"Did anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are?".

Yes, duh.
Anastasia just blushed silently and turned her eyes back on the view in front of her. She was leaning against David's dark blue BMW M3 2016. His car was faster than the C5 and he knew how to drive, Anastasia had to admit. It was obvious how he won the last race - his car was nice. But other than that, this man had nothing to offer and he was getting on Anastasia's nerves.

David pushed himself in front of Anastasia, blocking the view behind him, forcing Anastasia to look into his eyes. She knew the face expression all too well - this guy wanted to fuck her so badly. You can see it in their eyes and the way they look down at you, like prey. "I mean it. I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you".

A chuckle fell of Anastasia's lips and she watched him tuck a hair strand behind her ear. Her lips curled up into an amused smirk. "Don't even try, David".

"What?". He looked at Anastasia, cocking a grin once she placed her hand right on his chest.

"I'm not gonna sleep with you", Anastasia pushed David away from her in a swift movement when she pushed her hip off the BMW.

"Really?", David caught Anastasia's wrist, forcing her to face him once again.

"You're gonna have to win first". Her voice was bold. David hasn't seen such a confidence yet. He dropped her hand the moment her cold gaze met his eyes.

"Looks like I'm gonna have to race the old Corvette", David said when he got into his car,"I will win. And I'm waiting for you at the finish line".

Anastasia couldn't hold back her laughter. "That's easier said than done, David".

"Watch me", David winked and pushed the gas pedal, speeding downhill back to the race track,"We can go for a quick round".

Anastasia was biting her lip so hard so she wouldn't blow her cover. She was laughing on the inside, because while this David actually believed he'd impress Anastasia, he just gave her an ace she'd use.
David on the other hand believed he was turning her on.

What a fool, Rafe thought. His ocean eyes had been watching the M3 the moment he won the second race and Anastasia wasn't there to congratulate him at the finish line. Rafe Cameron got out of the car and looked for Anastasia, pushing away all of those pretty girl throwing themselves at him. He had to find Anastasia.

Now he found her next to the guy, who she'd race, driving a round for fun. Anastasia was sitting so casually and calm in his car, which was going a crazy speed, David should've known by then Anastasia wasn't your ordinary girl. He didn't once look at her, too focused on the race track.

Once he held at the finish line, his head whipped around to Anastasia for the first time since they got into his car. He looked at the girl next to him, who had already opened the door. She left with a short:"Thanks".

David was too flabbergasted to answer her after watching her ran off. Anastasia even left the car door wide open.
Her long and elegant steps brought Anastasia back to the side of the crowd, to the red Corvette and most importantly: back to Rafe Cameron.

"You good?", he immediately asked, sending a death stare over to David after making sure Anastasia was alright.

"Yeah", Anastasia giggled, looking Rafe into his ocean eyes,"I'm excited".
Rafe couldn't help himself but chuckle seeing the girl in front of him excited like a small child.

"How are we going to win against a BMW?", Rafe asked. He had been wondering about that since he saw what kind of car they had to win against. The BMW M3 was younger than his car, had better tires. This was the type of car you'd win with.

"Watch and learn". Anastasia's lips curled up into a smirk. Rafe couldn't help himself but admire the girl in front of him. She was so confident, which was attracting him even more. Everything about her was mesmerizing: her eyes, her lips, her body wrapped in his shirt.

His eyes followed Anastasia when she turned around and walked over to the Corvette. Their eyes met one last time when she opened the door. One glance spoke a thousand word: They had to win this race.

Anastasia got into the red Corvette and started to engine. She was excited, focused; ready to beat David's ass.
She rolled up to the starting line, next to the BMW. David was already behind the steering wheel, looking over to the red car next to him.

He desperately watched the window roll down, waiting to see the tall, dirty blonde guy, who had been driving this car and won both of the rounds. David wanted to know what maniac he'd race.
David was speechless once the window was all rolled down.

Two hazel eyes were staring right back at him.
A superior grin was on her glossy lips.
An expression so stern and confident David was intimidated.

"This is a joke right?!". David laughed out loud. He was supposed to race the girl, who didn't know shit about cars or racing?

"I'm afraid, it's not", Anastasia responded cold. Her siren gaze struck David so hard he stopped laughing.

His head slowly turned around and he faced the track in front of him. Anastasia caught David off guard and he tried his best to get it together. But he was purely scared about the way she looked at him; like she'd eat him whole.

David looked around the crowd. Everyone was staring at him, gossiping that he was racing against a girl no one knew. What if he'd loose? He just couldn't.

His eyes focused on the road, whereas Anastasia was looking at him. David looked like a small kid that had to concentrate for one of the easiest tasks. He was clearly tense, nervous - easily startled.

A woman stepped in between the cars, counting down, waving a flag. Engines revved. Go.

Anastasia and David sped off. After the first three curves they were still head against head, but curve four was next: a narrow turn where two cars next to each other just wouldn't fit. Anastasia and David both knew, but neither of them hit the brakes. Instead they pushed the gas pedal even further.

One would have to brake or they'd crash.
The road was still wet.
They approached the curve, red up against blue.
No one was going to brake, until -

Tires squealed.
The crowd gasped, then cheered.

David didn't know what happened. Anastasia disappeared in curve four and he easily passed it. But the screams and shouts upset him. He decided to take a look over his shoulder, even though he was leading.
He just gasped at what was happening behind him in curve four.

The red corvette was still at curve four, tires squealing. Anastasia was calm as usual in the red Corvette as she was drifting another three sixty in the curve.
Everyone cheered for her.

David was startled. Why was she doing tricks in a race? He was shocked. Surprised by her skill as well as her self destruction. The guy, who raced the corvette before her wasn't the maniac - Anastasia was.

Anastasia just grinned once she drifted the last meter and continued to race on the track. David acted just like she expected: he was too startled and forgot what he was supposed to do. He lost all of his speed and acceleration.

The red Corvette passed him with ease accelerating to maximum speed. 180 MPH.
Anastasia was just racing, she was flying over the track. David tried to keep up, but failed miserably. Maybe his BMW could've caught up with her, but his skills weren't up to that. No one could keep up with the way Anastasia was taking those curves and turns.

Anastasia passed the finish line way before David. She cheered almost as much as Rafe. He was jumping up and down, screaming and yelling:"That's my girl!".

Her heels hit the asphalt underneath the car once Anastasia opened the car door and she immediately looked for Rafe, who was already running up to her. Within seconds his arms wrapped around her body and Rafe lifted her up with ease, twirling Anastasia around. Both their laughter echoed in the air.

"What the hell was that?!". A car door slammed. Rafe placed Anastasia back on her feet once he saw David walk up to them. His lips curled up into a smirk, knowing Anastasia was going to destroy him.

"Hmm", Anastasia hummed when she turned around to face David,"I won".

"You?! You didn't win!", David yelled,"You tricked me!".

A scoff fell off Anastasia's lips and her pearly whites grinned at David. "I won fair and square".
He was grinding his teeth.

Anastasia just leaned even closer to David, who was about to explode from anger. Her voice was angel like:"Looks like I was waiting for you at the finish line and there's nothing you can do about it".

"It's not my fault you're flabbergasted when I have some fun on my race track", she continued. Rafe just smiled, watching David stare at Anastasia and turn red like a tomato.

David took a deep breath and scoffed:"Next time I'll-".

"-I will win again, and again and again", Anastasia cut him off, her eyes sending death threats,"Because that's what I always do".

"And now get the fuck away from her", Rafe hissed towards David,"You're done".
He had enough. Rafe won this race and a shit ton of money thanks to Anastasia. Now it was time to celebrate.

Rafe intervened his fingers with hers and lead the way back to the Corvette, where he got into the driver seat. Anastasia sat down on the passenger side.
"Did you like your surprise?".

"I loved it", Anastasia chuckled and couldn't help herself but stare at Rafe, who just smiled hearing her response. "Where are we going?".

"Charleston", Rafe answered and his lips curled up into a smirk,"I may or may not have another surprise".

Hazel eyes trembled up and down Rafes body. Anastasia wondered what had happened to the man next to her; a year ago he was a boy only interested in sex and drugs - which was exactly what Anastasia needed at the time. But now, a year later Rafe had changed just like Anastasia did. Both grew up, matured and somehow they didn't grew apart. Instead Anastasia felt closer to Rafe than ever. For the first time she had the feeling he actually cared for her, all of her and not just her body.

Anastasia didn't know he had always cared for everything of her - Rafe just didn't know how to show it other than physical intimacy.

Now that he knew how to treat a woman, Rafe wanted to treat his Anastasia - the woman his heart would always beat for. She was there for him, when everyone else had already left him on his own; even his own family.

They were there for each other in times of darkness.
If it wouldn't have been for the toxicity between them, maybe Anastasia and Rafe would still be a thing. Or maybe after all this time and growth: they will be something again.

"I'll be right back", Rafe smiled and got out of the Corvette. He filled the tank at the gas station and came back with a bag, that he dropped in Anastasia's lap.

Once she took a look inside the bag, Anastasia squealed:"You got Sour Patch!".

"Your favorite", Rafe chuckled and his face lit up once he saw how happy Anastasia looked at him,"I know".

"Wait", Anastasia giggled and watched Rafe start the Corvette once again,"Where are we going?".

"You'll see". His lips curled up into a laugh and he started driving once again. Anastasia couldn't help but laugh.

Wildest dreams by Taylor Swift was playing.