Absolutely Not! (Lando Norris)

Lando

The morning sun of Vegas burned my eyes as I slowly opened them. The instant sick feeling and headache washed over me. I drank way too much last night and blacked out. I remember going out with some other drivers to celebrate us racing for the first time in Las Vegas. Obviously Max won and I came in P5 but I wasn't that fussed, I was just happy to have experienced this race track for the first time. It was new to the 2023 season. I turned to my left to see blonde hair coming out of the quilt at the side of me. I touched it wondering if I was still dreaming but the figure moved.

"What the fuck" It fell out my mouth, who the hell was this person. I cannot recall most of last night, what the hell happened.

I stumbled out of bed, heading straight to the bathroom as the need to pee was greater than finding out who the blonde person was in my bed. Part of me hoped when I returned from the bathroom that it was a dream and they were gone. I mean I was single but it was hard to date someone when most girls only cared about your fame and money not to mention I couldn't imagine a damn thing. 

I rub my head heading back into the room to see the blonde haired person still asleep in my bed. I rummage for a t-shirt and pants in my luggage, quickly placing them on to cover my naked body. I finally plucked up the courage to head around to the side of the bed where the person slept. I could see a girl, she must have been my age or a little younger, sleeping with her long blonde hair coming out the top of the quilt. She looked familiar but my mind couldn't place where I had seen her before. 

"Who the fuck are you?" A voice startles me and I look to see the blonde haired girl covering her body as she sits up, looking confused at me. 

"I could ask you the same question. I'm Lando and you are?" 

"How the hell did I get here? Oh shit and naked" I watch as she checks under the cover and then quickly tightens the cover around her so I couldn't see anything. 

"I actually don't know. My mind is a blur. I think we might have, you know, hooked up" 

"No fucking shit sherlock. I can't believe this." I sensed her getting more angry but I was just as clueless as her. 

"Listen, I don't know what happened last night. I think from what I can gather we were both drunk. I appreciate that you kept this private, I don't have any money to give you or free tickets" 

"What are you on about? I don't want your money or tickets for whatever you're selling. You obviously think highly of yourself, whoever you are" 

I hated when people play dumb and pretend to not know who I am, this had happened before and it irritated me.

"Well you're the married one, not me. Stop playing dumb you obviously know who I am. I think it best you leave" 

"Wait...I'm not married" I watch as she looks at the ring on her finger, a look of confusion and panic washing over her. She looks to my hand, a look of realisation washing over her face. I look down to see the silver wedding band on my hand. I hold it up, staring at it. 

"Are we? Are we married to each other?" I look at her, praying she says no but the look on her face answers my question. I look around the room, to see an envelope on the table at the side of an empty bottle of champagne. I head over to the envelope, a pain had developed in my chest, pretty sure I was having a heart attack. The envelope read newlyweds, I was that focused on the envelope, I hadn't noticed the blonde hair girl had got dressed and was standing at the side of me. She snatched the envelope from me, opening it to reveal our marriage certificate and us  kissing behind an Elvis car, I'm assuming the one who married us. 

"Oh shit" She mumbles before throwing down the envelope. I look at her, she's staring down at the photo that's landed on the glass table. I couldn't read her, she just stared at it and I stared at her. After a minute she looked back at me, I could see the pain in her eyes and then a wash of shame. 

"I need to go. This didn't happen. I'll give you my number and we will privately get this reversed or whatever you do when you fuck up your life" 

She wrote her number down before storming out the room and slamming the door.

 
Was this real? Has this happened? How could I be so stupid? This was going to be a complete and utter shitshow.