Hypersonic
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 94
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 94 - 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 With A Chain Reaction
(One That’s Unexpected)
NATE
The day Arielle was here talking to Hayes, I was—of course—perched opposite the basement door, listening in to everything she was saying.
I heard her talk about a new job. Something about modeling at car expos. I’ll admit, I think the job is beneath her. She’s beautiful enough to be a fucking supermodel. There’s no doubt about that, I think everyone that looks at her would think the same thing.
She also talked about a couple new friends—Nadia and Jin? If I’m recalling their names correctly. I’m unsure of who they are, but I can’t lie. I’m a bit suspicious of anybody new in her life. I know how much influence Ezra has and how badly he wants to fuck up her life. Who’s to say he didn’t plant these people there so he always has eyes on her without her even realizing it? It’s totally within his realm of tricks he holds up his sleeve.
She also talked of the kitten. She named him Storm, surely after the patch on his chest. I can’t begin to explain how happy it makes me to know that she kept him and that he seems to be helping her in these long months. That was my only intention when I first spotted the ad for him online.
She seems to really have a soft spot for the animal. I can’t wait for him to meet his daddy in a more proper way. His mum and I will treat him like the Carter—the King—he is.
I heard Hayes showing her some evidence, as well. Although I obviously wasn’t able to see what he was showing her, after she left, I asked if he would show me what she saw. It was nothing—a bunch of shit that it appears he concocted to continue the charade.
I was upset with him over fabricating evidence. I understand its purpose and why he did it, but it just seemed so cold and calculated. It seemed manipulative to play on her trust and show her shit that was fake—that was produced with the sole purpose of making sure she believes his lies. It’s safe to say he didn’t get my okay before doing so and I’ve strictly forbid him from doing so in the future.
There was even a photograph where he’d photoshopped me into it. We bickered about it for a solid hour before I had to distance myself before we ended up getting into a serious fight. He didn’t seem to understand my viewpoint.
I get what he was trying to do, but I thought it crossed the line of manipulation we’d agreed to. I’d consented to lying to her only to the point that it protected her. Anything else was excessive. Doctoring photos and other paperwork was over that metaphorical line.
That’s been weighing heavily on my mind, but it just adds to the plethora of shit that’s already there.
Every day feels worse and worse. Like I’m not only losing the love of my life, but that I’m losing myself in the process. I’m not who I am without her. It simply isn’t possible.
I’m finding it harder as each day passes and we’re still not reunited.
When I hear Hayes enter the house, I do the usual—waiting for him to close all the curtains and blinds—and then join him upstairs once I get the all clear signal.
Neither of us bother to greet one another. Like I said, shits been rather tense lately and my depressive states aren’t helping the situation.
“It’s finally time, Nate.”
Initially confused, I cock my head in his direction. “You’re gonna’ have to be more descriptive, mate.”
“I have a colleague who’s depositing proof of the affair for Vivien to see.”
The blood drains from my face. “Right now?”
He nods his head in confirmation. “Right now.”
“How long until she gets it?” I immediately get fidgety. I can’t control it, this is a huge fucking step. It’s a gigantic leap in the direction I’ve been waiting to head in for months now.
He glances down at his watch, “A half hour, maybe? He’ll shoot me a text when she gets it.” I notice an envelope under his arm and my curiosity piques. “He’s cornered her in a parking lot. She’s alone. He’s gonna’ put it under her windshield wiper and make sure she’s the only one who sees it.”
“And what if she’s not?”
“He’ll create a distraction or something. If she isn’t alone, he’ll do anything he can to make sure she doesn’t see it.”
“Why is it so important that only she sees it?”
“I don’t want any outside influence.”
My palms are suddenly sweaty. I want to jump for fucking joy and beg and plead to see Arielle. When the fuck can I finally see my girl? I’m fucking dying here. “So, what exactly is the plan?”
“Well, the hope is that she’ll leave him. We’re attempting to slowly take down his hierarchy—one by one.”
My hope quickly dies at that one word. “Define slowly.”
Sounds like my fucking version of the word soon. In other words—who the fuck knows when.
He shrugs, “I can’t. The plan is to start with Vivien. She’s the weaker of the two—of Langley and her. Once we’re able to take down Vivien, then we look to Langley.”
“And how long after getting Vivien do you go after Langley?” I can’t help it, my fists ball in my lap, knuckles turning white. I don’t like the sound of this.
“Nate, it’s not even guaranteed that Vivien will leave Ezra.”
I try to stifle my anger, but it’s so fucking hard. He’s just fucking dangled the dream in front of me, but has left me on shaky, crumbling ice, thinking I can make my way to land.
Deep down, I understand that isn’t his intention, but I’m so stir crazy, it’s hard to control my emotions. I feel like a bottle that’s been shaken vigorously for months now, but the lid has been impossibly secured. I have no fucking relief from this overwhelming pressure.
Why do you think I’ve been boxing so much? I put in—what can only be considered aggressive—amped up music and let it out on the bag. It’s the only way to handle my frustration lately. It’s why I’m in the best shape of my life.
“And if she doesn’t?” My voice is a sharp clip, my teeth knocking against one another at the final letter of the last word that leaves my mouth.
“We try something else. Maybe cause Ezra to get pissed off at Vivien—rack up shopping bills or something. We’ll figure it out.”
I want to snap at him. I swear to fuck, I want to wring his fucking neck. You have no idea how utterly powerless I feel, leaving my entire life in QuickDraw’s hands.
“What are you hiding under your arm?” I dig my fingernails into my jeans, doing my best to not show him how upset I am. I’m positive he can tell to some degree, but we’d only had that conversation not long ago. The one where he told me how much worse I was making shit by laying into him.
He’s working hard. I need to continually remind myself of that. He doesn’t have to fucking help me. He’s going out of his way to do this.
Yanking the envelope out, he places it to the coffee table between us, sliding it close to me. “Go ahead, open it.”
Reaching out, I bring it even closer. Carefully, I undo the tie closure, unwrapping the string. I peer inside, yanking out a photograph. Without glancing at it, I ask, “What is this?”
“It’s the picture proving Ezra’s affair. It’s what my colleague is delivering to Vivien as we speak.”
I put the folder down, lifting the paper to my eyesight. Instantly, I grimace. I can very clearly make out Ezra’s bare ass through a window. There’s a naked woman he’s fucking, with his hands gripping her hips. She appears to be sitting on a sofa, back arched, tits visible.
“We couldn’t figure out who the woman was, though.”
I lean in closer, recognizing that dark brown—nearly black—hair that falls in waves. The full lips and tanned skin.
Hayes must sense that I’ve spotted something because he inquires, “What? What’s wrong?”
“I know her.”
“Seriously? We spent like, two weeks trying to figure out who she is.”
“Her name’s Natalie.”
Bratalie, as Arielle called her. She’s Arielle’s friend James’ ex-girlfriend.
“Ezra set me up with her once to make Arielle jealous. To fuck with her.”
Hayes shakes his head, confused as he furrows his eyebrows.
I explain further, “You’ve met James, yeah?”
He nods his head, “Once or twice.”
“Natalie is James’ ex. Ezra forced me to go out with her. She took me to some party, turned out Arielle was there with James. It became this whole thing.” I glance closer at the photo, curling my lip in disgust to see a man who must be at least thirty years older than her—with greying hair and by the looks of it, skin that has lost its elasticity in age—railing her on a sofa.
I throw it facedown on the table, nearly gagging. “When did they start fucking?” I’m not sure I want to know the answer. She was all over me that night at that chick’s party. To think those hands were all over Ezra’s—
Nope, fuck, new thought.
Is it possible that Hayes doctored this photo too? I mean, I know he made up the other ones, so did he do this? There’s a part of me that wonders. However, it’s not hard to believe that Natalie would be sleeping with a man like Ezra.
“I really can’t be sure. Like I said, we couldn’t figure out who she was. He’s been extremely discreet with her.”
Thinking back on the party, I remember playing some games that night. I can recall this one girl there who was constantly trashing Bratalie. She was sitting by Arielle, which is the only reason I overheard their conversation.
I distinctly remember her stating she’d heard rumours of Bratalie cheating on James with a middle-aged married man. The woman said something about Bratalie having multiple affairs while with James, where it sounds like either James had no idea, or he turned the other cheek.
To me, it sounded like she has some sort of daddy issues. A daddy kink, perhaps.
It didn’t surprise me then and it doesn’t surprise me now.
The fact that bothers me the most about all of this is that when Arielle and I were separated and Ezra had blackmailed me into working for him, he’d actually set me up with Natalie. I remember wondering then how Ezra had made that connection.
Of course, when I met Bratalie and she took me to a party, I didn’t think much of it. Other than the fact that she was insufferable. However, when we stepped into that party and I made eye contact with Arielle—who had James wrapped around her—in a stranger’s house, in a situation where I wasn’t expecting her, I knew something was up.
Then, I found out Natalie was James’ ex.
I believe I thought that it was another one of Ezra’s games. I figured he was still watching Arielle closely, doing whatever he could to piss her off, and because of that, I thought he found James and then sought out his recently single ex-girlfriend. I didn’t think there was any more depth to it than that.
Now, I realize that it’s likely that Ezra had already known Natalie before any of it went down. It was a coincidence that Ezra just so happened to be fucking the girlfriend of someone who randomly became Arielle’s friend and later, ex-boyfriend. Until he must have found out about the whole confusing situation and then used his connection and relationship with Natalie to have her go out with me. All of it in an attempt to get under Arielle’s skin.
I just want to know—did he have her fake being insufferable to torment me like Lieutenant Dickwad had done with his daughter? Or is she really that intolerable?
I’ll admit, I’ve begun to notice a theme with the women that Ezra likes to spend his free time with. They both appear to have similar qualities—selfish, catty, mean, and they are somehow able to tolerate Ezra.
I try to think about what Arielle has told me of Vivien, but there honestly isn’t much I can recall that she’s revealed to me. The most important thing is that Arielle always made it clear that Vivien hates her.
When I worked for Ezra, I saw brief flashes of the woman. She never interacted much with Ezra’s staff—for lack of better word. I don’t know if that was because Ezra was doing his best to keep her away from his business dealings or if it was because of her own reasons.
However, every time I have seen or interacted with her, she comes across as extremely entitled and condescending. She looked down on anyone and everyone and it didn’t surprise me one bit.
The more I think of it, the more I believe that Vivien won’t handle the news of Ezra’s affair well.
If there’s one quality Arielle inherited from her mother, I’d like to believe it’s that she isn’t easily fucked with. Any time that Ezra—or anyone else, for that matter—has crossed Arielle, she doesn’t take very kindly to it. Arielle would likely cut off my balls and feed them to me if I ever cheated on her.
Good thing I have no intention to ever do such a thing.
If Vivien is the same, she’ll be livid about this betrayal.
Vivien has always been obsessive about her image. Never a hair astray. Never a chip in her painted nails. Not a smudge in her makeup. Not a single piece of clothing even remotely out of place. That’s how Vivien Sullivan operates.
Imagine how she’ll feel when she learns about her husband having an affair with a woman less than half his age. A woman who is in the same age group as her daughter. A woman who was—as rumour has it—sleeping with a plethora of older, mostly married men.
That’s a big pool of people fucking multiple people and sharing any and all fluids and germs that come with that. She’ll surely lose her fucking mind at the sound of that.
To add to it, if she ever meets Bratalie, or if she ever researches into who she is, Vivien will be highly disappointed. Natalie is selfish, careless, destructive, and frankly, embarrassing.
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.