Ride or Die | Lando Norris (ENGLISH)

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The next day in Monaco started quite busy. Well, early in the morning I rushed to the company to complete all the formalities related to work and arranged with Lando's father all my tasks for the next few weeks. It took me a couple of hours, so when I got back to the apartment it was slowly getting dark. Watching the sun go down in this beautiful place, I felt like my heart belonged here. I dedicated the day to work. I put on comfy tracksuits, put my hair in a ponytail, and started editing the photos the company had sent me. I really enjoyed doing it, especially as some of the photos were of Lando and other Formula 1 drivers that Adam Norris had worked with. I wondered if I would ever meet one in person. Well, Monaco is tiny, so the chances of meeting at least one of them were huge.

– Get going, Mel. We're going to the club – I heard, followed by a loud slam of the door, which made me flinch slightly.

I didn't expect this. I turned the swivel chair to the door of the room, waiting for the boy to pass through their threshold. As soon as he saw me, his eyebrows went up. He wore black pants and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, which he left loosely unbuttoned at the neck, exposing the gold necklace he never took off.

– How do you look? – he snorted, running his hand through his hair, which he probably styled for a good hour. It was unpleasant.

– I'm working right now – I snapped back, turning back to the monitor that was just showing Charles Leclerc.

– Friday night? Get up, change and let's go – he said cheerfully, placing his hands on my shoulders. I didn't have to look up at him to know that he was staring at the monitor screen, laughing. – If you're ready in an hour, you'll have a chance to meet him today, if you like him that much – he laughed, sitting comfortably in a black armchair in the corner of the room.

– Lando, photo editing is my job – I sighed, turning to face him, which Norris acknowledged with a wide smile, but it didn't last long. – I still have a lot to do, I don't want to leave it for tomorrow... – I muttered, avoiding his gaze. I wasn't lying. I really wanted to finish it all that evening so that the next day could be completely spent resting and exploring. But the fact was also that I was terribly afraid to go with him and his friends to the club. Why? We were from different social classes, and on top of that his friends aren't just rich people, they're fucking stars of the world's most prestigious sport. So yeah, I was really nervous.

– Melanie... Tomorrow I'm flying to Dubai for a week and then to London. I will return to Monaco in two weeks and not for long. I'd really like to make the most of this time with you – he sighed, leaning his head back.

I felt sorry for him. Eternal travel related to work even during the summer break in the season. Constantly under pressure, at high speed. It was obvious that he wanted to spend every minute with me before he left. After all, he was my best friend who I saw once a year.

– What should I wear? – I rolled my eyes, slowly getting up from the chair. The boy smiled broadly.

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– Lando, I really don't know if this is a good idea. If you wanted to spend time actively with me, we could have run or gone to the gym, not to a club with your... – I started complaining as soon as I saw a beautiful building filled with beautiful women and rich men getting out of their luxury cars.

And I was standing there.

Dressed in a sequined, pink dress tied around the neck and black high heels, which were the only ones I had. In my hand I was holding a small, black Prada bag on which I had spent my saved money two years ago. I felt... alien there.

– Do not make me angry. You look beautiful, you're funny, you have nothing to stress about, muppet – Norris rolled his eyes, gently pushing me towards the entrance. I ran a trembling hand through my long, straightened, dark hair that covered my bare back.