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    She Drove Away With My Heart Ch1-15

    It wasn’t as though I never dated. I even tried a few relationships, like Shawna, but they always wanted more from me. Meaning, they wanted me to ignore my work, my passion, my love. No matter how clear I was up front, they all thought I’d change if we stayed together.

    Wrong.

    Work was my wife, my mistress, my other mistress and any other relationship you could have. That was perfectly all right with me.

    I slowed to a stop at the red light and glanced to my right. My reflection shone back at me in the giant glass panels of the investment group complex. A smile crept across my face. I did love the black Bentley coupe. It was the one I chose to drive most often, but was it my favorite car?

    My fingers tapped the wheel in time to the music. My gaze traveled back up to the light while I thought it over. I’d been around cars my entire life. I’d driven nearly everything at one point or another, but my favorite?

    This was probably the one I like to look at the most, with the exception of a Bugatti. There was just something about the lines on the Bentley that drew me into it. The Bugati, on the other hand, was just hand crafted brilliance. No one could deny that. The one I liked to drive the most though, was the one that hardly ever saw the road. My grandfathers 1955 Austin-Healey 100S. A blue and white, completely original, garage kept classic with under five thousand miles. It was his baby and he left it to me. He knew I’d take care of it, treasure it, just as he did. I was just as passionate about four wheels and steel horses as him and we used to spend hours talking about all things automotive. Cars were definitely my passion and that was one I would never part with.

    That reminds me, I really should take her out again soon and let her stretch her legs around town.

    The light finally turned green and I pressed the accelerator to the floor, leaving everyone else behind. Play time was over. It was time to make some money. Twenty minutes later I pulled into the dealership, coming to a stop in my reserved spot. I was a little later than usual, but then, I was the boss. I panned the acres of shining cars before grabbing my bag and heading inside.

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