Racing Rivals, Racing Hearts ☆ [Diego Brando x Reader]

Settle the Argument (28)

☆ Slight smut

You entered your family's estate, returning home after the race. Your father, Louis, was in his study. He glanced up from his paperwork as you entered.

"Y/N, you're back," he said, his voice warm but filled with understanding. He didn't need to ask about the race; he already knew the outcome of the race with the return of Diego Brando.

You nodded as you leaned against the doorway. "Yes, Father. Diego's back."

Louis sighed, placing his pen down and leaning back in his chair. "I see. The rivalry between you two will surely heat up again."

You let out a heavy breath, still filled with frustration from Diego's antics, "It already has, Father."

He regarded you with a knowing look. "Remember, Y/N, racing is about more than just winning. It's about the spirit of competition and the pursuit of excellence. Don't let your rivalry with Diego consume you."

You nodded, appreciating your father's wisdom. "I won't, Father. I just... It's just frustrating sometimes."

He gave you a reassuring smile. "I know, my dear. Now, go freshen up and relax. You've had a long day."

Taking your father's advice, you headed upstairs to your room. The hot shower helped relax your body, but it couldn't wash away the lingering anger you felt towards Diego.

As you settled into your room, you couldn't shake the feeling that your argument with Diego was far from over. His audacity continued to fuel your annoyance.

You needed answers, clarity, and perhaps, a way to ensure he wouldn't pull such a stunt again.

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With resolve, you decided to confront Diego. You knew where he lived, a beautiful house— though nothing of comparison to the elegance of your family's estate.

Walking up to front door, you knocked on it with a bit of eagerness. When he answered the door, his smirk appeared as quickly as you had anticipated.

"Well, well, if it isn't my fiery rival," he teased. "Did you come to settle our little argument?"

You brushed past him, ignoring his attempts at charm, and took in the surroundings of his home. The decor was stylish but lacked the elegance you were accustomed to. "Not here for pleasantries, Diego. Let's get to the point."

He sighed as he closed the front door, "Alright. But first, allow me to give you a tour of my humble abode."

You cut him off, unwilling to let him divert the conversation. "I'm here to settle the argument, Diego."

He shrugged, leading you to a spacious living room. "As you wish, Y/N. Have a seat. Want me to prepare some tea?" You took a seat on the couch.

You declined his offer of tea and got straight to the point. "What was the meaning of your actions after the race, Diego? The whole holding me by the waist and keeping me at your side?"

Diego's eyes never left yours as he sat in a nearby chair and leaned back, a hint of admiration in his gaze. He had a way of looking at you, a way that made your thoughts scatter and your heart race.

You started to give up with the argument as Diego seemed more interested in studying you than engaging in a serious discussion. His eyes often drifted to your lips, and the tension in the room grew.

You continued to press him for an answer, but Diego remained silent. His silence was maddening, and you could feel your resolve weakening.

"Diego, please," you said. "I need to understand why you did what you did. It's important."

He finally broke his silence, his voice low and smoky. "Y/N, you're quite the woman. So strong, so independent. It's... intoxicating."

You blinked, thrown off by his unexpected response. "What are you talking about?"

Diego got out his chair as he went to join you on the couch.

Diego leaned in closer, his voice a seductive whisper. "I can't help but be drawn to you. Your spirit, your determination. That's why I pulled you closer, why I kissed you. I wanted to see how you'd react."

You stared at him, a mixture of anger and confusion swirling within you. "So, this was all some sort of test?"

Diego's lips curled into a sly smile. "In a way, yes. I wanted to see if you'd play along. But I also wanted to see if you feel what I feel when we're close."

Your anger flared once more, but this time, it was tinged with something else, something you couldn't quite define. "Diego, you can't just manipulate situations and people to satisfy your curiosity."

Diego sighed, his expression softening. "I don't see why not, it's easy to do. I just had to know, Y/N."

You shook your head, feeling conflicted. The argument seemed to have taken an unexpected turn, leaving you with more questions than answers.

He leaned forward slightly, "Perhaps we're getting to a much more interesting place, Y/N." He gently placed a hand on your thigh as he slightly rubbed it.

"This isn't the way to settle anything, Diego."

He chuckled softly, his fingers tracing a path along your thigh. "Maybe not. But it's certainly more exciting, don't you think?"

Your heart raced, torn between the anger that burned within you and the undeniable attraction that drew you to him. Diego had a way of unsettling you, of making you question everything you thought you knew.

As he leaned closer, his lips dangerously close to yours, you knew you had a choice to make. Would you give in to this intoxicating tension, or would you stand your ground and demand the answers you sought?

The decision was yours to make, and it would undoubtedly shape the course of your rivalry with Diego.

"Diego..." you softly breathed out.

You looked into Diego's eyes and found yourself unable to resist the lure of the moment.

You leaned in closer to Diego, allowing him to pull you towards him as you went into his arms. His lips met yours in a passionate kiss, sending an electric jolt through your body.

The tension that had been building between the two of you was finally released as Diego wrapped his arm around you and gently rub your back while he kissed you passionately.

You felt your body giving into Diego's seduction as his hands worked their way down your back and he pulled you closer.

You and Diego are rivals, and you're supposed to be mad at him right now. But how can you focus on that when Diego's lips are on yours?

Diego pulls away slowly, "I feel you're still mad. Let's settle the argument," he smirks a bit, "Why don't you take that anger out on me in a way that'll feel good for the both of us, hm?"

You take a few moments to consider Diego's words.

The way Diego was looking at you, the way he was touching you, it was all too much for you to bear.

You could feel yourself giving in to him, and a part of you enjoyed it. You weren't sure if you were angry or aroused... Or both.

You're still upset that Diego tried to manipulate you, but you also can't deny the heat and passion that he is stirring up inside you.

You finally spoke up with a tone laced in annoyance, "Just what do you have in mind, Diego?"

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