Belonging to the Iceman

An Evening in London

Kimi paced back and forth, while Shantelle was in the shower. His bowtie was already annoying him and they weren't even at the Prize Giving Venue in London.

Something had been eating away had him for about five weeks now... and it was getting worse...

Nicolas and Alain would be there tonight he was sure of it, and the Frenchman, the 'rookie' as everyone called him had been making a name for himself in that McLaren, and Ron Dennis were impressed.

Nico would be strong in 2015, but that's not what was worrying Kimi.

Shantelle soon came out of the Ensuite in their hotel room, looking stunning.

She was wearing an ice blue, glittery floor-length evening gown, to match his eyes.

Beautiful diamonds sparkled around her neck, wrists and on her ears, a gift from him.

"What's troubling you, Iceman?" She asked.

"Huh? Nothing Kulta, nothing," He said, snapping back into the real world.

"Iceman!" Shantelle growled, knowing something was wrong.

"My bowtie is really annoying me Kulta, look at me, this isn't me!" He complained, lying.

She smiled and went to the cupboard and pulled out a long sleeve black button-up shirt, and an ice blue tie, about the same colour as her dress, then checked the grandfather clock in the living room of their hotel suite.

They had fifteen minutes til the Aston Martin arrived that would take them to the ceremony.

"Try these Kimi and come back out and I will tie your tie!" She said handing them to him. He smiled and kissed her cheek, heading into the Ensuite.

While he was gone, Shantelle checked Twitter her phone, she followed Nicolas and he followed her.

And they still tweeted regularly.

A new tweet caught her eye that Nicolas had retweeted, and instantly she knew he wanted her to read it.

@DashaKapustina can't believe the nerve of @ShantelleSenna, leading two men on at once! Outrageous! :O

Several of her followers and the other girlfriends of the drivers had re-tweeted and favourited, even replied to Dasha.

She was glad Kimi wasn't on Twitter, he hated dealing with the media nonstop.

Her phone vibrated, and a text had come through.

"Have you had a chance to see Twitter? Are you okay, Mon Amour?" Nicolas had written.

"I don't let her get to me, I'm fine Nico" she texted back "See you tonight!"

"I'll see you in my dreams too, Mon Amour! Dad can't wait to see you as well!" He texted.

Just as she put her phone away Kimi came out of the bathroom.

"I like this better Kulta, can you fix my tie?" He asked her.

She smiled and carefully fixed his tie.

"Do you love me Kulta?" He asked as he slid his jacket back on.

She smiled "You drive me nuts sometimes but yes I love you Kimi-Matias Räikkönen!"

He bit his tongue desperately wanting to confide in her what was eating away at him, since she had appeared on his doorstep in Finland, they had spent the rest of the Formula One season together as much as they could, but he still had to go to races and she still had jobs all over the world.

Before he could confess, Shantelle looked at the clock again and gasped, grabbing her clutch off the bed she pulled him out of the room.

"We're going to be late!" She said