The 18th Floor

Chapter Seventy One

Lucien

"Wake up! Wake up!", I hear Cyrene squeal whilst I struggle to keep my eyes open.

"Lucien! Come on, we need to get ready", she says as she nudges my shoulders, my eyes still shut.

"Five more minutes", I mumble despite feeling her kisses across my face. I smile at sensation of her lips on my skin.

"Fine. I guess I'll get more drivers' attention if I look single. Maybe Lewis Hamilton would chat me up", she teases and in an instant I'm upright in bed. I look down to find her still laying down, covers up covering our bare bodies. We've turned into fucking sex machines, every night. But fuck, it's so good.

Everything is so good with her. I want her in me all the time. I want to be in her all the time.

She consumes my every living thought.

I straddle over her, her face in my hands, that smile stretching from ear to ear. Oh, how I pray that smile never fades, that I'll never again be the reason it disappears.

"Over my dead body will I let anyone chat you up. Especially, a F1 driver", I say with a smirk.

"Good morning."

"Good morning my love", I kiss her. "Are you done thinking about being in Hamilton's pants?"

"I'm appalled. Do you not want me to live a lavish, rich WAG wife lifestyle?", she teases. I watch her laugh and I know she's joking, but I don't stop myself from leaning over her down to her ear. Her focus is on me but she doesn't notice my other hand reaching for my wallet on the bedside table.

"Just say the words Cyrene. You can be a rich, stay at home wife anytime you like. Beg harder enough, and I'll even give you a baby for us to look after", I whisper into her ears and I feel her breathe hitch. Before she can say anything else, I sit up and pull one of my cards out my wallet.

"Take it."

"Lucien", she says, in her all serious attitude that I can't help but smile at.

"Take it. There's no limit. What's mine is yours."

She frowns.

"What happened to the rich lifestyle you wanted darling?", I tease as I get up out of bed, leaving the card on her chest.

"Just because you said that, I'm going to buy myself a hideous designer bag", she says as I walk over to the bathroom.

"Knock yourself out", I tease over my shoulder before closing the door.

"I'm going to the grand prix naked!", I hear her shout from behind the door.

"Then so will I!", I laugh.

CYRENE

He's fucking insane. I have no idea how much money Lucien has, but he has a lot. More than someone our age would. Nobody casually buys a new car every 6 months, refuses to let me pay rent or pay for anything. I can't believe he just gave me his card. I pick it up from my chest. Of course, it's metal. I grumble remarks from behind the closed doors, knowing he can't hear me from the shower he's taking.

I put the card back on my bedside table and leave the bed.

It's just breaking dawn outside but I'm wide awake, hardly containing my excitement. Silverstone.

Finally, the tickets I bought for dad last Christmas means that we get to watch the race this Sunday. After years of watching them on the sofa together, we get to go to Silverstone.

But we have to drive up from London which is why we're up so early to get there in good time. Lucien had said he was happy for me and dad to go together, but then dad asked him to come too. Lucien bought a ticket on the spot.