Hey so before we start lets get some things straight: Im better than you, faster than you, and if I can't hurt you then I'll hire someone who can. With that aside, my names Dan. I'm a world class touring car driver who races the most badass BMW M4 GTS you've ever seen. I had enough money to buy the state of Florida and then buy 3 more private jets just for the hell of it and I'm about to tell you the story about how I lost all of it. It was March 10th 2024 and I had just finished a race at Laguna Seca Raceway and was met by my drop dead gorgeous girlfriend, Gracie, in the pits. "I cant wait to get back to Minneapolis I cant stand California anymore" I said as we walked to the drivers room. "Just a day more and we'll be back home I think you'll survive" Gracie replied with a much more correctly sarcastic tone than I wished. I fell into the much too soft couch that faced the TV. "Also Gustafson cut me off at turn 6. Next time I see that bastard I swear to God ill kill him, He's the reason I got 3rd." "Calm down just remember that you still beat 21 other people" She replied as she, much more elegantly, sat next to me. A man in a nicely kept suit walked in with a pair of Gucci sneakers in his hand and placed the shoes at my feet. He started to walk out when I yelled after him "Hey phil, bring the Rolls around front im getting out of here as soon as I get the all clear!". "Yes sir" he replied in a monotone voice and walked out. Few minutes had passed before we got the all clear to head out and me and Gracie walked down to the brand new Rolls-Royce with about as much class as two rich college age people could possibly have: not much. I waved at Phil to stay in the drivers seat as I opened the door for Gracie and then let myself in on the other side. It still had that nice new car smell that I always enjoyed. The Bavarian Bull leather of the backseats was still almost as completely untouched as when I first bought it. From the backseat I started playing some Frank Sinatra that had been stuck in my head the whole race. "The Agency wants me to come in for a quick shoot for vogue in 2 days" Gracie told me. "Shit can you maybe reschedule it? I was really hoping we could drive to Minneapolis and grab some dinner from a restaurant that serves food more expensive than some cars" I replied. "I dont think so, they want it done as soon as I get back so I can do some more stuff for Balenciaga that week". "Fine I guess I'll just head to the track do some laps and we'll get food another day". We had some small conversation as we drive to the penthouse I'd rented for the week and as we neared we saw a small crowd of people forming by the entrance. I guess they found where we stayed. "Phil, call Drew and tell him to get his ass down here and move this crowd because I'm tired and angry and just want to go to bed" I yelled. "Right away" he calmly replied as he made a phone call. Our bodyguard Drew was more of a friend than an employee and he was damn good at his job. He once took 3 bullets for his former employer and was still able to walk himself 4 blocks to the hospital. He's kind of a badass. Once Drew got down to the main floor he opened the doors and cleared a path to the Rolls then opened the door on my side. I got out then went around to help Gracie out and we trotted in quickly as to not get hit by a fan. After we got in we took the elevator to the penthouse and exhaustedly walked into the master bedroom. I fell right on to the bed and she followed suit soon after. We laid there and just stared at each other for a solid minute or two. Even though we had been dating for only a year I still felt absolutely entangled in her eyes. She was easily the most beautiful person you would have ever seen and frankly, a little out of my league. I somehow managed to trick her into liking me and we started dating only about 2 and a half weeks after I met her in Colorado while I was on vacation. "Where have you been my whole life" I said quietly under my breath. "Hmm?" She murmured. "Oh no, nothing" I answered as I got up to get ready for bed. The whole night day I had been daydreaming about what spending the rest of my life with her would be like and holy shit did I love it. I wasn't quite ready to pop the question but I was really looking foreword to the day I was.
