Racing Through My Thoughts

Chapter Twenty-Five: Mistakes

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--Evelyn's POV--

Work has been a nightmare. I have been here for well over twelve hours because nobody knows what the fuck they are doing. The dress I'm wearing keeps rising up my thighs every time I stand up and sit down. When I look at the clock I realize nobody will be answering their phones for the rest of the night and decide to call it. I say goodbye to some of my colleagues before pushing out the front door. I get a call from Oscar as I walk out of work and put the phone to my ear, "Where's Lando?" he asks as I furrow my eyebrows.

"No idea. I haven't seen him in two weeks," I tell him as he walks into a quieter room.

"What are you talking about? He told me you were with him the other night," He says as I get into my car completely confused.

"I'm close to his place. I'll let you know if he's home," I tell him feeling frustrated that I'm being dragged into this shit. I assume we have broken up because he hasn't reached out and I keep seeing videos of him in town with friends. I pull up outside of Lando's building and hurry inside so I can get this over with. I knock on his door and hear nothing in return so I use the key he gave me. I hear the shower being turned off as I slam the door shut to let him know I'm here. He walks out with a loose towel around his waist dripping water on the floor.

"What the hell are you doing here? How did you get in?" he asks as I hold the key up and place it on the counter. I go to walk out but I turn around and decide I can't hold back any longer.

I roll my eyes as he doesn't say anything else, "Why are you such an asshole? Oscar called me worried cause you didn't go to practice and now you are just going to stand there like I'm some groupie who's obsessed with you," I yell feeling all the anger that's been bubbling inside me for the past two weeks. 

He laughs biting his lip as he moves closer, "I figured you were content with Max seeing as you guys are together all the time. Do you have a thing for F1 guys or he's the first guy that looked at you," He states as I look at him confused.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I ask.

"I saw the pictures from the gala and the after-party. You were glued to his side the entire night and then he pulls me to the side after and starts yelling at me to get my shit together. Nice to know I can trust you when it comes to us," He says. I've never seen him look this way not even on the track. Not even when Lance slammed into him.

"You mean the party you never showed up at because you did god knows what and got your ass kicked. I'm sorry I felt like I had to talk to someone and I knew Max would be there for me unlike you," I yell before realizing how close I've gotten to him. His eyes flicker to my lips as I glare at him, "You're an asshole," I whisper as he closes the distance. I gasp feeling his hand caress my jawline and move to my cheeks. My back arches as he pushes against me through the force of the kiss. 

Our legs are a mess as his lips hungrily attack mine, "I don't like you talking to Max," he whispers as he sucks along my neck making me wince at the feeling. 

"Fuck you," I whisper. His hands move to the hem of my dress pulling it up my legs as I push him backwards. The way his eyes look as he stares down at me sends a shiver down my spine. I pull my dress over my head and watch as his eyes trail the length of my body. The anger in the air makes everything more sensitive as he pushes me towards his bedroom. He slams the door behind us and pushes me into the bed. His shirt is thrown across the room before he presses his body against mine. The bruising on his side is gone but he has a mark on his temple still. 

When I realize what just happened I got to grab my things. He hasn't even caught his breath yet as I scramble to put my dress back on, "Stay. Please," he pleads. I fight everything inside me telling me not to look back and lose. The look in his eyes makes me stand up as I grab my dress sliding it on.

"Can you tell me what's going on with you?" I ask as I stand by the door. He stays silent making me wish I never even came here, "If it wasn't clear before....we are done. I've done enough relationships where I was lied to and I can't do that again," I tell him as I walk out. I hear him call my name and quickly grab my shoes shutting his door behind me. I bite back the tears until I'm in my car and turn the key not being able to see. I sit in the parking garage of his building feeling disgusting and shakily grab my phone. I text Oscar that he's at his place and he's fine before composing myself. I stare in the mirror and tell myself to get over it before pulling out of the spot and driving back to the apartment. 

Charles and Kyla are in the kitchen cooking dinner when they see me walk in. I give them a forced smile as I quickly go to my room to most likely cry the rest of the night. There is a knock at my door so I wipe my eyes and face my closet so I look like I'm doing something, "Max and Carlos are coming over for the football match," She informs me.

"Sounds good. I'll come out in a little. I just want to get cleaned up from work," I tell her as she says a small okay and shuts the door.