EuropeNovelChapter 27 Victor heard the sound and glanced sideways at the woman's pale face. His hands gripped the steering wheel even tighter as he pressed himself closer to the car door.
He was a world-class racer, and this Ferrari had been expertly modified-speed and stability were never an issue for him.
Even Finley, who prided himself on his nerves of steel, hated riding in Victor's car. There was one the'd barely managed to stumble out before he threw up.
Honestly, people just didn't know how to enjoy life.
"Relax. My driving won't be a problem," Victor said, though he eased up on the gas just a little.
Isadora gradually found her rhythm, adjusting to the speed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe had no idea where Victor was taking her. All she could do was watch as the car shot up an empty overpass, its engine growling in the night.
Victor tapped his fingers lightly on the steering wheel, his voice laced with lazy amusement, "Isadora, look out the window." At his words, Isadora turned her head and gazed outside.
Beyond the car windows, the vast, inky ocean sprawled beneath the overpass. The amber glow of streetlights mingled with the scattered brilliance of the stars, turning the sea into a breathtaking tapestry of lights-a wild, sprawling map of the cosmos reflected on water.
It was endless, mesmerizing.
Victor reached out and slid back the Ferrari's convertible top.
Now, they sat together, the wind whipping through the half-open car. The night air howled past, stinging their cheeks, filling the car with the electric rush of speed. Victor's lips curled into a devil-may-care grin. "Take it all in, Isadora." Before she could reply, Victor slammed the accelerator. The car surged forward, racing back up to 110 miles per hour.
In that moment, the only sound Isadora could hear was the ferocious wind roaring in her ears. Her eyes drank in the endless panorama-city lights, open skies, the world blurring by. It felt as though they were flying along the city's edge, untamed and wild.
Her heart was pounding.
Isadora felt herself letting go, the tension melting away. A smile tugged at her lips, growing wider as the wind rushed past, sweeping her into the dizzying thrill of it all.
Her hair whipped loose, wild strands blowing across Victor's face.
Victor reached up to push her curls away, but his hand lingered, fingers brushing the softness of her hair. For a moment, he watched her, lost in the exhilaration, utterly unguarded.
A look of quiet satisfaction flickered in Victor's eyes. He gently twirled a lock of her hair around his finger, bringing it to his nose, savoring the subtle scent.
The Ferrari tore through the winding mountain roads, finally coming to a stop at the city's highest overlook. Isadora stepped out, her legs still shaky, but adrenaline coursed through her veins.
Victor saw her unsteady steps and, without a word, swept her up in his arms, carrying her toward the scenic overlook.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFlushing, Isadora whispered, "You can putdown now." Victor set her gently on her feet, his elegant fingers trailing over her bare arm, sending a rush of warmth through her.
He slipped one hand casually into his pocket and stood beside her. Together, they leaned against the railing, looking out from the mountaintop over the dazzling city of Capitolion. Thousands of lights glittered like scattered stars, studding the night with gold and silver, turning the sprawling city into a jewel box. It was beautiful. For all its size and splendor, the city seemed small and fragile from up here.
Isadora gripped the railing, staring into the distance, her racing heartbeat finally slowing.
This was the first tshe'd ever felt a rush like this. The wild ride had left her feeling hollowed out, as if something had slipped away with the wind. As she caught her breath, Victor walked to the car and returned with a bottle of water, unscrewing the cap and holding it out to her.
Isadora's eyes sparkled in the city lights as she looked at him and, emboldened, asked, "Do you have anything stronger? Maybe a drink?" She'd only meant to ask, but right now she really did want a drink-to keep the thrill alive a little longer, to let the buzz sink in.
Victor gave her a bemused look, chuckling softly. "Do I look like I run a bar up here?" No luck, then.
Disappointed, Isadora reached for the water-just as Victor turned back to the Ferrari rummaged inside, and cup with a can of beer. He popped the top and handed it to her. A smile bloomed in Isadora's eyes. "Thanks."
She took the beer, tipped her head back, and took a long, satisfying gulp. The crisp bitterness fizzed across her tongue, sending a jolt through every nerve. Victor arched an eyebrow. "Feel better?"
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