You ride. I ride.

1. That red dress

Dom's POV

"Letty, bring me a Corona from the kitchen," I demanded whilst continuing to stare at the TV screen in front of me. Vince on my right had just passed my car and was now speeding towards the finish line. Jesse had already crashed his car into a retainer wall with 130, lying dead in the bushes somewhere.

"Hell, yeah!" Vince yelled in ecstasy as he crossed the finish line. He high fived Jesse and looked down at me with pity. "It's official. I'm the king."

"Hu," I grunted. "You might be the king in video games but in real life, out on the streets, it's still me."

Letty came into the living room with Mia by her side. "My corona," I stood up aiming to take the Corona from Letty's hands. Instead, she brought it up to her own lips, sighing satisfied as she took a sip. I squinted my eyes, glaring at her in a hateful way.

"What?" She asked innocently. Her shy expression turned into a smug. "Oh, you really thought I'd bring you your beer? That's cute." She tapped me on my forehead as you would do with an infant. The whole team laughed at me. She really knew how to get under my skin.

"You know what's really cute though? Thinking that it would stop me," I snatched that bottle out of her hands, gulping the rest of the bottle down as if it were water. I threw the bottle carelessly to the floor, hearing the glass shatter on the tiles.

Although she should be pissed off her smile turned into a devilish grin. She didn't look like she just had been played, she looked satisfied. As if her plan had just fallen into place. "I knew you'd do that so I spit in it earlier." A laugh escaped her lips. For a second, the room grew quiet. Then, everybody started joining her laughter. I immediately ran to the sink, trying to flush the rest of the Corona out with water.

"I thought you'd like that. Seeing how all those skanks stick their tongue down your throat!" Letty continued to tease, making sure that everyone knew who was boss. I playfully placed my hand over her mouth, stopping her from talking.

Although Letty and I were good friends, rumour had been going around that she was into me. Ever since she was ten she had been fascinated by me and my cars, yet I only saw her as a friend. She probably was the only girl I wouldn't sleep with. Or maybe I would, once I run out of skanks, I thought, chuckling to myself.

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"Dom!" She yelled in ecstasy as she came, digging her fingernails further into my back. I grinned at what I had achieved and pulled out of her. She was still recovering from her orgasm as I tossed the condom into the garbage bin and pulled my shorts back on.

"Aren't you staying?" The blonde asked, hoping this would be more than just a one-time thing. Sadly for her, I don't do relationships. She was just another one-night stand in a row of endless skanks.

"No, sorry," I hopped out the window onto the lawn and headed towards home again.

"Dom!" I heard her yell after me as I got into my car. I always hated when girls tried to convince me to stay. You should show some pride when getting dumped. Have some self-respect.

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"Happy Birthday, son." My father shook my hand, patting me on the back simultaneously. "You're 22, now. Start behaving like it." He smiled at me, showing me that he meant it in a funny way.

"Brother, congratulations!" V, Jesse and Brian hugged me one at a time.

"Come on guys, leave some room for me." My little sister Mia wiggled herself through the crowd wrapping her arms around me. "Happy birthday, Dom." I smiled at her.

"So when's the party tonight?" Jesse asked.

"Who said you were invited?" Letty made an entrance without congratulating me. She was never one to make a fuzz over birthday celebrations. When she had turned 16 a few months ago, she fled from her own birthday party to compete at a street race.

"It's not as if you guys weren't around here 24/7 anyways," Mia commented. To avoid the conversation she took Letty's hand and pulled her upstairs, probably planning on what to wear for tonight. As always you could hear Letty complain about Mia's interest in fashion.

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My arm was loosely wrapped around the waist of some blonde chick when Vince came stumbling towards me. He was holding a bottle of vodka in his hand, presumably his second one.

"You gotta see the girls, man. I've never seen such a hot chick." He mumbled as he put his weight on my right side. He was probably talking about some half-naked chick who was stumbling across the dance floor. Yet, somehow this girl seemed to be so hot that his pupils were dilated.

What girls, I was about to ask when a slim, yet curvy figure came walking down the stairs. Wow. This must be her. My hand immediately left the waist from the chick I was holding onto a second ago. I swallowed abruptly as my eyes raked over this beauty. Who was she? And who brought her here? Her red dress was hugging her curves in the right places, showing enough leg to see that they were toned and slim, but not enough to reveal too much, making my imagination go crazy. Where had this angel been all my life? I straightened up as my eyes caught a glimpse of her cleavage, staring at her breasts for a few seconds as the girl came closer. What am I saying? This wasn't a girl, this was a woman. I felt my jeans get tight around my crotch, by just watching her. Uncomfortably, I covered my crotch with my hands, my eyes not once leaving the chest covered by that red dress.

"You know that my eyes are up here, don't you?" A familiar voice, belonging to a certain Latina, pulled me out of my thoughts.

Unable to form a complete sentence I mumbled huskily: "Letty?"

She grinned satisfied and proud of the effect she had on me. "Happy birthday, idiot." She hugged me tightly, pressing her body against mine. Inevitably, she noticed the bulge in my pants, raising her eyebrows cockily.

"That must have been one hot skank," she looked at the blonde behind me, acting all innocent. It was obvious she knew that it was because of her. And I also knew that she was going to use it against me.

"Letty, don't make it harder than it already is," I muttered, forgetting the ambiguity in that sentence.

"That's what he said," she chuckled. "You know, I'm surprised that you have been able to concentrate on my face for that long. I thought you would be staring at my chest again," she grinned widely. Out of instinct, my eyes fell to her breasts, which I didn't recall she had yesterday, or this morning. When did Letty glow up like this? The last time I remember she was wearing sweatpants covering her ass, hiding the body beneath it. I tried to focus on her eyes again as she said: "Let's see how strong your will power is." She jumped up and down a little, making her boobs jiggle. I groaned slightly as my eyes fell onto her chest again.

"Ah, just failed," she said. "Look, Dom." She nudged me in the side, "it's your birthday today. So you're off the hook." I smiled at her thankfully. Before turning around she kissed me on the cheek whispering into my ear: "Only for now." I gasped at the closeness of her to me, as she walked away in triumph.

Wow. I never thought that someone could get me going like that. Especially not Letty.

"What did I tell you? Ain't she like a hot angel today?" Vince yelled over the music.

"More like a goddess," I mumbled still completely mesmerized by her beauty.