dangerous curves -Lando Norris (English Version)

Part 8: way

"For what? For your stinky hoodie?" I ask, amused.

"And yet you wore it while you were sleeping, huh?" he grins at me.

One eyebrow moves upwards.

"Your bitchy nature turns me on, love," he whispers dirtily in my ear.

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I woke up in the middle of the night and certain thoughts kept me awake. To my right, Maria was sleeping sweetly. Without making a sound, I quietly groped my way down the stairs to the living room where he should be lying. But two male voices stopped me from completing my journey. I sat down and listened.

"What's going on between you and my sister?" came my brother's voice to Lando.

"What's going on, bro?" he asked arrogantly.

'Don't take me for an idiot, Lando...' my brother sounded a little annoyed.

'Lew...there's nothing between me and your sister. She's far too annoying and not my type at all...'' his arrogant voice rang out.

Cold air came over me.

'That's a good thing, because she's my sister. She's been through a lot and it would be disgusting if my best brother were to touch her,' my brother said more relaxed now.

'Never in my life...' he promised my brother safety.

His words sounded like the truth. The cold and naked truth.

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Completely tired and in a bad mood, I walked down the stairs with Maria the next morning. Many faces caught sight of us. Two broad arms embraced me.

"Are you okay?" Charles asked me gently.

'Yes,' I replied and hugged him back.

As I look towards his form, I go into the bathroom where I throw up because his words last night were heavy on my stomach.

"Are you really okay?" his soft voice rang out again as I left the bathroom and he stood leaning against a wall.

'I'm annoying and not your type at all,' I said, pissed off.

I couldn't help but hear him swallow. I took a seat next to the others around the breakfast table.

'Amalia, you still have to take your pills,' my brother says in front of everyone.

"Are you going to post it on Twitter?" I asked, annoyed.

In the kitchen, I take my medication, which consisted of two pills.

'Sorry ama...' my brother says, and there's regret in his voice.

'It's okay, Lew,' I reply.

A gentle hug briefly warms my heart.

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"Can we talk?" he asks me while he's sweating profusely after the first free practice session in Brazil.

'Why should I listen to you? I would never believe you...'' my exasperated voice rings out.

"Wow... how can a person be so stubborn and bitchy?" he said, slightly annoyed.

'I didn't ask for your opinion, Norris. Just fuck you,' I said, pissed off.

His eyes got angrier and angrier. Firm fingers gripped my wrist.

"Listen to me for once!" his angry voice rang out.

'Or what? Are you going to hit me?" I asked fearlessly.

'You deserve it, the way you're talking to me right now...' he says angrily.

A gentle palm hits his cheek. Carried away by him, he puts his hand on my neck.

'Stop it,' I say in a panic.

His grip tightens.

'Please...' I say in a trembling voice.

Realization appears in his eyes and he lets go of me. I run away in tears.

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In the evening, I stand in front of my mirror and gently touch my scar along my stomach.

"Why is it so red?" comes his soft voice.

Startled, I let my hoodie fall back over my stomach and turn around. His eyes widen.

'Don't tell me I caused that on your neck...' he sounded softly now.

Silence followed. He takes a step into my room followed by my step backwards.

''Please say something...it will kill me if you don't speak...'' he says softly.

My eyes linger on his eyes, not noticing that he keeps walking towards me.

''May I?'' he asks cautiously, wanting to put his hand on my neck.

My answer is a reserved nod of the head. He gently and carefully runs his hand over the strangulation he has caused on my neck.

'I'm so incredibly sorry...' he said softly and took his hand away from me.

'Please, love...say something...it's killing me...' he said again.

"What do you want to hear?" I ask him.

'Tell me you're okay...' he says, relieved.

'If you want to hear a lie...' I reply, our eyes never leaving each other.

'And what's with your scar. Why is it so bloody red?" he asks anxiously.

Lando's eyes catch sight of an ointment, which he reaches for.

"May I? Please let me...'' his voice rang out again.

'Yes,' I say quietly and uncertainly.

Gentle and well-groomed fingers pull my hoodie up a little higher and he gently touches my scars. Our eyes meet again.

'If it gets too much for you, tell me...' he says in a gradual whisper.

'Okay,' I give him my consent.

Gently circling his fingers, he applies cream to my scar along my stomach. Then he pulls my hoodie back down and puts the ointment down next to me. My fingers grasp his dirty fingers. Disbelieving eyes meet mine. Without taking my eyes off him, I clean his warm hands.

"Thank you," comes his soft voice.

Warm breath approaches my face.

"May I?" he asks, wanting to put his hand on my cheek.

I nod in disbelief. Not a second later, I feel his hands on my cheeks. Lando leans down. He hesitates briefly and then finally places his moistened lips on mine. My personality returns the kiss without thinking about it. Carried up by him, without interrupting the kiss, he presses me gently against the wall. Warm palms explore my hips while neither of us gives in. Breathing becomes increasingly difficult, as does the desire, which continues to rise. His lips part from me and move gently and carefully along my neck. My breathing turns into a kind of soft moan. Gel nails ran wildly through his curly hair.

"Never stop that, Norris..." I say out of breath.

Suddenly he sets me on my own feet.

"Where are you going?" I ask him in amazement.

'Forget me, Amalia...' comes his other voice.

Without giving me another glance, he leaves my room.