CHAPTER VIII

Von, what the fuck?" Leo scowled at her.

Leo, Liam and Mason were standing in front of her with those same looks that made her feel more guilty.

"It's Scar's fault. The bastard won't leave me alone." she defended.

"Are you out of your mind? You know very well to stay away from trouble and because of that rich boy, you are in trouble." Liam scolded.

"Yes Von, this is so not you." Mason added.

"Can't you see she feels bad about it already. Will you all stop behaving like little rascals?" Whitney intervened glaring at them.

"Better pray hard for your little guy." Leo frowned before he walked away.

Liam followed and Mason too. What had she done?

"Thanks," she said slowly to Whitney.

"Your brothers can be little shits sometimes." Whitney scowled.

They heard the megaphone which signaled that the race was about to begin. Whitney pulled her through the crowd to the front where she could clearly see Blair in a light green Lamborghini seseto elemental. He looked so confident as his strong hands held the steering wheel.

What scared her was Blair gave no hint of fear or worry on his face. His face was emotionless and hard. It was difficult to read what he was thinking. The look in his eyes was far from being scared and this confused her. A painter and cars, surely no match but the way he gripped the steering like a pro left question marks.

In the blue Bugatti veiron sat a smirking Scar. He wasn't scared at all and so confident. This scared her more.

His eyes found hers and he smiled at her. How could he be do confident at such a time? Blair never ceased to amaze her sometimes but right now, she wasn't sure if she had to smile or cry.

She forced a smile to her lips and then the skinny blonde model known as Michelle in the middle of the two monsters. She was dressed in a peach crop top and the short tight jean skirt barely covering her ass.

She raised the flag as she said the words that Levon could barely hear due to the cheering crowd but knew very well by heart. She didn't need to be told that Michelle was setting them off. The crowd was already insane but Blair didn't look startled, he was over confident and it made her worry more.

The blonde threw the flag down and the engines roared to life as Scar was ahead of him but soon he caught up and the crowd cheered wildly.

"Levon," she heard a tap on  a shoulder.

"Tim," she said surprised.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine." he assured her.

"No Tim, Blair has no experience, this is not good. I know that bastard and he won't accept him to win."

"Actually Blair told me to take take you to the finishing line. He wants to see you when he wins." Tim cast her a weak smile.

She sighed, "He is really insane."

Whitney joined them as they walked to the finishing line. They had already hooked up with Tim in a conversation as she stood quietly waiting for his arrival. She was praying so hard that he made it alive.

She didn't care if he lost, she just wanted him to go to her in one piece.

No sooner had she closed her eyes than the crowd cheered loudly and the sight made her heart to sink deeper.

Blair was slightly behind Scar by the bumper and the condition of his car was sickening.

The in front bumper was off, the car was no longer some expensive sports car but a piece of scrap. The  driver’s door was missing.

The crowd cheered and her eyes widened when Blair's car knocked Scar's car off a bit and drove past him to the finish line making him number one.

The crowd went nuts now as they rushed to the new winner cheering him that she couldn't see him where she stood. The crowd was too thick for her to penetrate and she waited impatiently for his presence.

She saw Scar glare at the crowd and then her but his killer glare didn't scare her when Blair had won. She couldn't imagine what a miracle it was that he had even won. Blair was a novice at racing despite the fact that he rode sports cars.

But in that moment when she watched him drift like he had done it more times than she could imagine. He had drove the car in such a condition. This amazed her more and if she was falling, she fell harder.

The blue eyes met with her hazel ones. The sight of him made her heart to ache. His handsome face was covered with bruises but despite all that, he didn't let her down when he flashed her his dimpled smile which flattered her heart.

Timothy and Whitney approached him first where they talked casually and he then stared at her once more before he excused himself and now her vision was blurry as he walked to her. She realized it was because of the threatening tears in her eyes.

When he was finally before her, he smiled at her before he wordlessly leaned down and kissed her. The crowd was now crazier cheering, whistling as they watched them. Levon didn't care at all if they were giving people a show, that was the least of her concerns at that moment when he kissed her numb feelings away.

Levon pulled him to the rooms inside when they pulled apart ignoring the shocked looks on her brother's faces. They reached the room where she retrieved a first aid kit and took him to another quiet room.

There were piles of huge boxes which contained nitro gas cylinders. She sat him down on one of the wooden bench and she knelt down quietly.

She opened the first aid kit and bent now his face near hers as she inspected the bruises. She made sure not to look in his eyes because she knew he was watching her.

"Did I mention that you look so beautiful tonight?" Levon couldn't help the blush that crept up her neck as his breath tickled her face.

Tonight she was wearing a maroon blouse with a jacket and a pair of skinny jeans. Whitney had done her makeup and hair.

"You so unbelievable. You do realize you've won the best driver on the street?"

"I did it for you Levon. I told you I would come back." he smiled at her.

"Ouch, you did that on purpose." Blair complained when the alcohol stung on his bruise but instead she smiled.

Levon cleaned him up quietly and none said a word. The silence was comfortable and she thanked God. Blair watched her all the time as she went on about everything.

When she was done, she trashed the used cotton wool and closed the kit. He continued staring at her before he pulled her to his lap where her eyes widened suddenly.

"BL.." his lips on hers silenced her.

"What are you doing to me woman?" he breathlessly said when he pulled away his forehead against hers.

Levon just wished she could say it loud that Blair Ford was driving her crazy.

Instead she kissed him this time devouring his taste as he tugged at his curls. The thick erection poking her was evident of how he wanted her. Levon was now dripping wet as he cupped her breast making her stifle a moan.

"Can we go somewhere? I want you in every way I can get you." Blair sucked on her neck earning desperate moans from her.

He stood up with her walking to the outside of the building.

"Dad is going to murder me for sure." Blair sighed as he stared at the piece of scrap of a car. Levon smiled at her.

Blair excused herself to go talk to Blair who was with Whitney. Soon he came back with keys to the red Mercedes Benz.

They immediately hopped in as he drove away quickly.

On their way, they were quiet but the tension between the two was visible in the air. His hand found hers and he immediately intertwined them assuring her with that smile.

Levon didn't know where they were heading but as soon as he stopped, she was surprised to see a two floor flat. He opened her door ushering her in to the door which he easily unlocked.

"What is this place?" Levon asked in an amazed voice.

"It's one of the many properties my father owns."

Levon took in the white and grey walls, the expensive soft leather sofas.

"Do you like it?" Blair asked as he handed her a glass of wine.

"It's beautiful."

"Yeah, it is." Blair led her upstairs to the bedroom with an exotic kingside bed. It was do spacious and amazing.

There stood a huge wardrobe and it had its ensuite on the other side.

She didn't realize when Blair walked behind her as she was lost in the beauty of the room. He helped take the glass from her hands.

She turned to look at him finding his hooded eyes. They were brightly clear under the dim light in the room. He closed the space between them and she wasted no time snaking her hands round his neck pulling him closer.

"I want you Levon ." Blair said in a pleading tone like he was fighting with himself.

"I want you too Blair." she moaned when he nipped on her bottom lip.

He pulled away slightly to take off her jacket and blouse. He carried her to the bed as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. The feelings she felt at this time were indescribable. His touch made her vulnerable and she needed him more than anything in the world.

She helped him remove his shirt exposing the strong muscles of his torso. She could stare at him every day without getting tired.. He pulled her jeans down painfully slowly the anticipation killing her.

"I need you Levon. I want to have you." Blair gazed in her eyes.

The emotions in his words struck her mind strongly like a drug. If he was a drug, she was already addicted. She didn't care for the fact that he was staying temporarily or that she was falling for him more than she could imagine and he didn't know or that she was a virgin.

She wanted him in anyway and right then on that king sized bed.

"Then have me."

Keep up with Blair and Levon. Thank you very much my readers. I love you so much.

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