This part is a lot shorter than usual because I didn't have much to go on and I felt like making this short would make people want more of it. I usually have a minimum word count of 1,000 words but I made an acceptation for this one. I think this story could even make it to a part 3 if I get enough prompts so yeah, only time will tell.
Remember, you can send me requests in the comments or with a personal message!
————————————————
'Gavin, this is really getting sad.' I cocked my eyebrow, watching as (Y/n)'s ex practically begged me for a fourth rematch for my doll. I could see the desperation in his pathetic blue eyes and suddenly, I remembered why I kept coming back to beat him. I wanted to make him suffer.
'I don't care! One more race! If you win, you can...you can keep my car! I won't lose this time!'
'I like the way you beg. You're like a pathetic puppy sitting for a treat. Fine then, one last race. If I lose, you get (Y/n) back and if I win, (Y/n) is getting your car.' I didn't feel bad in the slightest. Even as he sped to his showy Chevy I didn't feel bad. He deserved all of the humiliation of being beaten by me. I had never we raced anyone before Gavin yet I seemed to be a natural. He dashed to his car, shoving a blonde woman out before starting it.
Once again, I had won.
It wasn't even challenging anymore. He drove like a five-year-old playing Mario Kart. I snatched his keys from his trembling hands and plucked my phone from my pocket, quickly dialling (Y/n)'s number into it. It rung twice before her beautiful voice greeted me from the other end. 'Hey doll. I got a present for you. Meet me at at the car park near the train station, alright? Alright. Trust me, you'll love this. Bye doll.' I hung up and gazed over at the pathetic idiot having a hissy fit beside me.
'How can you beat me? What the fuck is wrong with you? Who are you?'
'A winner. Now, if you don't mind, I'm meeting my lovely girlfriend here and that means you and your victim can leave. We're done here.' I couldn't help but feel incredibly proud of myself for putting the dunce in his place. He now knew his place in the world and it was on his knees in the dirt. Without replying, he shuffled out of the car park, dragging his girl with him.
'Ricky? What is this? Why do you have Gavin's car?' (Y/n) asked after I uncovered her eyes, revealing her new ride.
'I won it for you.'
'For me? As in...it's mine now?' Her eyes began to sparkle like the night starts and I felt my heart melt just like it did when I first met her.
'It's all yours.' The confirmation that it now belonged to her made her suddenly snap into a fit of adorable giggles and victorious chants. She jumped on the spot, the chains on her black leather belt jingling violently. 'Did you want to drive it?' She suddenly froze, letting an embarrassed blush creep across her cheeks.
'I uh...actually...don't know how...'
God she's so cute.
I laid on the hood of (Y/n)'s car with her, my arm around her shoulders and her head on my chest. We had never cuddled before but after the few months of us being together and the four weeks of me teaching her how to drive I felt like we were comfortable enough to hold each other. 'Do you regret staying with me?' I suddenly blurted, my eyes wandering from star to star as (Y/n) processed my words.
'No...not at all. I wish I had met you sooner...' She replied, shifting until she hovered over me, our noses brushing together. 'I...actually love you...a lot. You're so kind to me, you treat me like a porcelain doll...you're just so gentle, never pushing me and letting me go at my own pace.'
'That's how you should be treated. You're more than your body...you're my baby doll. You're the outcome of forced prostitution and a kind heart...'
'You flatter me.' She snickered, leaning forward until our lips connected for the first time. I suddenly felt like my heart about to break out of my chest and release the butterflies in my stomach. (Y/n) just did something to me. Her voice made my mind and mouth disconnect from each other. The way she looked at the cars that passed by reminded me of a child watching their idol on tv. She was amazing. She was so perfect to me I'm surprised she liked me back. Our lips moved in sync, savouring the feeling of pent up emotion. Her hand wandered to my jaw, running her index finger over my skin until we parted for breath. 'I think I love you...' She blushed, suddenly flustered and embarrassed. 'I-I know that probably seems a bit upfront but...god I just can't get enough of you.'
'Now you know how I feel...'
