Collided: Dirty Air (Book 2)(61)
“Okay, you two. This is the last time I’ll go through this. Liam, you have to deny everything regarding Sophie Mitchell and Claudia McCoy. For the sake of your career, you don’t want to be seen as a ladder climber who sleeps around with women to get what you want. And Jax, you need to keep away from women for the unforeseeable future until this drama blows over. No more late nights at clubs after that last incident.” She looks at us with an evident distaste.
I withhold the urge to snap at Elena. “I’m not using Sophie. And Claudia throws shit around to stir up trouble. Why doesn’t McCoy deal with her instead of hounding me down, forcing me into these types of meetings? I don’t need to sell stories to tabloids to make money.”
Elena’s eyes show a hint of warmth, breaking away from her professional demeanor.
“Listen, I don’t think you’re a bad guy. I want to help save your career, which may or may not involve a contract with McCoy. And I want to help shine the brand in a more positive light. I’m a fixer, with these types of projects being my specialty, especially in sports like F1.”
I let out a deep breath, willing to work with her. “Well, to start, I’m going to be sleeping around with Sophie. Just in case that secret gets out.”
“No shit. When did this happen?” Jax bounces in his chair, hitting me with a big smile.
“I asked her to be friends with benefits after Claudia terrorized the gala and said a bunch of shit.”
Jax’s smile dims. “Whoa. Are you sure that’s a good idea? What if she catches feelings?”
“You know that feelings aren’t an illness, right?” Elena blurts out.
Jax glances at her, the shine in his eyes replaced with darkness I notice from time to time. “To me, they might as well be. Worse than a plague.”
Elena laughs and rolls her eyes. Jax raises his eyebrow, something indiscernible flashing across his face before he returns his attention to me.
I tilt my head at him. “She’s down to have fun, and so am I.”
“Look at you and Noah, acting like a pair of lovesick twats chasing after the two friends. I’ll be spending the rest of my days in the club, tears dripping into my liquor.” His eyes assess Elena shaking her head. “Well, once your shit blows over.”
“No one said anything about love. Relax.” Part of me hates Jax for pointing out my biggest insecurity as of late. It’s not that I don’t care for Sophie, but the idea of love freaks me the fuck out.
“Ay, no need to get pissy. It’s only a matter of time before your relationship with her explodes in your face. But you can see where this takes you. I mean, you’re already shit out of luck with McCoy, so what else could go wrong?”
I smack him across the head, hoping my hit knocks the stupidity out of him. The way he checks out Elena after tells me it may take more than one hit to cure him.
After another half an hour of Elena’s assistance, we wrap up the meeting because Jax and I have a limited attention span.
I call my agent when I step out of the conference room.
Rick picks up on the second ring. “Hey, man. Just who I wanted to talk to.” His chipper attitude boosts my mood.
“I take it you have good news?”
“The very best. You’ve impressed McCoy with your podium placements for twelve out of the fourteen races so far. They want to extend another contract deal to you.”
“That’s amazing.” A wave of happiness takes over me. “What are we looking at?”
“Well, the contract has a slight pay increase because of your performance this year, with a yearly salary of 20 million for another two years. You’re looking at 40 million total. Congratulations!”
“Fuck yes.” I let out a relieved laugh. It’s the exact deal I’ve been waiting half the season for.
“But they did have a few comments before you can agree.”
Dread sits heavy against my chest, replacing my elated mood. “What comments?”
“You have to stay away from Sophie and anyone from Bandini who isn’t Noah. McCoy doesn’t want to be associated with their rival, no matter how friendly you are with the girl. Obviously, you don’t need to be rude to the Mitchells, but the gossip about a relationship needs to end.”
“I need to think about this. Can we counter-offer about this? I don’t like the idea of cutting off friends for brand purposes.”
“Of course. Whatever you want. Think it out and get back to me next week. McCoy said they can wait you out.” Rick hangs up once I say my goodbyes.
I should be kissing the ground he and Peter walk on, thankful for another chance with my team. Instead, new rules and regulations choke me, ruining my good mood. Like Sophie, my brain needs time to process and assess the pros and cons of signing with their set of demands. Decisions like this take time, especially when I could risk blowing up a relationship I’ve grown to care about.
No one warned me about the consequences related to being friends with the daughter of an opposing team. I didn’t think having Sophie in my life would put me at risk in more ways than one. Because in the end, can I sacrifice my dream team for a relationship with so many boundaries I can’t see past them?
Years ago, I told Sophie about how she should do the saving in her story. But I didn’t realize she was saving herself from me because I’m the real villain in this messed-up fairy tale.