𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, lando norris

╰┈➤ ❝𝟎𝟏𝟎, 𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐.❞

 ❝𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬
𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦,
 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞,
'𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨❞

Lando did as he promised. He woke me up when the movie was over and when I got too tired to walk back to our hotel room, he carried me on his shoulders. 

The next morning was Day 2 of the wedding. Day 2 of fake dating Lando. I woke up with Lando's back facing me as he slept peacefully. We would leave in a party bus at 6:30, it was only family of the bride that were allowed, and family of the groom went in the other bus. Friends would have to get there by car, tough for them, I get to go in a party bus. Currently, it's 11:30am and Lando just woke up. 

"Morning." He grumbles, slumping down onto a stool in front of the kitchen counter. 

"Good morning." My aunt chimes at him. 

"No good morning for me?" Lando whines with a little pout before grabbing my waist and pulling me onto his lap. 

I roll my eyes playfully as I see my aunt watching us closely. Can't have her suspicious. "Sorry, morning, Baby." I whisper, kissing his cheek. Lando smiles as he settles his head on my shoulder. 

Aunt Grace smirks before leaving. 

"I know you're getting laid!" She yells from the hallway. 

"Ew, what?!" I shriek. Lando laughs as I slide off his lap. He holds my waist tighter. 

"No." He mumbles. He pulls me closer with my back facing him as I stood in between his legs. 

"Lando, my aunt left, you can stop pretending." I whisper. I was scared he'd feel my racing heart beat. 

"Shut up and let me be comfortable." He mutters on my shoulder and I feel shivers travel down my spine when his hot breath hits the back of my shoulders. 

My stomach fills with a million butterflies and excitement builds through me. I take in a deep breath to try and calm myself down. 

"Lando, I have to go to my moms room, she has to iron my dress for tonight." I explain and he sighs. He spins me around so I'm facing him and keeps his hands on either side of my hips. 

"Your aunts coming back." He whispers with a slight smirk. "Time to fake it, again." His kisses trail down my neck and I hear my aunts footsteps stop behind me. 

"I've got condoms in my purse, if you need them just ring me." She whispers in my ear. 

I push Landos head back lightly and he groans. 

"We won't need them. Right, Lando?" I say through gritted teeth.

"Thanks for the offer, Miss Grace. But as long as (Y/n)'s not ready, nothings happening." Lando says in a low voice. He kept his hands at the back of my thighs, fiddling with the hem of my biker shorts. 

"Well, I guess you'll be waiting forever then. Taylor begged to get in her pants, never got him anywhere-" My aunt starts. 

"Can you... not?" I say, holding up a hand to stop her from talking. "Lan, can you go do something? I need to talk to my aunt." I tell him as my hands travel through his hair. 

"Of course." He mumbles, placing a quick kiss on my cheek before leaving. 

"Aunt Grace," I start. She lets out a sigh and puts her cup of coffee down. "As much as I love you, I don't want you talking about Taylor in front of Lando." It wasn't because of the reason she thought. She thought that Lando and I are actually together and that him and I are probably uncomfortable with talking about my abusive ex. The real reason was because I know he's going to feel pity. I don't want his pity and I'm sick of people bringing it up whenever we're at a gathering. Not that they knew what Taylor did to me, all they know is that he was hitting me. Thats all they knew. They didn't know he threw me down the stairs, tried to rape me.