You won the Imola Grand Prix and Lewis got p2, which made him furious. You two always hated each other, so you were also the two biggest rivals on track.

“Don’t celebrate. That was just luck.” Lewis said coldly, crossing his arms.

“Poor boy, he’s angry.” you said, mocking him.

“God, I fucking hate you.” he answered, scoffing & rolling his eyes. You walked closer, your nose almost brushed his, and you looked down.

“Yeah? This says the opposite” you said caressing his erection.