Greyson
No one could have what was rightfully mine. It couldn’t be questioned. Not even the universe approved it. It was not in my nature. It was never in my DNA.
Number two was not my spot. It never was and would never be.
As I jumped off my bike, my team came to me, fighting to bearhug me. Even Owen. The usual scenery whenever I won, whether I was still in Moto2 or Moto3.
But of course, I would prefer my woman to come approached me and gave me a bearhug. Nope, not just a bearhug. With her claiming my lips and her legs wrapped around my waist. Telling the world that I was owned. She was taken. Oh, how I wished for that to happen but then again, my woman was Lola, and Lola did not do that.
After listening to a lot of congratulations from my team, my eyes reached Lola as she smiled
