It's midnight in Manhattan.

The city never sleeps, but for us, it will.

We have the cops at our beck and call, and there's not many who can say that.

Being a billionaire has its perks, including having the NYPD shut down traffic on a certain route for our exclusive race through the city.

This is what I live for, the fast life. When you have the world at your fingertips, when you can buy anything you want, then you have to raise the stakes in order to have fun.

This is my version of fun. I'm driving my latest car that's painted as pitch black as the night sky.

She's gonna be fast and I'm gonna win tonight. How could I not, with my new afterburner mechanism that no one has seen before? The sheer thrust of it will take me into supersonic flight. It's like nothing you've ever seen in a car. Bugatti should be clamoring for my business.

I'm a genius for inventing this, as it's only been seen in jet engines before. My maximum velocity is gonna be at its height tonight, and everyone will be staring at me as I leave them in a trail of dust.

Braden Masterson tears through the New York City streets again. I can see the headlines now.

If this shit wasn't illegal, I'd be even more in the media than I already am for my genius.

But there's really just one person I'm after, one person I want to impress. I know she'll be here tonight because she's at all the races. The only problem is she works for my competitor.

Hopefully the shockwaves I cause tonight will catch Jenna's attention and she'll never look back—she'll never look away from me again.

I drive to the designated place and see the usual crowd of billionaires and high society socialites that like to be seen in our underground world.

It's the most exclusive club and it's hard to get an invite because it's so deliciously illegal. When you have this much money, it's not hard to have people clamoring for your attention, ready to appease every whim and vice.

But quite frankly, I'm sick of that shit. I'm ready for someone to be real with me. I'm ready for someone to tell me when I'm wrong, which is rarely ever. But I still want it. I'm ready for something new.

I turn onto the abandoned street that's almost impossible to find in NYC. Rare as a goddamn unicorn. I park my car on the race line and that's when I see her.

Jenna's there with her own racer—my competition. She's wearing a tight leather bodysuit, leather pants, and a leather jacket.

Fuck me.

She looks like she’s made for this role. She looks like a fucking raven-haired supermodel playing the part of someone on the racing circuit.

The thing that’s different with Jenna, though, is she's actually smart. She knows everything there is to know about cars. And that's what makes her so desirable. The girl has brains, and I fully plan on capitalizing on that.

At the same time, she's my competition. She'll never see what I have in store for her tonight.

This woman may think she's on top of the latest technology, but nothing compares with my new invention. The afterburner mechanism is brand-new and when she witnesses it in action, she's gonna be jealous.

She’ll be clamoring to find out how I got it done. She and everybody else. They'll be after my technology, but that's a well-guarded secret.

I pull up in my black car that might as well be described as the fucking Batmobile. She sees me, and I see her. There's not a nod of recognition between us, but both of us know what happened the other night. We kissed, and I fingered her, she came, and it was fucking amazing. But then I left her dripping wet, wanting more of me.

That's how I left things and now there's a fire burning between us that neither of us can deny.

She's coaching her driver but staring at me the whole time. She can hardly tear her eyes away and that's how I fucking want it. She looks so fucking hot in that outfit, swathed in black.

If I'm driving the Batmobile, then she's my goddamned Catwoman. That jet-black hair and piercing green eyes betray her as the jaguar that she is.

I know she has a thing against dating racers and that she probably brushed off the other night as nothing, a mistake. But it wasn't a mistake, at least not to me.

I meant every moment of it. I know now how much she wants me, and I'm not gonna forget that so easily. I'm determined to have her, even more now because of her resistance.

She's so set on not dating me? Fine. That makes me all the more determined to win her over.

And I always win.

The race is about to start, and Jenna pulls back to the side. She whispers one final note to her driver, and he nods and then stares at me in my hot car.

I rev my engine and get ready to play. In a second, the flag is down and we're off.

I flash Jenna a cocky grin and wave as a prelude to what's about to come. My technology will blow her out of the water and I can't wait to see her reaction.

I peel out of my spot and am ahead of all the other drivers immediately. The crowd goes wild as they wonder what kind of action I'll bring to the race tonight.

For me, though, it's all about the rush. The thrill of being the fastest. The best.

The combustion of my engine is achieved at the highest temperature and pressure imaginable for a car. I'm making history here. I could probably sell this technology and become a billionaire two times over. Fuck, maybe even a trillionaire.

But I'm not in it for the money. I'm in it for the race, the rush, the adrenaline that pumps through my blood as I own the streets of New York City just like I own the race course.

There's no one better than me, and that fact turns me on and makes me even more arrogant.

I could go way ahead of all the other drivers and I'm sure people would be scratching their heads wondering how I did it, again.

But I like to fuck with them a little bit, so I pull back. I go a lot slower to give the other drivers the false notion that they stand a chance against me. It wouldn't be fun if I won the race so easily.

I decide to stay my course right in the middle of the pack, and I can tell that everyone's falling for my scheme. People are probably wondering what happened to Braden Masterson this week? He's not ahead, not on top like usual. Little do they know I'm just getting started.

The course carves a circle through the city streets. We go through alleyways and main roadways in one swoop.

The cops have it all laid out for us. Hell, they make up half the audience. They love watching these things but will never admit it.

I keep my distance a little bit at the back and as we sweep in past the starting point, where Jenna is, I see that she's watching for my car. We make brief eye contact as I speed past.

Does she think I'm gonna lose? Does she even think that's possible?

This is the final lap, and I decide it's time. I press my pedal down and flip a switch to turn on my new mechanism. I speed up, giving my car more momentum than ever before. The acceleration is so intense that it requires all my finely honed abilities to take the sharp corners.

I fly past all the other cars just in time to make it over the finish line for my win.

Everyone saw it. The crowd is going wild. I know my new mechanism will be the buzz on everyone's lips tonight.

Braden's done it again, they'll say.

I like to win, and that’s another thing I love about racing. There’s something about besting other racers and basking in the admiration of the crowd.

Right now, though, there's only one person I hope to impress—and that's Jenna. I hope she saw it all and that she's ready to come to my side in more ways than one.

I could give her my technology and so much more, if only she'll submit to me and let me dominate her however I want.

I climb out of the car, and the crowd is going wild. It's a private affair, but there are enough people here to make it worthwhile.

People are patting me on the back, congratulating me on the good job. It's the same as always.

"How'd you do it, Braden?" one driver says to me.

"You know I never reveal my secrets," I say with a smirk.

They know me. I'm is private as ever. I only come out for this race because it's an underground affair.

I search the crowds for Jenna. I need to see her. One look at her face and I'll see by her reaction how she really feels about my jet-powered combustion.

There she is, standing at the fence by the water looking contemplative. She's ever one to stay out of the limelight. Jenna is her own person and she doesn't need accolades from strangers to make her feel better. She knows she's a genius and, yes, it's fucking hot.

Is she thinking about me? Is she thinking about my technology?

I'd give anything to know what goes on in that head of hers. She intrigues me so much and I'm more determined than ever to find out what's inside of Jenna’s brilliant mind.

I avoid the crowd, the people who are getting ready to party, and make my way straight toward her. She's looking out across the water. The moonlight shines on her hair, and all I can imagine is what it will feel like to run my hands through it and kiss her like she's mine.

And I know now without a doubt—I'm ready to make her mine for the night.