Coyote stared at the glowing phone screen on the table like it was some kind of warning light on a dashboard. Isabella’s name pulsed there, sharp against the dim glow of his living room. His first thought was Maya. Did Isabella know? Has someone told her? It's very possible Isabella knew a lot about him that not many people knew. His heart drummed against his ribs as the phone buzzed again, and for a moment he almost let it go to voicemail.But curiosity, and maybe fear, won out. He slid his thumb across the screen.“Hello?” His voice came out clipped, a little too cautious.“Coyote,” Isabella’s tone spilled through the speaker, warm and sharp at once, carrying that electric confidence she always wore like perfume. “Finally. I was beginning to think you were going to ignore me.”Her excitement caught him off guard. He expected coldness, suspicion, maybe one of those razor-edged questions she was so good at. Instead she sounded…quite happy. And just like that, the tension in his shou

Coyote woke to the sound of his own rough breathing and the low hum that came out of the air conditioner. His body ached everywhere, especially his hips and groin area, but it was the kind of ache that would make any man grin. He turned his head, and there she was, Isabella, curled up on her side, her dark hair messy against the silk sheets, one arm tucked under her cheek. Morning light slipped through the blinds, cutting across her bare shoulder, making her skin glow like it was painted with gold.For a while, he just lay there staring. A vixen. That’s what she was. Damn! She was so beautiful. She had no makeup on, there was clearly no effort put to look good, and still she looked like she belonged in his sweet dreams. He smirked, remembering last night. Going five rounds and wearing her out. She pushed him too, teased him, clawed at him, laughed, moaned, like she wanted to burn herself into him.Now she slept like they both hadn’t destroyed each other hours ago, and he felt like he

The dressing room smelled faintly of gasoline, rubber, and a kind of nervous sweat that always clung to race day. Coyote sat on the narrow bench, tugging the zipper of his blue NASCAR driver suit up to his chest. His hands were steady but his heartbeat was drumming fast, like his body already knew what was waiting outside. He had been through races before, but this one was different. This was his first real comeback, the one everybody was watching, the one Vincent had twisted into something bigger than just speed and trophies. The door opened without a knock, and Isabella stepped in like she owned the whole damn building. She probably did. Her hair fell loose around her shoulders, gleaming like gold under the fluorescent lights. In her heels, she barely made a sound on the tiles. She leaned down, cupped his face, and pressed a kiss against his cheek. It was soft, but it lingered long enough for him to feel the meaning behind it. “Don’t lose,” she whispered, her voice warm and comma

Rudy’s voice cut through the noise like a blade, sharp and too loud, and for a second, Coyote thought he imagined it. Then he saw him, waving from the pit area, face red, hair sticking out under his cap.“Coyote, over here! They need more photos with the car!”Of course, right when everything was about to crash, Rudy shows up with perfect timing. Coyote almost laughed. Almost.“Yeah,” he muttered to himself, “perfect timing.”[That guy really just saved you right now.]‘And he will never know. I seriously can't handle this relationship talk right now.’[You know this is not a permanent solution, right?]‘I know.’He could still feel Maya’s eyes on him, that mixture of confusion, anger, and something else he couldn’t name. The reporters were already closing in, flashes popping like tiny explosions. His head buzzed with it all.He turned back to her, trying to find the right words, anything that wouldn’t sound stupid. Her expression was unreadable, but her hands were clenched. She looke

[Your status]Name: Coyote WatkinsLevel 1: 895/3000Points: 895Skills: Charisma Boost, Love Detector, Perfect Drift Women fucked: 2Women conquered: 1Potential conquered women: 1 [Maya Patel]Race Wins: 1Team: 1Salary: TBDShop: available [Media Manipulation (500) Enhanced Reflexes (800) Silver Tongue (500)][You had sex with Gwen Watkins a couple of days ago and got 175 points. Then you had normal sex with Isabella Cruz five times a night ago and also you gave her head which is the equivalent of a blowy. That is 50 × 5 + 15 = 440. You won today's race, that gets you 100 points.Plus your 100 harem points for keeping Isabella’s love percentage high, and your existing points of 895, and you got a total of 1535 points.]“I have stacked up quite the number, haven't I?’[Yes, you have.][Do you want to buy anything in the store?]Coyote thought about it for a moment.“Why was I able to use Enhanced Reflexes without buying it during the race?”[I just wanted to show what it can do, b