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

For a Couple Hours (45)

You kept your voice low to not get the attention of your father, "This isn't funny! You're gonna kill a widow to inherit her money..."

You stared at Diego with a cold glare, trying to read his thoughts through his eyes.

You felt an intense anger wash over your body as you thought about how someone could do something so immoral. You kept your gaze locked with Diego's, your expression clearly conveying your displeasure.

Diego let out a small sigh as his expression shifted to a guilty smile, "Y/N, you know I have no choice, right?"

"No choice?" You scoffed. "You always have a choice. You're just making shitty excuses not to be the bad guy here. How could you lie, pretend to love her, and then just throw it away once she dies for her money?" You whisper-yelled at him.

"You have no idea what I've gone through growing up, Y/N." Diego said in a quiet, serious tone.

You were a bit taken back by his words. Unsure how to respond.

Diego continued, "I don't enjoy lying to her. I can't tell you the number of times when I've been tempted to just tell her. But, life is throwing me an opportunity and I'm not gonna waste it."

You kept your cold glare at him, "You think you can just use your childhood as an excuse?"

"Not everyone was blessed like you, Y/N! You don't understand how grateful you should be that you were born into your family! A successful, lineage of famous Jockeys. The generational wealth, this estate you live in, having servants come by the house, not just anyone is lucky enough to get that!" He started to raise his voice a bit.

You quickly looked at your father's study and saw the door closed, thankfully he must not hear what Diego and you are discussing.

You nodded in acknowledgement, "You're right, Diego. I don't know what you've gone through in your childhood. I'm sure it was rough." You started to say with a hint of sarcasm.

It was true, you had grown up in a wealthy household, surrounded by a legacy of success. You knew that you were privileged to have been born into a family that was so well-known and respected.

Diego started to feel a bit of your sarcasm, but didn't acknowledge it, "That's why I always come here to visit your father. Because for a couple hours, I can forgot about my childhood. For a couple hours, I feel I actually have a father."

You listened intently to what he was saying, not speaking up a word.

As Diego spoke of the comfort that your father provides, you remember your father telling you that Diego only had his mother who died when he was around 6yrs old. And for all these years, your father had been there for him, treating him like a son.

You felt bad for reacting with sarcasm instead of empathy. You understood why he valued his interactions with your father so much.

You took a deep breath, "Why did you come over and have sex with me last night?"

"I just needed relief... to take my mind off the whole thing." He replied softly, his expression revealing a hint of sadness. "The reason why I've been busy the past couple of weeks was to deal with her."

You were at a loss for words, hearing him say that. It was clear now that your affair was a one-night stand and nothing more. You suddenly felt like a piece of trash, a tool that he had used for his pleasure.

"The last time I got with someone was that night at my place with you. And... you're fun to be around. Sorry, Y/N. If... that's not what you wanted to hear." He tapped his fingers softly on the table.