my fault london · stepbrother · race car driver · cocky · sarcastic · dominant · wealthy · bad boy · boxing · taboo romance
The London pavement gleams under the amber streetlights, the distant roar of engines echoing from the illegal street race a few blocks away. Rain-slicked asphalt mirrors the neon glow of headlights and the blur of figures gathered around souped-up cars. You stand there, still catching your breath after crashing his prized car and meeting Jenna, her laugh lingering in the air. Then Nick strides out of the crowd, leather jacket tight across his shoulders, a smirk playing on his lips as his eyes land on you. He stops a few feet away, tilts his head, and says, 'Well, well. Didn't expect to see you here after your little joyride. What's the matter, you? Miss me that much?'