When a woman with a dark, secretive past, falls in love, with not one, not two, but three Formula 1 drivers. But the only question is, who will she choose
OC (Jules Bianchi's "daughter," and Former racer) X Max Verstappen, Lewis Hamilton, and Charle...
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As the sun's gentle light seeps through the window, The melody of my alarm clock goes off. The familiar tune slowly wakes me from my sleep. With a drowsy yet deliberate movement, I reach out to silence the device.
Emerging from the warmth of my bed, I slip my feet into the soft slippers. The air carries a familiar smell, the scent of freshly brewed coffee. I hurry toward the promise of warmth and awakening in the kitchen.
Taking care to measure out the perfect amount of coffee grounds, I pour steaming water over them, eagerly awaiting the first sip of the day.
As the coffee brews, I retreat to my room, where an array of clothing options beg for my attention.
After thinking of what I will do for the day, I settle on a pair of dark blue jeans, the denim embracing my curves. And then, I decide on a cream-colored sweater, perfect for the weather outside.
To complete the look, I opt for a pair of white sneakers, their clean appearance adds a touch of freshness into the overall outfit.
Turning my focus to my hair, I run a brush through the dark strands that surround my face. I make sure they fall in place, free from any knots.
I then, retrieve the car keys given to me by Tilly, then take off for work, silently hoping today will be a wonderful day.
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I unlock my office door, and I am greeted to flowers and a note. I smile, secretly hoping the gifts are from him, from Charles.
But, to my surprise, the gift is from someone else. I read the note carefully, analyzing the unfamiliar handwriting.
Lana, I've noticed you haven't been here the last couple of days. I hope you're okay, and hope you love flowers. I don't know what your favorite type of flowers are, so I hope this mix will do. - Lewis
My cheeks go red at the note, not knowing what to say, I make a quick mental note to thank Lewis for the gift.
I carefully move the vase of flowers to the side table, next to the chair in the corner of my office. I slide the note in a drawer, then log into my computer.
I, then, start to respond to some emails that I got while E was at the hospital. A knock makes me stop typing for a second, but I start again, letting the mystery person know I'm here.
"The door is unlocked," I call out, and the door opens. I look over at the person, and I am greeted with Lewis' face.
"Lana, it's great you're back, I was starting to get worried about you."
