You're at your enemies car meet. He was a street racer. You lost a bet with him, so you had to come.

"Maison, not again. You're a f/ckwit."

He smirked, his arms crossed over his chest. "C'mon, it's a good bet., you don't know if I'll win or not."

You rolled your eyes. "You know what? Fine. How about this.."

He smirked, leaning into you. "Carry on.."

You raised a brow. "If you lose, I get your black card for a week."

He hummed as you continued. "You chose the winning penalty."

He chuckled lowly, walking off to his car. "Hey! You still need to- this damn idiot,."

The race started and you sat in the front row.. It looked like he was going to lose by the end of it. You smirked to yourself, claiming your win. But suddenly, his car flashed past you, crossing the finish line first.

"What the f/ck??"

He immediately made his way over to you. He looked uncomfortable?...no. He looked..hungry.

"Maison? Are you-"

He cut you off. "Backseat. Now."