All my ladies if you feel it
Come on do it
Do it whip your hair
- Willow Smith+ D'Angelo +
"Daytona! What the hell are you doing in there! You've been in there for two hours, and I have to piss!" I banged on the door for the third time. I let out a deep breath when I heard the music on the other side just get louder. I groaned, going back and sitting down on the couch. The sun was set on our first night in Miami, and we had to go to the racetrack soon. Midas had our cars and bikes delivered to a private garage he bought us on the track.
Best brother in law ever?
The door to the bathroom opened, and Daytona stepped out. She was in a cherry red dress. The dress hugged her body perfectly, and in all of the right places, showing off her curves. Her hair was straight, and she had on a minimal amount of makeup. She had on her lip gloss and had a lollipop in her mouth. She grabbed a pair of black strap up red bottoms from her back. She tied them around her legs, and stood up straight.
We weren't racing today, I don't think, but we had to go to the track and sign up. Keenan isn't here to put our names in, so now we have to do it. I licked my lips as my eyes traveled down her body. The poppy flower tattoo on her ankle, which was shaded a red color.
"I thought you had to piss?" She raised her eyebrow, pushing her bags towards the corner of the room. I quickly stood up, and walked toward the bathroom. All of her things were neatly placed on the counter, and nothing was messy. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes. I tried to ignore the inappropriate thoughts that were trying to rush their way into my head.
I did my business, washed my hands, and then ran some water through my curls to define them a little bit before walking out of the bathroom. I grabbed the card to the hotel room, my keys, my wallet, and my phone before watching Daytona shove things in her dress. I raised my eyebrow at her, but she didn't notice me staring. Her ass was perfectly round in her dress.
"Are you ready?" I asked her, and she hummed. I walked towards the door, listening to her heels click as they followed me. I was wearing black slacks and a black button up. I unbuttoned the first two buttons, letting my necklaces and chest show a little. The rings littered my fingers, and you could see my tattoo peaking out on my wrist.
When we reached the lobby, everyone turned to look at us. Daytona held a void of emotions on her face, and I clenched my jaw, glaring at people. We got into the car, and I told Edward where to drive. I looked over to see Daytona looking out of the window in awe at her surroundings. I tapped my foot against the floor, twisting my watch around on my wrist. We pulled up and bright lights were everywhere. The desserted race track was in the middle of nowhere, and people guarded the front door.
I opened the door, making sure I had everything before walking around to the other side. Daytona walked ahead of me a little bit, but was stopped by the guards.
"I need to check for weapons." He said, and she nodded her head, holding her arms out. He patted down her body, and I clenched my jaw. His eyes stared at her, and I watched him linger on her.
"Alright dickhead, that's enough." I spat, pushing Daytona past him gently. She took a second and sent me a thankful smile before he started to pat me down. He moved to the side, letting me go, after giving me a glare. I walked by, grabbing Daytona's arm and pulling her with me.
"You don't leave my sight, you got it?" I spoke harsher than I meant. She glared at me, rolling her eyes, before I released my grip on her arm.
"Then keep up." She turned her back, weaving through people. With her only being around five-three to five-four, I was able to keep up with me being almost a foot taller than her. She walked into the main office, and it was quiet. She let out a deep breath and walked up to the desk.
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RomanceBook 3 Of The Card Deck Series; D'Angelo Austin was always someone that struggled with his image. Trying to hold himself to his above perfect standards, and not let anything get in the way with that. His obsession with cars drove him away from peop...