Having completed the formalities with the handsome bartender at the counter, Seyan winked at the guy and left with the car keys handed to her. She walked through a back door, past the silent lounge and halted in front of a door. She held the golden knob and twisted it. With a soft click, the door opened and she was welcomed by cold air and the sound of a commentator on a microphone together with the roaring sound of the crazy fans who sat on one side of the racing track. As expected, everyone couldn't miss out on such exciting scenes.
Seyan headed to the dressing room and changed into a maroon racing suit. The style matched well with her red wig. She looked like a flaming boy. Being an expert in cross-dressing, her disguise was flawless and none would notice that the racer was a female. Seyan elegantly approached the parking yard where the racing cars were parked. She looked around and spotted the car marked 'No:6'. A blue dashing car and it seemed to suit her taste. She opened the pilot seat and dived for the wheel. She inhaled the fragrant air that was spread inside the car.
"We're gonna be just cool baby," she murmured, a confident smirk plastered on her face. It had been a long time since she had raced. It was time to show who Denovo was.
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A black Audi 8 parked outside the club Kembice as two men exited the car. Both wore cold auras as they entered through the doors of the club. A female dressed in maroon knee-length off-shoulder sauntered towards the gentlemen.
"Hey, you two," she greeted with a seductive smile plastered on her red face due to the alcohol effect.
Nik ignored the woman who gazed at him with a lustful gaze. He felt the gaze but his eyes kept on scanning around as if looking for someone. He was still playing detective when he felt an unusually warm palm on his hand. He turned to look and came face to face with a lustful gaze the female. He glanced coldly at the woman. Then he hissed in a sharp dangerous tone, "Scram!"
The woman was startled by his sudden sharp tone. She had thought that anyone wouldn't resist her. The buxom female having all the perfect proportions was quite confident in her seduction skills. However, here she was being rejected and told to scram
'No it can't be perhaps he's playing hard to get. I've met several men of his kind...I just have to be persistent a little and he'll eventually fall for me. Yes, that's it.'
The female pressed her huge delicate mounds against his strong arm and rubbed them against it. She deliberately edged closer to him almost touching his lips and the valley between her mounds seductively clenched boosting them. Nik had already gotten irritated the moment the woman touched him. All along he was trying to control his anger.
Having had enough of her acting he held her arm and roughly shoved her aside and shouted, "I TOLD YOU TO SCRAM!."
The female lost balance and was about to land on the ground when a pair of hands held her, "Cheer up beautiful. He's just not in the mood. How about accompanying? you tonight?
Laine turned to face Nik and enunciated with a smile, "I'm off to drink with this hottie here. I hope you get your catch soon."
He winked at him and then sauntered away with the beauty, his arms succeeding her waist. Nik stood at the spot and gazed around in search of Seyan but all in vain. He decided to go for a rest in the other lounge. He headed to the bar counter, handed in his club card and then left. Reaching for the other side of the lounge he slumped on a large couch that faced the view of the city. Nik obtained a large bottle of red wine and a glass.
He smoothly poured himself a glass and gave it a shot. However, his heart wasn't settled as he thought about Seyan. That day in the cafeteria, her smile had been imprinted in his mind and kept on haunting him, cracking the hard barriers of the wall he had built for ages. Thinking of this fact, Nik gulped down the drink in one go. He glanced at nothingness with confusion.
'What's wrong with me?' He mumbled.
At the same time, outside the lounge, a race was going on. Unfortunately, the Dark racer didn't come for the race. As usual, the referee counted from one to three and allowed the cars to go. There were the top three racers in this field and as usual in the first position ranked Dark racer while in the second position ranked Sergei Matsuo and in the third position ranked Riley Java.
Seyan saw this on the large screen on the racing track. As she ignited the car engine, her adrenaline kept on increasing while she reminisced about the dangerous thrill and excitement of racing that she deeply missed. Racing had been among the dangerous games that she got addicted to in her past life ever since her elder brother introduced her to the field. She had to thank him where ever she was for granting her the chance to show her skills.
Seyan overtook the car written No;7, and she was the second last person to leave the starting line. She stepped on the gas pedal and sped off past No:7 and accelerated up the meandering road up the cliff and then drifted past the third car which belonged to Riley and then squeezed her car in between the second and the third car for the road had become more narrow.
However, that didn't stop her from overtaking, it was just that she was waiting for the perfect time. While Sergei's car almost reached the finishing line after making sure he was already ahead of the rest. Suddenly, a blue dashing car sped off past him, crossing the finishing line and then halted with a magnificent drift. Even the rest or most of the racers would find it difficult to do it.
"Finally, Denovo wins," announced the commentator, earning himself a thunderous uproar from the spectators.
Sergei cussed his misfortune. He had prepared to strike back in Dark racer's absence to restore his name. However, it seemed he still had a new rival who destroyed his plans and on top of that he was pushed into the third position.
"I'll make you guys regret your heroism," he swore, his red eyes glowing with a vengeance