The Shakedown (Lewis Hamilton x Reader)

The Storm

I swear waking up next to this man will never get old. The first glance of him brings me so much happiness, despite the hangover; ouch. We went a little bit too far last night; we ended up going to a club called Drama. David rented it out got his wife's exclusive after-party, and it was epic.

Lewis ended up coming over to my house since he's far from town. So ending the night together is always my first choice.

I got up to make something for us to have for breakfast. When I got to the kitchen, I found a super tired looking Kelly with a coffee mug.

"Good morning, sunshine," I said to her.

"Why are you yelling?" she asked, causing me to laugh.

"I see we're on the same page in terms of mood," I said.

"Yes," she agreed, "the only difference is that I have a toddler who woke me up."

"Ohh, sorry about that," I told her, "where is the little beauty?"

"She went to the park with Jay and the nanny," she replied.

"Alright," I said, "would you like some breakfast?"

"Yes, please," she responded, and with that, I started making a full English breakfast for the three of us.

The moment I was done, a tired Lewis emerged from my room and said, "that smells good."

"Thank you, baby," I said, "here's your plate."

He came to me, kissed me and said, "you're the best!"

"Thank you, now let's eat!" I told them both.

We sat down, had breakfast and just talked about the events of the previews night.

"Did you see Victoria dance?" Kelly asked.

"Yes!" I answered, "I haven't seen her have that much fun."

"But even you, girl," Kelly said, " I didn't see those moves in Abu Dhabi."

"Well, you know, it's a conservative country," I explained, "I can't go too wild there."

They both laugh, and Lewis says, " I hope I see it more often."

"Yoh probably will," I admitted, "London Fashion week is over. I have to attend the Dior show in Paris Fashion Week, and I'll have a break."

"To be with me in some of the F1 races!" Kelly said excitedly.

"For sure," I replied.

As we were planning the day, Susan barged in panting, trying to catch her breath.

"Susan, what's wrong?" I asked.

"We..." she paused to breathe, "we have a problem."

"What's wrong?" I rushed to her and guided her to sit down with us.

She took a rolled but The Sun newspaper and handed it to me. I unrolled it, and my eyes widened; I couldn't believe what I saw.

"What's the problem?" Lewis asked.

I took a breath and started to read, "Spotted: the rumoured couple model, Y/n Y/l/n, and champion driver, Lewis Hamilton, at the Victoria Beckham fashion show. There was never any confirmation about the two being together until recent sources confirmed that not only they are together but also that Y/n cheated on her previous partner journalist, Brad Johnson, with the motorsport driver during a trip the couple initially took together to Abu Dhabi Grand Prix last year."

"What the fuck?!" Lewis asked.

"This is bullshit," Kelly said.

"They continue to describe the trip. The article also has pictures of you in the club in Abu Dhabi and more," Susan explained.

"It was Brad," I said, "he as friends in the Sun."

"He's also the only one who could explain the trip in this much detail," Kelly said, holding the newspaper.

"Can I see that?" Lewis asked so Kelly handed him the newspaper.

I was blank at that moment; I couldn't believe that he could do this. I knew that he wasn't happy to learn that I was with Lewis in Monaco, but this I too far. He could at least respect the fact that I am with someone else.

*phone rings*

It's Zan face timing me; I pick up and say, "Hey, this isn't a good time."

"I'm going to kill him," show said softly with rage.

"We just saw it too," I started to explain.

"How dare he?!" she askes a bit louder this time.

"Zan, I don't know," I expressed, "I never thought he could go this far."

"What will you do?" She asked me.

I looked at Lewis, who was just as lost as I was and said, "I have no idea."

"I don't think you should do anything," Kelly said.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes, think about it," she started to explain, "if you engage in the drama, it'll just grow. It will chase you, and Brad will get more exposure and more chances to talk about it."

"She's right," Lewis said, "my best experience with these things is when I say nothing."

"But we can't let him get away with that," Zan said, "Y/n, you'll be known as a cheater and Lewis, you a homewrecker."

"Yes," Kelly said, "but it will pass. Celebrity news rarely lasts."

I paused to think about it and compose my thoughts and decided that Kelly was right; giving it energy is just going to make it worse. The fewer fucks I give, the better the outcome, I hope.

"Alright," I said, "we'll go with your plan Kelly, if I say nothing, then it can't get worse, right?"

No one answered. We all knew how unpredictable the media could be the so dwelling on the problem now was not going to make anything better. I tried to leave it behind me and focus on the tourist plans Kelly and I had made.

"But look at the end," Susan pointed out and started to read, "At this point, all of it is just rumours. Let's see who gives us the answer first, Y/n or Lewis."

"There's hope," Kelly said.

"I guess so," Lewis said.

"I'll talk to you later, Zan," I told her, "don't do anything, okay?"

"I'll try," she said, and I gave her a look, "I really will try."

"Good," I responded, and we said our goodbyes before I hung up.

"So much for our little secret," I said to Lewis.

He held my hands and said, "it'll be fine."

After our little meeting, Lewis and I received some calls and messages from friends where we had to explain the situation as much as we could. Being our friends, they believed us and were by our corner.

Kelly, Penelope and I went out later. I took them to see Big Ben and ride the wheel. I never felt so many eyes on me at once, so I left them and returned home. What has my life come to?