A Committed Man
Enrico
After two races without reaching the podium, I finally managed to achieve the feat of winning first place at the Italian Grand Prix, held at the Monza circuit. This filled me with satisfaction and personal pride. Although my mind was set on London during that race, I managed to go into autopilot and deliver an exceptional performance, resulting in a big celebration from the team. Lorenzo secured second place, while my teammate, Bruno, came in third. We decided to go out and celebrate after the race.
We didn't take long to head to a lively Italian nightclub, filled with beautiful and tempting women. Although many of them were eager to have fun with me, my mind was elsewhere, worried about Rachel, who was probably home alone. My security always kept me informed, and the message I received while I was at a prestigious nightclub made me tense. Everyone had left home except Rachel and my father.
Even in the company of an attractive Australian model, slim and with a captivating smile, whom I met that same afternoon during the celebration of the victory in Monza, I couldn't focus on her conversation. She was extremely friendly and intelligent, but my mind was fixed on Rachel, whom I should leave behind once and for all.
This could be the perfect opportunity to move on from Rachel, as it became evident that we were not compatible and my feelings were not reciprocated. Even though she was learning important lessons about humility and being a better person, it didn't translate into deeper feelings for me in the end.
"Shall we dance?" Tayla invited, running her hand sensually over my chest. "I want to make the most of this night!"
"Of course!" I agreed immediately. "I can't leave a beautiful woman like you hanging..."
We went to the dance floor together, where some friends and fellow racers were already dancing and drinking. For a few hours, I forgot about all the things I couldn't control... until the moment Tayla invited me to her hotel room.
"I... uh..." I quickly thought of an excuse... a good excuse. "I can't," I said. That was the best I could come up with.
"Why not, darling?" Tayla insisted. "We'll have a lot of fun together, I can assure you..."
Tayla brought her mouth to my ear, nibbling on the lobe as she hugged me, then kissed the corners of my mouth. Her hands soon roamed all over my body, eventually reaching a particularly sensitive area that, more by instinct than anything else, showed enthusiasm for her bold affection.
"I'm... committed..." I felt a bite on my neck, igniting my entire body. "Please, forgive me... but I really can't, Tayla..."
I wasn't lying; this was true. My heart was deeply committed to the love I held for Rachel. Despite understanding rationally that I wasn't making a mistake by involving myself with other people, my emotions prevailed, and I didn't desire to be intimate with any woman other than the one I truly loved.
Even though Tayla's touch had aroused my body, it didn't seem fair to me that Rachel was at home alone, taking care of my father, while I enjoyed myself in the company of a beautiful international model. Tayla was tempting, indeed, but my conscience wouldn't allow me to continue down that path.
"I'm not a jealous person, darling," the voice of temptation whispered in my ear. "Tomorrow, you'll return to your beloved... without a scratch. I promise I won't leave any marks."
I wasn't so sure about that, as Tayla had already left a few nibbles, and I imagined she must be incredibly seductive in bed. However, my true desire wasn't to have her in my bed. Or rather, it would be more accurate to say, in her bed?
Anyway, that was just a minor detail.
"I would love to," I repeated, "but I can't."
My refusal once again provoked Tayla's irritation, and her expression made it evident. She stared at me with a look that I could easily describe as "deadly," to avoid using the word "killer."
"Are you dismissing me, Enrico Bianchi?" She asked with annoyance, hands on her hips, adopting the posture of a genuinely angry woman.
"I wouldn't exactly call it that," I tried to soften the situation. "But there's someone in my life and..."
"Oh, spare me the confessions of a lovesick idiot, please!" She rudely interrupted me. "If you don't want to, believe me, there are plenty of men here interested in me. Eager to have me."
"I'm sure of that, Tayla," I replied humbly. "You're a beautiful and intelligent woman, there's no doubt about that."
Indeed, I believed Tayla would leave the club and find the first available man for her. However, to my surprise, she took a completely unexpected approach.
"Listen here, Enrico," Tayla said, pointing her finger at me. "We're leaving here together tonight. It doesn't matter if you just drop me off at my room, but you're coming with me to that hotel! You owe me that."
That night, I didn't quite understand what Tayla had in mind, and feeling bad for rejecting such a pleasant woman who had accompanied me all evening, I ended up giving in to her request, and we left the club together as she wished.
However, when the next morning arrived and the media announced a supposed relationship between Tayla Corbin and me, everything became clear. I felt guilty for getting involved in this situation. Now, various photos of us were spread across gossip sites, and the people in charge of managing my social media and my press office wanted to know how to respond to the speculations that arose about us.
Although I wasn't officially committed to Rachel, I still didn't want her to see news like this about me, especially when less than a week before, we were together in my bed.
"And so, stud?" Bruno asked, teasingly. "How was the night in the arms of the hottie Tayla Corbin?"
I had just arrived at the hotel restaurant, where the whole team was having breakfast, and I went straight to the table where my colleague was, precisely to avoid the jokes that I knew would come. I wasn't successful.
"You, better than anyone else here, know that I didn't sleep with Tayla," I responded grumpily.
"I don't know..." He was trying to annoy me. "I prefer to believe the gossip sites."
I shot him a look, making it clear that I wasn't at all pleased with his joke.
"Okay," Bruno finally changed his tone. "I was just trying to lighten up that sour face of yours a bit. How about a happy hour later, when we get to London?"
"I think that's a great idea."
Escaping a little more from all the pressure waiting for me at home is always a good idea.
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