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Chapter Five

"You look great." AJ said, walking up towards me.

I had picked a silver backless tank and a pair of black hip huggers. With a nod of my head I acknowledged his compliment.

"Let's go." he suggested, grabbing my arm and leading me into the room.

I looked around in disgust. Barely clothed girls were plastered all over the room. So much for him being attached, I mused.

"You dance?" I heard AJ say into my ear. I nodded, trying not to look directly at him. With just the quick glance that I HAD stole I knew he was wearing a maroon t-shirt and khakis.

He pulled me towards him even though it was a fast dance. It had been awhile since I had actually been to a club let alone danced sexily. John, who was ten years my elder, never wanted to go to such places. That was the number one reason he wasn't at Newman's party. Uncertainly I began to swivel my hips to the music, my arms going around his neck. I continued to avoid his eyes.

"Am I that ugly?" he said just a minute into the song.

"What?" I said loudly, trying to be heard over the music.

"You haven't looked at me since I've arrived."

"Well..." I said, pausing. "That's because you're an asshole."

"And your a bitch. Your point being?"

My eyes narrowing I finally looked up at him. Meeting his eyes I saw his lips form a bright smile as his fingers pressed into my hips playfully.

"You better be nice to me at least for tonight. You almost killed me today."

"If I only had the chance." I declared, my nails sinking into the back of his neck. He pulled me closer, my breasts pressing against his chest.

"Well I don't think you should try to kill me until you've had me."

"McLean...even if I was the last woman on earth I wouldn't want you. Try talking to me again when you've chipped a little bit of your huge ego away."

With that I broke free of his embrace, weaving through the crowd and to the door. Right before I closed the door behind me I took one chance look back at him. I was surprised to see him following my every move...his eyes shining with...awe?
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"Where have you been? I haven't seen you since after the race today." John said angrily. I knew the tone well. He had already had one beer too many and it was a little before nine.

"I stopped at Newman's party."

"Why...so he could fuck you?"

I dropped my purse quickly on the bed before walking towards him.

"How could you even say that? I'm wearing your damn ring!"

"Maybe I don't want you too. Your too damn immature Krista." he slurred, prying a cap off another Budweiser. "I'll admit your a hot piece of ass but you're also one world class bitch. I don't need to live with a nag for the rest of my life."

Ever so slowly I began to slide off the engagement ring. I rolled it along my palm for several seconds before throwing at him. It hit him right in the mouth and I couldn't help but watch with satisfaction as a tooth dangled precariously over the beer bottle before falling in with a soft 'plink'.

"You're right John." I said sweetly. "And I don't need to spend the rest of my life with a needle dick. Go to hell baby."

I grabbed my purse and my already packed suitcase, walking out of the suite that technically was mine. He could have it...I never wanted to speak to his filthy ass again.

"Marital problems?"

I paused, my back straightening up.

"What do you do AJ? Stalk me?"

I turned, looking down the hall towards him. He was leaning against the door to his suite, a self satisfied smirk on his olive complexion face.

"I think all of Vegas heard that argument. You got a place to stay?"

"I'm getting my own room."

"I have a spare bed. We're all leaving tomorrow anyhow."

"I'd rather sleep in an alley." I spat, turning around again.

I waited several minutes but he didn't respond. My curiosity getting the better of me I turned only to see that he had disappeared from the doorway. Yet...he had left the door open. Sighing deeply I walked towards the room and inside. I saw him already sprawled on his bed, still fully closed. His eyes were closed but I could tell he wasn't asleep. The corners of his mouth kept twitching.

"Don't say a thing." I ordered. Walking into the bathroom I changed, coming out and sliding into the spare bed without saying a word. The moment I saw him turn towards me I quickly rolled over so that he would be greeted with the sight of my back.

Before drifting off to sleep I couldn't help but wonder what had gotten into him. He was...being nice. Everyone knew that in NASCAR there was love...and there was war. Right from day one we had silently agreed that our relationship would be built on war.

But now...

I had no clue. All that I did know was that if he was using this as a ploy for the championship he had another thing coming.

It was mine. All mine.