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---- he'd give him that. And the thought of watching Clara take that dress off made Rhys's blood boil with desire. Cassidy leaned close to him, her breath tickling his ear. "Mr. Carter, just go for it. Win or lose, I'll spend the night with you." His eyes lit up. "You serious?" Cassidy smiled seductively. "I'm serious. That woman humiliated me once. Help me teach her a lesson, and I'll make it worth your while." Back then, Cassidy hadn't become Mason's girlfriend, and she'd blamed Clara for it. That humiliation had burned in her ever since. Tonight, she finally had her chance to get revenge.

Rhys was too lust-drunk to think straight. "Fine. You're on, Aaron!" he shouted. The crowd cheered louder. "Now that's more like it!" "Let's clear the area! Make some space!" ---- Everyone started pushing back, excitement buzzing in the air. Aaron was about to refuse when Clara suddenly tugged his hand. Her eyes were steady. "Race him. You'll win." She wasn't that scared girl from years ago anymore. Back then, she'd been too afraid to call the cops, too afraid to fight back. But not tonight. She met Cassidy's mocking gaze and said coldly, "Let's add something else.

Whoever loses doesn't just strip. They also take a slap from the winner. Maybe that'll remind you to watch your filthy mouth." Cassidy's smirk widened. "Fine by me. I've been dying to give you another little lesson anyway." Without another word, she climbed into Rhys's car. Aaron hadn't planned to let Clara join, but Cassidy's taunting voice rang out again. "What's wrong, Clara? Afraid you'll get carsick? Or are ---- you just too scared to play?" Clara's jaw tightened. She wasn't backing down. She opened the passenger door of Aaron's car and got in without a word.

Aaron followed, sliding into the driver's seat. "Who is she?" he asked quietly. "I've never seen you this angry before." Clara's voice was calm but cold. "She's the one who cornered me in that alley years ago." Aaron's grip on the steering wheel tightened. "Then I'll win this race for you, babe." He started the engine, the deep roar of the car filling the night as he executed a smooth drift toward the starting line. Rhys pulled up beside him, his engine revving hard. He couldn't back down now, not with everyone watching. The crowd went wild, pushing closer to the barriers.

Shouts, laughter, and chants echoed through the ---- night. Clara's heart pounded. It was her first time at a live race, and the adrenaline hit her like a shockwave. Aaron leaned over to check her seatbelt, his fingers brushing her cheek as he gave her a soft kiss. "Don't be afraid. Just sit tight and trust me." His low, steady voice melted into her heartbeat, pulling her fears away. She leaned closer, whispering in his ear, "It's on you, babe. If you win, I'll give you a little something special tonight." Aaron froze for a second, then smiled, eyes burning with heat.

"Deal." Logan raised a red flag and stepped up to Aaron's window. "You ready? The track's the same as before-you remember it, right?" Aaron made an OK sign, calm as ever. Logan grinned. "Good. Then may the best man win.' ---- A twenty-second countdown began. Then ten. The crowd fell completely silent. Every pair of eyes focused on the two gleaming supercars at the line. Engines rumbled. The air buzzed with anticipation. This was the kind of race people would talk about for years.