Brant
After she told me someone had touched her, I went straight to see Leslie—because she was the only one who had entered the bedroom after the guys left. After pressing her, she finally confessed: she’d used a dildo on Sable’s stomach. That’s all, she swore.
I left her and headed back to the bedroom—but Sable was gone. I should’ve known. She’s a stubborn mule. Never listens. Won’t stay put.
I was walking downstairs when I heard shouting and cheering from outside.
I stepped out into the open and pushed through the crowd. People looked at me with shock and confusion. They glanced at the car, then at me.
And then I saw her. Sable. Crap. What the hell!?
How did she end up in my car—and in the damn race?
My anger hit a boiling point. I wanted to kill someone. Not because she was racin
