me.
I clutch my phone, my lungs taking in the fresh air. For once, I have no ill will toward her, only wishing her the best. Everything falls into place. My therapist said I needed to face my past to embrace my future. Looks like I went to hell and back, scoring an angel along the way.
41
Maya
“Let me get this straight. You invited my parents to the final Grand Prix two days ago? And they said yes?” I struggle to get the words out.
Noah dropped this bomb on me while we watched a movie on our hotel couch. He casually mentioned how my parents boarded a flight last night to come visit us, like we all planned it.
“Yes. Can you believe it? They want to see their two kids after months of being away.” His eyes sparkle.
“But why would you do that?”
“Why not?” His lips tip at the corners.
I tilt my head at him. “Don’t answer a question with a question.”
“Can I answer with a kiss instead?”
Noah pulls me onto his lap, the couch dipping under our combined weight. His lips press against mine, a tingle spreading to my spine as our tongues caress, teasing each other. The charged energy between us never wavers. A constant current, all at the touch of our hands or the press of his lips.
I break the kiss. “Under all that attitude, you sure have the biggest heart.”
“Sh. Don’t let anyone in on our secret.”
Noah kisses me stupid, my mind blanking as he shows me how he feels. I love everything about this man. He continues to throw me for a loop and surprises me whenever he can.
His lips move from my lips to my neck before trailing down the V of my polo.
“As much as I want to continue, we have dinner plans with your whole family tonight.”
“They are here?” I rush to stand, leaving a lusty Noah behind.
“Better get a move on, dinner’s at seven.” His dazzling smile reaches his eyes, lines showing at the corners.
I squeal and hug him before hurrying to get ready. Noah keeps to his side of the bathroom, thankfully, because he tends to distract me.
“I still can’t believe you flew them out here. Santi thought about it, but my parents said no when he asked. How did you convince them?”