Hypersonic
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 30
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 30 - Arielle Hawthorne lives for illegal street racing. Fast cars, high stakes, no attachments. Nate Carter races the same streets with reckless swagger and infuriating charm. Rivals by choice and partners by necessity, they’re forced together as rival crews and the police close in. Their chemistry is dangerous, their trust fragile, and falling for each other may be the riskiest move of all.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Crime Humor Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Body Modification Violence
The One Where Shit Hits The Fan
H A Y E S
I hate this.
I hate this so incredibly much.
Not being able to talk to or see Arielle anymore has broken my heart. It seemed so easy for her when I said I’d leave her alone. She didn’t even fight for what we had.
She didn’t budge an inch.
I know I have to move on. I know that I have to prove to her that I’m serious. If you love someone you have to set them free, right?
The worst part of all of this is the way I’ve behaved. She probably sees me as a total jerk now. The way I reacted to seeing the two of them all lovey dovey with one another at that nightclub wasn’t right in any sense.
I didn’t tell her why I’ve been a tad bit angrier than usual. How it’s easier for me to lose my emotions, to get consumed with thoughts as a distraction from reality and I’ve noticed that. It hasn’t flow past me, but I know that it’s completely normal behaviour.
I’m sure if I told her that I recently lost my sister to cancer that she’d understand my behaviour, but I don’t know, I don’t want her to think I’m manipulating her into feeling things that she isn’t naturally feeling. That’s completely and utterly wrong to do.
Besides, I’m trying to deal with these feelings myself. She was my only sister and we were always close, so it’s hitting me really hard, but I’m trying to throw myself into work as a way to deal with the grief.
I can’t help but relate the grief to a type of cancer. It sits hidden in my thoughts like the disease sits hidden in tissue and bone until it makes its appearance known and it hits me like a brick.
I don’t even want Arielle to see me like this. I want to get my shit together before I ever see her again. Maybe then, I could explain what happened and she’d at least forgive me—for both my behaviour and for keeping my job hidden from her.
Although, it’s a bit hypocritical of her to automatically hate me for keeping a secret.
But what do they say? That’s none of my business.
However, I’m happy with how we ended things. It seemed really mature of her to forgive me for my asinine behaviour recently. I guess I expected her to go off on me, but she didn’t and I think it speaks to her character.
Even though we’re officially done now and I promised to her that I’d keep my distance, I miss her like crazy. But I have to push past those feelings and push myself towards other things, like work.
I’ll admit as well that things with Bayleigh were new. I was trying my best to move on and we were only on our second date. I didn’t exactly see a future with her—I find her personality a bit off putting—but part of me feels desperate and lonely.
So, when she called and asked to go dancing when I was done work, I caved. I find ever since splitting with Arielle I’m craving certain types of intimacy—things like holding hands and kissing—and I guess Bayleigh felt like the only option.
I’ve always had a hard time when it comes to women. I’m often seen as dorky and women tend to friend zone me quite often. It’s easy to say that I fall in love quick, and I’ve had my heat broken more times than I can count.
“Yeah, can we just get some coffee?” Karl asks the waitress as she comes around and he hands her the menus. I zone back in, finding it hard to not lose myself in my own thoughts.
I shouldn’t be, though. I’m at work. I should be concerned more with the case we’re on. Well, the case that Karl is relentlessly obsessed with—which just so happens to involve the very person I’m trying to get over.
“So?” Karl starts in my direction, pulling a packet of sugar out of the container in front of him. “What happened?”
Despite his vague question, I know exactly what he’s referring to. He’s inquiring about my night spying on Nate and Arielle—doing his dirty work. As if he talks about anything else.
“Nothing,” I say with a shrug as the waitress brings two mugs and places them down. I absentmindedly watch her as she heads for the carafe.
“Tell me,” Karl snaps.
The waitress fills our mugs, asking if we’d like anything else. Karl brushes her off rudely and I apologize to her before she busies herself with other customers. “Nothing,” I repeat. “He had some friends over, they left, and then Arielle came over.”
Stirring his coffee, he asks, “What’d they do?”
“Sat in his hot tub, made out and then went out.” I swallow hard at the memory as it still sits heavily in he confines of my brain. I didn’t particularly enjoy watching them make out, but like I said, Karl’s an asshole and is blackmailing me into doing it.
I wish I could tell him a lie and say nothing happened, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he has someone watching me to make sure I’m doing what he asks. Karl’s obsessed. He’s consumed with putting Nate and Arielle in prison and I don’t think he’ll stop unless someone’s made him.
“Where’d they go?”
“I don’t know,” I somewhat lie, hoping he won’t press. I mean, when they originally left the hot tub and went into the house, I went home. I didn’t know they were actually going out anywhere, let alone to the very same place I had plans to visit with Bayleigh.
So when I saw them there together, it was as much a surprise to me as it was to them. I didn’t follow her there.
Hell, when they went deeper into the house, I don’t even know where they went. I don’t know if they went to the garage, the living room, the bedroom ... I shrug off that final idea, reminding myself that I need to move on.
“You don’t know?” The way Karl says it, informs me that he’s pissed. “Why are you even a cop again? What the fuck did you do last night that you weren’t watching them like I fuckin’ told you to?”
“I went out. I have a life outside work, Karl.”
“Oh, so the big pussy’s finally moved on from the girl he can’t get?” Karl laughs, mocking me. “You wanna’ tell me how bad shit went when you and your new girlfriend ran into Nate and Arielle?”
How did he—
“What?” He questions when he sees that I’m both confused and caught. “You don’t think I know? I’m impressed that you can so easily lie to my face.”
“I didn’t lie,” I snap, clenching my jaw. “I left when they went inside. I didn’t know where they were going or what they were doing. It was a coincidence that I ran into them.”
“And you didn’t think to tell me because...”
Well, I wasn’t on duty, asswipe. If I’m not at work, it’s not exactly my business to share what they’re doing in their own personal time. I want to tell him that but I know it’ll anger him further, and so I cower back into the normal Hayes that everybody walks all over. I sip my coffee, wishing he would drop this crap.
“You didn’t let me finish.”
Karl sips on his coffee, sitting back in his chair and extending his arms as if to over dramatically tell me to finish. “You’ve got the floor. Finish.”
I fight the urge to roll my eyes. “I was gonna’ say that I didn’t know where they went because I don’t. They could’ve went anywhere between when I left and ran into them at the bar. It wasn’t a lie, I was trying to tell you absolutely everything. There was a good hour or two between and I have no clue what they did.”
“You’re a real good fuckin’ cop, kid.” As he takes a sip of his coffee, he glances at me over the brim, annoyed and pissed at me. “You’re pretty damn well useless.”
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