"Please don't touch me."
"Please... help me Lando" I cry out.
Sweaty, I sat up and ran my hands through my hair. Charles wasn't next to me.
"You called my name?" I hear his arrogant voice.
My head rises.
"Go away," I say in a bad mood.
"You shouted my name, so tell me in what context..." he demands, leaning against the doorframe.
"Why should I? Why aren't you in your room fucking a new woman?" I say, still quite angry.
"If then in your room..." he grins.
"Leave me alone..." I say in a bad mood.
His grin doesn't fade.
"One last question..." his voice rises again.
My head lifts again.
"What is it, Norris? Spit it out and go," I reply.
"Why are you sleeping at Leclerc's?" he asks sternly.
"What do you care?" I ask back.
"Are you going to sleep your way through Formula 1?" he asks nastily.
A death stare touches his eyes.
"Says the guy who's already fucked the whole of Monaco, huh?" I reply meanly.
"The difference between the two of us is that women want me too...which the Formula 1 drivers can't say about you..." he says, again meanly.
*augh*
"Thanks for making me so complex, Norris," I say with a grin and slam the door in his face.
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The next morning, I walk down the stairs in a bad mood.
"Amalia..." comes Charles's voice.
My head rises, but I don't grimace. I sink like a stone onto a chair next to Charles, resting my head on his shoulder.
"Are you okay?" he whispers.
Unresponsive, I stare into space.
Lando, Maria and Lewis have just come into the kitchen where Charles and I are sitting.
"What happened?" Lewis asks Charles, but he just shrugs his shoulders.
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"You look beautiful in that dress," Charles whispers to me as we sit with the others in a restaurant.
"Well, I feel fat in it," I reply uncertainly.
As I turn my head, I see Lando following our conversation.
"Find yourself some hobbies, Norris," I say back, annoyed.
His gaze disappears from us.
Charles? Where were you last night?" I ask him, my gaze landing on Charles again.
"Um..." he hesitates.
"A lady?" I ask in surprise.
"Yes...forgive me for not telling you...I want to be sure about her before I announce anything...can you keep it to yourself?" he asks me nervously.
"Of course, Charlie. What's her name?" I reply with a smile.
"Alexandra."
"Charming name."
"Thank you, Amalia," he says and his lips touch my cheek.
I react with a wince.
"Sorry..." he says.
"It's all right, just an unfamiliar feeling..." I say with a slight smile, grasping his hand.
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Determined, I walked through the darkness of Monaco after dinner. Light raindrops from the sky touch my body while music distracts me a little. The rain gets heavier, which doesn't bother me. A loud honking horn to my right startles me. Away from my ears, I look to my right. His figure.
"Get in," he says sternly.
"No, I'm walking," I reply coolly.
"Get your ass in here," he says even more sternly.
"No, Norris," I reply.
"There's nothing worse than a girl being stubborn...grow up, Amalia." he says, pissed off, and leaves me standing in the rain.
My eyes follow his McLaren for a long time, which then disappears into the darkness.
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Soaked, I enter the apartment. There are noises in the kitchen, his personality of course.
"You asshole," I say angrily.
He turns around with a grin.
"You're a bit wet," he says with a grin.
A slap reaches him and he grabs my hand.
"Stop hitting me when you're angry."
"You left me out in the rain, you wanker," I say and try to snatch my hand from his.
His grip tightens.
"I couldn't say more than twice, so it's your own fault," he says and pushes me away from him.
"Then it's my own fault that I let you take my virginity..." I say sourly.
"Are you still hung up on that? Grow up..." he says coldly.
"Says the one who can't form a bond."
"I don't need anyone to cuddle...just someone who can satisfy me..." he replies, leaning against the kitchen counter.
"So I was just a source of satisfaction for you too?" I ask sourly.
His gaze turns away.
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I sat in the room, completely frozen, trying to warm up. There was a knock. So I got up and opened the door. My eyes fell downstairs. A black and fluffy hoodie lay at the bottom, with a note attached. :
"Put it on and if I see that it's still out here in 10 minutes, I'll put it on myself."
I immediately knew who it was. Without moving the hoddie even a millimeter, I close the door again. I gently lie down in bed and cover myself up to keep warm. A doorbell chimes. Without moving, my gaze remains fixed on the outside. His hands grip my upper arms, sit me up and he pulls the hoodie over me. Then he covers me up and leaves my room.
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Snuggled up in Charles' bed wearing his hoodie, I stare outside because I can't sleep. But a vibration from my cell phone brings me back to reality.
Lando: "Don't ever say you look fat again...that dress looked good on you today"
My lips caught this sentence several times, but I couldn't understand it.
Amalia: ,,did you get paid to write this to me?"
Lando: "I'm serious...never worry about your figure again...it's perfect..."
Amalia: ,,and what was that about your hoodie?"
Lando: "Just sleep now...the day was exhausting"
As I put my cell phone away, I started to smile slightly and closed my eyes.
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dangerous curves -Lando Norris (English Version)
FanfictionAmalia, Lewis Hamilton's sister, is a difficult 17-year-old with a complicated past and she hates many things. But the thing she hates the most is her brother's best friend. Lando Norris. He loves to provoke her and really enjoys it. Time and again...
