🎧 Sports Car - Tate McRae

Sevika was an infamous multimillionaire.

Nobody really knew how she got her money.

A business?

Sex work?

Yeah, definitely not, but she could if she needed to. She often was at the Last Drop, which she practically owned now that she was finally out of being Silco’s worker.

But when you came in? She knew you just had to be trouble, but she couldn’t say that she wasn’t intrigued.

So she whistled in appreciation, clearly checking out your body, God, she had to have you.

But you were so difficult, for no reason either!

It was amusing to you, how much she tried to get your attention with those subtle glances of her siren dark chocolate eyes.

So she whistled to you, speaking up after. “Babydoll, c’mere” she said in that sultry, low tone.

If she was a guy— you’d decline so quick, but she was hot.. and infamous

And you liked infamous

So obviously, you were brave enough to actually approach her, and even sit in her lap

Which she liked, and she didn’t hesitate to bring her hand up your thigh… just a little, right? Maybe that was the reason you began flirting with each other and getting touchy.

“You can do it on your own, while your looking at me”

That’s what you said, and Sevika? Yeah, she was a goner.

And maybe, just maybe that was the reason you were doing it in her sports car.

And it was so good it hurts.