The Shakedown (Lewis Hamilton x Reader)

Monaco IV

Good morning, last day in Monaco. Today is our last day here, and if I'm being honest, I don't want to go back. But I need to get ready for London Fashion Week and help Zan prepare for her wedding.

Today I was the first one out of bed and playing with Roscoe by the balcony; Trying to soak up all the sun as possible before going back to London.

"Morning, beautiful," Lewis says, leaning against the sliding door.

"Morning, babe," I replied, "how did you sleep?"

"Good, thanks and yourself?" he asked as he took a seat on the floor next to Roscoe and me.

"Good, thanks," I answered, "just trying to get as much of this sun."

"Yeah, I get you," he said, "what do you wanna do on your last day?"

"Kelly invited us to dinner later," I said, "would you like to go?"

"That sounds good," he said, "but what about during the day?"

"Well," I started to speak, "I was hoping to have you as my tour guide."

He smiled and said, "deal, but first, let's go for a walk with this guy," he spoke, referencing Roscoe.

"Let's go!" I said as I bolted from the floor to get ready, but I couldn't help but capture a beautiful sight.

So the building is facing the ocean, but before getting to the sea, there's a section filled with trees and trails. Then in front, we had the Monte- Carlo Sporting venue and other facilities, one of the sides closest to the building was the Le Méridien Beach and the hotel. Our plan today was to walk where the calm was.

After a quick breakfast, we headed downstairs with Roscoe and started our beautiful walk.

"Can I ask you something?" he asked.

"Of course," I answered, "what's on your mind?"

"Yesterday, Brad said something about you not driving for a long time," he started to explain, "what did he mean by that?"

"Wow, you look like you gave Zan's listening talent," I said.

"Yeah, I couldn't help myself," he said, "I didn't want to jump in, you know; have to let you fight your own battles."

"I appreciate that," I answered, "and I guess it's time I told you this."

I took a deep breath and started to explain, "I guess you've already noticed how I don't drive; neither does my sister. When I got my drivers license, we all went out to celebrate with a simple dinner. We had a great time, but on our way back home, I was driving, and we got hit. The guy was intoxicated, but thankfully, no one died. My sister had a broken leg, and I had fractures on my arm."

"I'm so sorry," he said.

"It's okay," I reassured him, "I was going to tell you sooner or later. We recovered well but never really got the courage to drive again."

He held my hand and said, "thank you for sharing that with me."

"Thank you for listening," I smiled.

"But then, you drove with me the first day we met in London," he mentioned.

"Yeah," I said, "I'm not so sure how I did that; I think you calmed me down or something. But if you think about it, it is pretty ironic, a girl who's scared of driving is slowly falling in love with a champion driver."

I paused and bit my tongue, and held my breath. Did I say that out loud? Shit. He's going to think I'm crazy or something. We haven't even dated that long, but I already admitted that I'm falling in love with him?! Shit.

Before I could clear the awkwardness in the air, he stopped, kissed me and said, "I'm honoured."

My cheeks quickly fell rosy, and I couldn't stop smiling. I didn't know what to say, so I hugged him. I hope he knew that he meant a lot to me, that his words touched me deeply, and that his influence brought me so much good. I couldn't speak at that moment, but I hope he knew.

After our walk, we returned to his apartment and went out for lunch at the Elsa terrace restaurant. It was at the Monte-Carlo Beach Hotel and had fantastic views of the Yacht Club.

We had a peaceful lunch, and then Lewis decided to drive me all over Monaco, which is pretty tiny, so it didn't take long to see everything. He showed me how the track went and did his best to describe the city's ambience during the race weekend.

"Woah," I expressed, I don't think there's anything more attractive than a man describing their passion with such enthusiasm, "I hope I get the chance to see you race here next season."

"You can come to watch me wherever I am, whenever you want," he said.

"Deal," I told him as I held his free hand, "can't wait."

After the informative tour guide from Lewis, we went back to the apartment and got ready to have dinner with Max and Kelly.

We went to their house, and it was a charming evening. I got the chance to play with Penelope and had some fantastic Brazilian food made by Kelly. Their hospitality was so good I didn't feel like leaving.

"Kelly, you're making me not wanna leave Monaco," I confessed.

"That's the plan, girl," she admitted, "Penelope and I need another girl around."

"Well then, let me extend an invitation to stay with me during London Fashion Week", I said, "I know you are you."

"What do we say, Penelope?" she asked her daughter and whispered the answer to her ear.

"Sim!" (Yes!) She cheered, and we all joined in.

When we saw it was getting late, Lewis and I said our goodbyes and went back to his home to get ready for the trip back tomorrow.

I hope to see you again soon, Monaco.