Huh! The great Mr. Valencian couldn’t handle his loss and ran away.

Rolling my eyes, I stood from my seat. The race was almost near the end, but my bladder had other plans. Excusing myself, I climbed the stairs and headed towards the washroom.

“Look who is here!” A group of rugged looking guys whistled as I passed them just outside the washroom area. “Fucking hell, look at those legs, man!”

I gritted my teeth, glaring daggers at them. But I tried to control myself and not give them any attention.

“What’s your name, babydoll? I have two bundles of cash in my pocket right now, interested?” They laughed.

As I turned to them, an arm wrapped around my shoulders and turned me around.

“Em, don’t pay attention to them. They’re dangerous. Just avoid them.”

“Avoid them? Did you hear what nonsense they were spitting out? Let me go so I can teach them a lesson.” I wiggled out of Warner’s hold and tried to go back to them, but he dragged me away.

They whistled and cracked jokes until we were out of the sight.

“Em, please. If you go and say something, it will be worse. They are four and we are just two. So, please, don’t make a scene here,” he talked logic in my head. “So just go inside and come back down,and enjoy yourself, all right?”

I sighed. Maybe he was right. Nodding, I went inside and to take a phone call, he went away. Men weren’t allowed inside ladies washroom, anyway.

Finishing my business, I washed my hands and brushed my waves with my fingers. They went wild with the wind.

Once satisfied with my hair, I grabbed my cap from the counter and exited the washroom. And when I turned...

A yelp left my mouth as a figure towered over me out of nowhere.

FIVE: ALWAYS THE WINNER

“W-what’re you doing here?” I couldn’t even ask without stuttering.

Stormy gray eyes roamed my features, briefly glancing at my lips. They watched me as if they had waited too long…

I gave myself an inner shake. I was assuming things that weren’t possible.

“Well?” Voice firm this time. How did he even enter the ladies washroom? Oh yes, I forgot he owned this whole damn thing.

“Came to see if you’re okay,” he said, deep Greek accent was strong. Was he—mad?

“How many times do I have to tell you that you don’t need to be concerned about me? It’s not your job to care for me.”

“Someone has to if that so-called friend of yours can’t even take a stand for you like a loser he is,” he mocked, gaze hard.

Friend?

So, he knew what happened outside?

My eyes narrowed. “Excuse me? Don’t you think you’re crossing your limits here? You don’t have a right to talk about him in that way!”