Chapter One Hundred and Sixteen

Eric

Fucking hell, Sienna, I thought as I walked towards the racetrack and stood behind the metal track barriers separating the track and the crowd.

My eyes looked for the starting line and fuck, there she was. With my fucking car. I could only watch as she smirked at the man named Rob. He was a fucking dirty racer. She shook his hand and got into the car.

Just like that, the half naked woman standing at the start line dropped the flags and both cars immediately roared to life as they began to speed around the large track riddled with tight corners.

Rob was winning by more inches as they sped around the track effortlessly. I was impressed with the way Sienna drove, as if the car was as light as a feather. Every turn was expertly controlled until they were in the final lap.

Rob was in the lead, and the audience was cheering him on. Suddenly, Sienna pressed the accelerator to the max and she was now ahead. She loved to win. She was competitive as fuck.

Rob drove faster and nudged Sie