Long and dry night.

~I want to see your legs shaking~

RHYS POV:

The engines screamed as I raced around the track, the wind whipping past me in a blur of speed. My heart pounded in my chest as I pushed harder, each turn bringing me closer to the finish line. "Just one more lap, Larsen." Max said to me in my ear piece.

"Push like hell." He added.

"Got it, Max." I accelerated the car to the point where sparks started to fly from the tires. "Engine's getting hot." I told him.

"You can do this. Judging from your speed you need 4 more seconds to go past Alex." Max was saying, "Just one last spurt." He encouraged me and I gritted my teeth. This is a do or die situation for me. For the last four months I have driven like crazy just to make it to the final and now that I am here, I am not going to let this chance slip away from my hands.

I did not care about the heated engine either. If it will burst into flames, then let it be. I will burn with it.

"You do not need to worry about Ronald. There is a 10 seconds gap between you two." Max continued to give me instructions.

While I really pushed like hell and in one swift motion, I went past Alex. "YOU DID IT! YOU DID IT, LARSEN. JUST A FEW MORE SECONDS. YOU ARE IN FIRST PLACE." He screamed in my ear.

The adrenaline rush that I get whenever I drive, it was giving me so much pleasure at the moment that I could not think of anything else. "Easy on my eardrums, Max."

He chuckled, "Sorry, mate."

And then, finally, it was there – the checkered flag, waving in the distance... making me realize that victory is in the palm of my hands.

As I crossed the line, the roar of the crowd filled my ears, their cheers echoing in the air made me realize that I am the best F1 race in the world..I couldn't help but grin as I realized what I had done – I had won the Grand Prix!

"CONGRATULATIONS, LARSEN. YOU HAVE DONE IT." Max screamed with excitement again. "Enjoy a slow lap." I was smiling like a cheerful fool. All the hard work, it was worth it. I waved my hand out of the car and it drove the audience insane.

I am not gonna lie, but I got a humongous fandom, all thanks to my exotic look. Okay, this is making me look narcissistic but right now I am drunk on adrenaline. I am an adrenaline junkie in other words. That's why I am a formula racer.

After I was done with the slow lap and I got out of the car.... My team rushed towards me and hugged the hell out of me. "Congratulations, Rhys." They were saying and in the next second... I was tossed in the air.

"Oh dear lord." I shouted.

After they finally showed mercy on me and let me stand on my feet, I took off my helmet and smiled at them. They were genuinely happy for me. "Congratulations, again." Max, our team coach said and gave me a hug.

"Thank you, Max. Thanks, everybody. I was able to win because of you guys." I gave all of them a high five and exhaled a loud breath. It calmed the pounding heart in my chest.

I half undid my racer's suit since I was feeling hot while Max pushed me into the winner's circle. "It is your day today. Enjoy." He said and I was met with a sea of flashing cameras and eager reporters, all trying to get my attention. It was surreal, standing there in the spotlight, knowing that I had achieved something truly remarkable.

"How does it feel to be the winner of the Grand Prix?" they asked, their voices blending together in a chorus of excitement.

"It feels amazing," I replied, my voice filled with pride. "This is a dream come true for me, something I've worked so hard for."

"The engine if your car heated up at the last moment. What were your thoughts then?" Another reporter asked me.

"Even if my car would have caught fire, I would not have given up. I would have pushed with it no matter what it took." I said to her.

The questions kept coming, but I answered each one with a smile, my excitement bubbling over. I talked about the challenges I had faced, the moments of doubt and uncertainty, and the support of my team that had carried me through.

Soon, the Grand Prix winner's trophy was given to me. The moment I held it, my heart did a somersault. It felt so good that I could not help but scream. While my teammates popped up the bottle of champagne and drenched me in alcohol.

The sweat, alcohol, and screams... they did not creep me. In fact, that made me feel the thrill that I have never felt before. This is not my first time winning a competition. I have been racing since I was 18. The list of all the competitions that I have won is huge... but the Grand Prix is something else. It took me 6 years to reach here. It took me a great ordeal to be number 1 in the world and I, Rhys Larsen, is going to protect this place with all it will take.

I celebrated with my friends and fellow racers. They hugged me tightly, slapped me on the back, and congratulated me on my victory.

"You did it, Rhys!" one of them exclaimed, clapping me on the shoulder. "You're a legend!"

I laughed, feeling a surge of emotion welling up inside me. "We did it, guys," I said, looking around at my friends. "This victory belongs to all of us."

Later, when the adrenaline rush died down and I had to sit in front of the cameras looking sophisticated and matured, I hated this part the most. Press conferences are not my cup of tea.

When I took the center seat, Alex and Ronald were sitting on either side. They gave me the looks of pure enviousness. My rivalry with Alex is from day one and this is what ignites the passion of the fans more and makes the world curious about us.

I gave him a high five. "Congratulations." He said half heartedly.

"Congratulations to you as well. Runner up is not a bad place." I did not forget to taunt him. Although we are rivals, the number of times he has lost to me... I think it is countless.

Soon, the conference started. We were asked those same questions. How was the race? How did it feel to win it? What were the difficulties that I faced? etc etc.

"Rhys, you were spotted with Anna Robins last night. Would you please care to inform us about your relationship with her?" A reporter suddenly asked and it made me narrow my eyes.

F**k it. I am so damn f**ked.

"The number of your scandals are skyrocketing these days. What would you say about it?" He added while Alex was sitting next to me... that bastard smirked. He is enjoying this too much.

"Today, there will be no questions regarding Rhys personal life. Please focus on the news of him as a Grand Prix winner." Max was quick to save my a** and I looked at him with gratefulness but he glared instead.

Okay, this is going to be a long night.

Luckily, they did not ask me questions regarding what I do behind closed doors but I am sure there are going to be a lot more on the plate of the PR team tonight regarding my scandal with Anna Robins. I told her to not visit me at the hotel.

F**k her!! I really need to put some sense into her head.

Lastly, when I was asked to tell them about my future plans, I looked straight into the camera and said, "I am gonna ace every single match." I said and got up to leave.

After I was done with the press conference, I was immediately summoned to the CEO's office.

"You are really f**ked this time. Mr. Anderson is extremely mad at you. Even a Grand Prix is not going to calm him down." Max said.

"If you think I will be scared because of your little threat then you are wrong." I said to him cheerfully and he gave me one pitiful look before we made our way inside Mr. Anderson's office.

"Here comes the champion." Mr. Anderson said and walked towards me to give me a hug. Unlike what Max said, he was not mad at me.

However, the director of the PR team was also in his office and it put me a little on edge.

"Have a seat. Sit. sit." He said to me lovingly.

"You are creeping me out." I squinted my eyes as I said.

"Don't worry, there is nothing wrong."Mr. Anderson said, "It's just that there are more articles about you being with Anna Robins than winning a Grand Prix." He said sarcastically and that made me groan internally.

"But don't worry, all the money that I pay to the PR department, you make it worthy." He added while I massaged my temples.

"To be honest, I want to applaud you. You had a race in the morning but you still had the stamina to f**k around." Only Mr. Anderson was speaking. Other than that, there was a pin drop silence in the office.

"That's how I relieve my stress." I shrugged my shoulders as I said to him carelessly.

"Really?" He cocked his brow, "You need a girl when you are stressed, you need a girl when you have to celebrate, you need a girl when you hit a slump.... what the hell am I going to do with you?" This time he was really concerned.

While I could not help but grin, "You know my s*x schedule better than me, Mr. Anderson."

"Yes, sweetheart I do." He ran his fingers through his salt and pepper hair. He is one charming man, indeed, "That's why I have decided to play around a little bit."

His words made me frown and I could not help but lean forward to hear what he had to say next, "For the next 6 months, no f**king and no girl around you. Otherwise, I am going to hold onto your accounts and remember that we have to renew our contract after 6 months. This is going to play a huge factor." He winked as he said while my jaws almost dropped onto the floor.

Before I even had the chance to retaliate, he spoke first, "You can leave, Rhys."

I ran my eyes around in the room, both Max and Harry avoided looking at me. It's not that I cannot get recruited into another team... It's just that I feel comfortable here. It feels like home and only because of this reason, I can perform well. Other teams aren't going to be like this.

I sighed as I made my way to my hotel room. This is going to be one long and lonely night and in the next 6 months, I will definitely get blue balls. I hate Mr. Anderson for it.