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---- Then, without hesitation, she reached under her arm, unzipped the side of her dress, grabbed the hem with both hands, and peeled it off in one bold motion. Her black bra, matching lace panties, and thigh-high boots contrasted sharply with her skin. In a male-dominated crowd, all eyes were on her. The whistles and catcalls erupted again. "Wow! Check out that body!" "Best show of the night!" "Nice curves, babe!" "Can I touch?" "How much for one night?" "Come on, baby, let's play!" "Give me your number!" "Hop in my car.

I'll take you for a spin!" ---- Luxury cars and gorgeous women were always a winning combination. The energy at the track reached its peak. A few people secretly turned on their phone cameras. This was Silverton's gossip of the year, guaranteed. Cassidy's fury boiled over. She couldn't let this go. Pretending to be calm, she slipped her dress back on, but her gaze was deadly as it locked on Clara. "You little fake angel, got the guts to hit me, or are you just standing there? If not, I'm out of here!" Clara had originally wanted to stop her from stripping. That idea had felt extreme.

But now, looking at Cassidy's smug, infuriating face, her blood boiled again. This wasn't someone to pity. If Aaron hadn't walked by that day years ago, she had no idea how badly Cassidy could have ---- bullied her. Not this time. Clara wasn't going to be the bigger person anymore. She walked up slowly. "You owe me. Why wouldn't I dare hit you, you trash?" With every ounce of strength, Clara swung her hand across Cassidy's face. Smack! The sound echoed across the crowd. You didn't want to underestimate a woman. At that moment, Clara finally stepped out of the shadow of her teenage years. See?

These bullies weren't so terrifying. And it was time to make peace with herself. Cassidy hadn't expected delicate, quiet Clara to erupt in front of everyone. Did she not care about her image anymore? Cassidy stumbled back two steps before regaining her balance. She touched her stinging ---- cheek, eyes red with rage. The slap hadn't been hard, but it stung with humiliation. "Just wait," she hissed. Then she climbed into Rhys's friend's car, and they roared off. Aaron rubbed Clara's hand gently. "Does it hurt?" Clara laughed softly. "Not at all.

That felt amazing!" Logan walked over, twirling the Bugatti's key. "Aaron, mind if I take the Black Knight for a spin? I'll bring it back after a few laps." Aaron smirked. "Why rush? Take your time. Bring it back when you're done." So generous. "Thanks, Aaron!" Logan beamed. His friends scrambled for the passenger seat. Who wouldn't want to ride in the supercar? Aaron looked at Clara. "The track's big enough. ---- Want to take it for a spin?" She shot him a mischievous glare. "If I crash it, I can't pay for it." Aaron's smile was wicked.

"You can always pay me back with your body." Before she could protest, he gently pushed her into the driver's seat and slid into the passenger side. Clara buckled in, hands gripping the steering wheel, her excitement building. "You're serious?" Aaron leaned back lazily. "Go ahead. Just don't hurt your lips." Clara blinked. "My lips? Why?" Aaron met her gaze, his voice low and teasing. "If you hurt them, how are you going to give me my reward tonight?" Heat rushed to Clara's cheeks. What had possessed her to say something so bold? Frustrated, she slammed the gas pedal.

The car shot forward like a rocket. ---- Forget everything else. She just wanted to feel the ultimate rush.