Fake dating my Worst Nightmare

The engine screamed so loudly as Kai pushed the open wheel car to its highest limit on Apex Motorsports Academy’s international racing track competition. He drove so quickly and naturally through the tracks . He sped off even more enjoying the multiple screams from his fans cheering him loudly, Kai lived for this moment, the raw power, the razor sharp focus, the feeling that he owned the entire track and nobody else could come close to him. He blasted across the finish line first. As expected for the Talented Kai.

Kai drove into pit lane, stopped the engine, and took off his helmet. Sweat dripped from his messy dark brown hair as he gave the cameras that signature cocky, million-dollar grin. At twenty-five, he was the golden boy of American open-wheel racing, tall, ridiculously handsome with piercing green eyes, a chiseled jaw, and the kind of presence that made sponsors throw money at him. He was the face of the Racing Group. Not Until his phone started exploding the second his boots touched the ground.

Buzzing from different phones and loud notification came and he could see the crowd checking their phones out.

Kai frowned and pulled it out. His stomach dropped as the headlines flooded the screen.

“BREAKING: Kai Caught Leaving Exclusive Gay Club in LA Photos Inside”

“ Is America’s Favorite Racing Heartthrob Hiding a Secret Life?”

“Major Sponsors Drop Harlan Racing Over Family Values Scandal”

“Is the Golden Boy’s Career Finished?”

The photos were grainy and clearly manipulated by someone who actually looked like him leaving a club he had never been to in his life. But the internet didn’t care. The comments were already in the tens of thousands. Hate, mockery and betrayal.

“What the actual fuck is this?!” Kai roared at the top of his lungs.

He hurled his helmet across the pit lane with violent force. It smashed into a metal tool cart with a deafening crash, sending wrenches, sockets, and equipment flying everywhere. Mechanics jumped back in fear. His manager Victoria came running, tablet in hand, looking pale.

“Kai, just breathe for a second..”

“Breathe?!” he bellowed, green eyes blazing with pure rage. “This is fake! All of it! I was at the sponsor dinner last night, not some goddamn club! Who the hell let this happen?!” He snatched the tablet from her and scrolled furiously. Two major sponsors had already pulled their multi million dollar contracts. A third had sent a cold “re evaluating partnership” email. His social media was a warzone, half the fans calling him a liar and a fraud, the other half turning into conspiracy theories. The women who drilled all over him in the past were dropping disgusting comments.

“This is Damon Voss,” Kai snarled, pacing like a caged animal. “That jealous piece of shit has been after my seat all season. He finally grew the balls to play dirty.” He suddenly spun toward the head mechanic, who was standing frozen nearby. “You! Where the hell was our security team? How did these photos even get leaked? You’re fired! Pack your shit and get off academy grounds. Now!”

The man’s face went ghostly white. “Mr. Harlan, please, I had nothing to do..”

“I said you’re fired!” Kai shouted, his voice echoing across the entire pit complex. Heads turned. Phones came out but he didn’t care.

He pointed at two junior engineers who had been whispering by the garage. “You two as well! If this shit slipped through on your watch, you’re gone too! Clean out your lockers immediately!”

Panic spread like wildfire through the pit crew. People started backing away, someone was already recording the meltdown on their phone. Kai’s handsome face was twisted with fury as he stormed toward the main academy building, Victoria hurrying to keep pace. Students and staff scattered in the hallways as he passed, whispering frantically behind his back.

Inside the top floor executive suite, Kai slammed the heavy oak door so hard the glass panels rattled violently.

“Fix this right now,” he demanded, slamming both fists down on the desk. “I don’t care how much it costs or who you have to bury. Sue every single website that posted those photos. Pay whatever it takes to keep the sponsors. And get me Damon Voss’s head on a platter. I want that bastard expelled by tomorrow morning!”

Victoria raised her hands, trying to calm the storm. “We’re already on damage control. The legal is drafting out plans already. PR is preparing a statement. But Kai… this is spreading extremely fast. The perfect golden boy exposed narrative is everywhere.”

Kai raked a hand through his damp hair, breathing hard. His chest heaved with barely contained rage. “Then give them something better to talk about. Anything! I want this buried before it destroys everything my family built.”

Victoria paused, her expression turning serious. She slid a fresh tablet across the desk toward him. “There’s something else making this worse. While the scandal broke, an internal blog post started circulating like poison through the academy. It’s adding fuel to the fire, painting you as exactly the kind of villain people want to believe right now.”

Kai grabbed the tablet, eyes narrowing dangerously as he began reading the title of the viral post. His blood boiled hotter.