A Formula For Love

Arriving in style

The engine to the car turns off. "We're here Sade" , Lewis excitedly says, unbuckled mine and his seatbelts. He then swiftly opens the car door and hops out.

I let out an annoyed sigh, I hate parties. I looked at the house in front of me littered with superstars all high or drunk.

We parked next to lots of other expensive cars. Range rovers, Audis, Ferraris, Porsche, Bugattis, Lamborghinis, you name it. All cars surrounded a fountain in the middle. White pebbles covering the driveway. Marble steps leading up to the front door.

This was top tier luxury.

Security held back paparazzi as we headed up the steps, the front door in our sights. It's a massive steel door, definitely useful for zombie attacks, I thought to myself stupidly.

I let out a sigh of relief thinking back to yesterday ...the press don't seem to have thought to comment on yesterday's heated discussion with Charles.

"Sadie how are you and Leclerc after that tension created yesterday"

"Have you got something against Charles Miss Brando?"

For fuck sake-

"Are you and Lewis secretly dating" - I try my hardest not to laugh out loud and that one. Lewis seems to hear it too and chuckled to himself quietly. Now that one was funny.

The reporters these days can't seem to get enough of us drivers' lives. And I've only been in the spotlight for a matter of months and I'm already sick of it. Think of how poor Hamilton must feel.

"Ignore them Sadie." Lewis whispers to me putting an arm around me, resting his hand on my shoulder giving it a tight, reassuring squeeze.

Who knew Mr. Hamilton could be so sweet.

We hurry up to the door at the top of the marble stairs. Two men were waiting for us, both in black tuxedos. One holding a tray of drinks and one that must be security, but both with a mediocre look on their faces.

"A drink for you Miss Brando and Mr Hamilton", one of the men ask, nodding at us. Lewis reaches both arms out and grab two glasses.

He says, "thanks mate" and he passes one to me. The security guy opens the door and we carry on into the house. I'm met with lots of loud noises and bright lights shining everywhere. Yep this is definitely a party alright.

"Hey Lewis how you doing mate!?" I hear a voice to the right of me. That Belgian accent. I know exactly who it was.

I turn to where the voice came from, it is none other than Max Verstappen. I put on the biggest smile I could muster up. I haven't really spoken to this guy before.

"Hey how you doing? You did so well at qualifiers yesterday mate." Hamilton replies, handshaking and then patting each other on the back.

"Oh thanks Lewis I really appreciate it." He turns to me.

"Sadie Brando right?" I try to open my mouth but nothing came out. I mean can you blame me. He's literally smashing it at the moment.

"Yes this is her, in the flesh." Hamilton replies for me, trying to not humiliate me in the process.

Verstappen flicks from Lewis to me, "You race well. Good luck next week Brando!" He says before dragging Lewis away.

What a shit show of an introduction that was. Thanks for nothing, Lewis.

I decide to go sit in a booth, gulping down my Prosecco, definitely planning on going to get another in a second.

I retrieve my phone from my purse, seeing all of the articles that were written about me yesterday. About me and Leclerc.

I laughed at one of them out loud as they said they could "sense sexual tension". Haha - get over yourselves.

The booth I'm sat in seems to have acquired a second member. I flick my eyes up to come to find a dark haired man sitting across from me, flashing me a big grin.

"I saw your conversation with Max, you couldn't have been any more awkward could you" he noisily laughs over the music that's blasting.

"Fuck off Leclerc."

"Erm first - rude and second - I apologise, just trying to make conversation Sadie. And third - the guys a total dick anyway." Charles replies, I can't help but think there's some sort of seriousness and genuine in his eyes.

We're sat staring at each other way longer than I expected. But I was just so drawn to those light brown eyes of his.

"Hey baby, so this is where you've been hiding." I hear an annoying American voice call out towards us. And before I knew it she planted her lips straight down onto his.

Three words - Get. A. Room

"And this is my queue to leave." I say as I get up and walk off wanting to get another drink.