The Shakedown (Lewis Hamilton x Reader)

Above and Beyond

Good morning! Last night was a complete success. Zan and Oliver were officially married and on the way to their honeymoon. My mom was home safe and sound. Lando got a girls number, and Lewis spent the night by my house.

I turned over and said, "You weren't kidding when you said you'd be here early."

He laughed and said, "I'm always punctual."

"Alright, we have to get up," I said as I attempted to get up.

He pulled me back and held me closer. Then he smirked and said, "not yet."

"I know that look, and as much as I would love that," I explained, "but we have to go. It's a timed thing."

"Yeah, about that," he began to say.

"What about it?" I asked.

"We are going to do something completely different," he answered.

"Don't you want the gesture anymore?" I asked, confused.

"Yes, I do," he clarified.

"So?" I asked again, getting increasingly confused.

"Just get a bad ready," he said, then kissed my forehead and walked off to the bathroom.

"What the fuck?" I asked myself under my breath.

"Just get ready," he yelled from the bathroom.

I'm a bit of a control freak, so not to know this stuff is out of my comfort zone. What will the weather her like? Should I take a lot of clothing? Do I need help from my stylist to plan outfits? Will I be photographed?

I contemplated everything while starting down my closet; Lewis passed by, laughed, and said, "warm weather."

"Thank you," I said.

Now I'm even more confused, but I at least had a hint. My brain went through all the possibilities as I packed in my small luggage.

I then got ready, made us his favourite breakfast, a tall stack of pancakes, and we had our food before being picked up by Lewis' driver.

"Since when do you have a driver?" I asked.

"I always had one," he answered, "I just like to drive to make you scream, remember?"

I got all blushed, nervously giggled at there was another person among us, and then asked, "why aren't you driving today?"

"He needed to bring my bags," he replied.

"Understood," I said and looked at the way we were going to get another hint of where we were going.

"Hey," he said, " I need you to relax."

"I'm just inquisitive," I confessed, "but I'll try."

We then talked about the wedding yesterday and all that happened behind the scenes; before I knew it, we were at the airport pulling up to a private jet.

"Ahmm, Lew?" I said as I stared at the jet.

"Well, to put it simply," he told me, "I realised that you do so much for me—the party, gifts and more. I have you on my wrist on almost every race now, so I decided to do that for you. Maybe if I treat you way better, you won't leave me again."