An inconvenient attachment

Part 2: Chapter 13

"Was that guy bothering you?" Lando asks when I get to his car. I sigh. "Just some guy asking questions" I say when Lando opens the door for me. "Was it an interviewer?" Lando asks when he gets in the car. "No, just some random guy with his cellphone out. But it's fine. I'm good."

"No it's not fine. You shouldn't answer them next time" Lando says, stating the obvious. "Well thanks Lando, i'll make sure to do that next time some guys keeps following me" I sigh. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that" he says. "I know."

When we get to the restaurant I still feel a bit tipsy, it did wear off a bit. God, those guys at Red Bull know how to give a party. "So?" Lando asks when we ordered our food. "So?" I repeat after him. "How are you?"

"Fine. You were right about Max his fans, it was completely orange" I laugh. "Pretty good colour, huh?" he jokes.

"Why didn't you tell me about Addison?" I blurt out when there is a moment of silence. I wasn't planning on asking him about Addison, but it just came out. "What do you mean?" Lando asks.

I roll my eyes. "You know what I mean."

Lando sighs. "She told you?" he asks. "No, I saw it on her instagram. I was looking for a photo of her and me to post and accidentally clicked on her dm's. Then I saw your name and clicked on it" I say, almost embarrassed for looking at her dm's, even though it wasn't on purpose. "You should't be defending yourself, you should be able to look through her phone without having to worry about her dm-ing your boyfriend" Lando says, "well, boyfriend at the time." He sounds a bit sad saying the second part. I don't say anything, I keep waiting for him to say something, to explain.

"I didn't want to ruin your friendship with her" he says. "She dm'd you" I clarify. "Yeah, she did. But I.. I don't know what I thought. You had so much on your mind already and I didn't want you to lose your best friend" Lando says. "Can you call someone your best friend if she texts your boyfriend?" I ask while knowing the answer already. "I don't hink so" Lando says, staying honest as he is. "I get where you came from, but you should have told me."

"I know. I'm sorry" he says as he grabs my hand. I look at our hands. "Is this ok?" Lando asks. I smile and nod. "I need a drink" I joke. After all of that talk about Addison I do. When the waiter brings our food I order another drink.

"What are your plans this week?" I ask, before taking another bite. He shrugs his shoulders. "Not very much. I have two days off, probably play some golf with Carlos and Charles. Wednesday some meetings en Thursday it starts all over again" Lando says. I nod. "Do you want to come and watch tomorrow? Maybe play a little?"

"Sure, that sounds fun. Isn't Max coming?" I ask. "Max and golf? I don't think so" Lando laughs. "Hmm, maybe he'll come" I say, planning to convince him to keep me company. "Good luck" Lando laughs as he takes another bite.

When we're finished the waiter comes and grabs our plates. "Can I bring you our dessert menu?" the waiter asks. "Not for me, do you want anything?" Lando asks. Shit, I actually could go for some dessert, but some days you just don't want to eat alone. "No thank you."

"Ok" the waiter nods and walks off.

"Do you want another drink?" Lando asks when he looks at my empty glass of wine. I decided one more couldn't hurt, but now I should really stop. I smile when I look at Lando. His hair is a bit curly and falls a bit over his face. He wears a white t-shirt, a bit tight so his arms look so good. God, he looks so handsome.

"No, thank you. It's bad for my legs" I say, giggling. Lando looks confused. "Why? Do they swell?" he asks. I sigh deep. "No.. they spread."

Lando leans his head a bit back and sighs. When he looks at me again he is shaking his head, biting his bottom lip. He quickly finishes his glass. "You really shouldn't say things like that" he says, smirking at me. He waves towards the waiter, signing him to come over. "Why?" I ask.

"Can I get the check please?" Lando asks and gives the waiter some bills. "Because it makes me want to do all the things I imagine in my head" Lando says as he stands up, grabbing my hand. "Well, maybe I don't want to" I giggle.

"Then tell me to stop" Lando says when we get to the elevator. We both know I won't. I can't. The elevator doors close behind us. I stand with my hands on my back, not letting them grab what they want. "Fuck" Lando growls. He slams my back against the wall, pinning me against the wall. His hand wraps around my throat, holding me in place.

"Tell me to stop" Lando says quickly. All I can do is shake my head. I don't want him to stop. I want him to do all the things he imagined. I want him to do all the things I imagined and more.