No Strings Attached My Brother’s Best Friend

"Cole Williams, a cool and ruggedly attractive rider, is set to take home the victory in today's race. For the past two years, he has won every race, so his fans are giddy with anticipation of seeing him win again today. Even I'm confident." The commentator chuckled as he said to the audience on camera.

Cole was waiting impatiently for the race to begin while seated on the bike, helmet on. He was donning a black helmet and a black and grey outfit. He was everyone's crush and was so hot that he could make any girl swoon. Every woman yearned to be with him. He had a breathtakingly hot appearance, and when he rode the bike, he drove everyone insane with his style and attitude.

He was a bad boy, the devil, no one dared to argue with him. He had a habit of sleeping with a different girl every night because he was a philanderer. One nightstand that met his bodily demands and let him relax was all he was interested in. Love and all was bullshit for him, and he had no faith in forever, he thought everyone leaves eventually just like his mother had left him and his father. He became enraged whenever someone brought up love. In his opinion, no one actually loves anyone in this life; love is just a big fat lie.

A massive crowd had gathered to watch the race, and they were all cheering for Cole. A girl stood in the crowd, wearing a black denim jacket and concealing her face with a scarf and cap. Her eyes were sparkling with excitement, and they were glued to Cole, proclaiming loudly that she is the purest and most innocent soul on the planet. Her hair was fluttering in the breeze while she was constantly praying to God to make him win the race today as well.

She was his secret admirer who came to see his all races covertly. She wasn't like his other fans who just wanted him; she adored him and prayed for his happiness every day. She was only breathing because of him only as his name was written in every breath she took. She gave him her heart and soul the day she laid eyes on him. She loved him selflessly in a way that no one else ever did.        

 Even though their love was one-sided, she couldn't stop herself from loving him because it was the only thing that made her happy. If she had stopped loving him, she would have lost the only source of her joy, forgotten how to breathe, and eventually died.

But why did she go see his race while concealing her face? Whom was she trying to hide her face from?

When the race began, that girl's heartbeat accelerated with the speed of the bike.

She cheered enthusiastically for him as she saw him on the large screen. When he came to the second position, she became quiet and silently prayed for him, "please... please God, make him win."

When he regained the number one spot, her eyes again shimmered and she jumped to her place, squealing merrily.

Cole won the bike race as usual, and his secret admirer's eyes twinkled with delight and her lips drew up to a broad smile behind the scarf, this time her smile reached her eyes. Anyone could tell she was smiling cheerfully by looking at her eyes without seeing her lips.

When the chief guest presented him with the trophy and the cheque, she photographed him with her instant camera. She took his photo in her hand and moved it toward her lips before kissing it; she wanted to kiss him like this. She loved taking photos of all the happy moments, especially his.

"Congratulation, my Biker. Hope you win all the races in future as well." She murmured merrily and kissed his photo again.

***

After the race, Cole directly reached his best friend's house to celebrate his triumph.

His friend, Ethan Jones welcomed him with a warm hug. "Congratulations, Bro. I'm so proud of you." Happiness was clearly visible in his eyes seeing his best friend's success.

"Thanks, Bro," Cole said as they broke the hug and smiled at each other.

Ethan and Cole had been best friends since they were kids. Their personalities were utterly opposites. Ethan handled his father's business while Cole was a bike racer, Ethan was devoted to his girlfriend and adored her while Cole brought a new girl every night, Ethan was a gentleman while Cole wasn't even close. They only had two things in common: they both had a heart of gold but Cole never showed the world, and also they were equally hot and charming.

They were like brothers who would do anything for the sake of each other's happiness, even die with a smile for each other. Their bond was strong and unbreakable.

"You must be tired, let's sit down." As Ethan said, they settled down on the sofa in the hall.

"Sweetie! Please come downstairs. My best friend won the race again." Ethan squealed with delight.

Cole simply smiled at him, seeing that he won the race, but Ethan was happier.

Reyna Jones, Ethan's sister, arrived with a huge smile on her face and politely congratulated him. "Cole, congratulations."