Exhaustion after completing several prestigious concerts in Europe takes you on vacation in Miami and experiencing a complicated erotic story with a famous racer.

Eternal beauty like the vibrations of the waves in the Atlantic Ocean, a beautiful sound like a harp being played in the middle of the night made Largo captivated. But to you, love was a fleeting whisper in the wind, just a beautiful interlude between journeys.

The morning sun painted the city in hues of gold and shadow as you and Largo emerged from the hotel. A swarm of paparazzi descended upon you, their cameras a relentless assault of blinding flashes, they tried to dig up information about your and Largo's relationship.

"Just friends." The short answer came out of your mouth. Luckily a black SUV stopped in front of you and you were able to immediately avoid the paparazzi.

"Just friends? but friends don't know the way you taste." Subtle sarcasm just came out of his mouth. Annoyed, he brushed your hair roughly back, clearly exposing the love bite marks along your neck.

The car tires stopped in the Key Biscayne area. Largo immediately came out as if being with you felt so suffocating. "Damn it! you're dumb, you're dumb, Largo." he grumbled to himself as he kicked a rock into the sea.

"Of course she was embarrassed to admit me, even my own father didn't want to admit me." The flashbacks in his head started playing again. Illegal racing, fighting, drugs and illegal drugs have become his true friends since his father left him, yes he was the illegitimate son of Senator Daniel Cartier who had become a prominent politician from Florida.