DNF - A Formula 1 Story (Lando Norris)

Chapter 16

"Fill my heart with song and let me sing forever more. You are all I long for, all I worship and adore." - Frank Sinatra

Lando

She's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen on a normal day, but tonight? Holy fuck, she's on a whole other stratosphere and I'm questioning once again what the hell she's doing with me. Her smile as she enters the club is breathtaking. Watching her take everything in is making me feel pretty good about myself because she looks happier than I think I've ever seen her.

People immediately bombard her with hugs and gifts, wishing her a happy birthday and she greets each and every one of them the same; with a bright smile and appreciative eyes. She finally finds my gaze and makes her way over to me. As soon as she's within arms length I have my hands on her hips and I'm pulling her close to me as I lean in to kiss her. Everyone here knows about us and is under strict instructions to not release any photos from tonight so I feel comfortable making it a good one. She melts into me and moans when I caress my tongue against hers and the sound goes straight to my dick. Which means I need to pull away. When I do, I rake my eyes up and down her, checking out her outfit.

"You look so fucking stunning, love." I whisper in her ear as I gently move her hair back and kiss her shoulder. She shivers at my touch and I know tonight is going to be a long night for the both of us. I already want to drag her out of the club and back to her place, but I won't. This party is for her and I want her to have an amazing time.

"Do you want something to drink?" I ask and she nods. Grabbing her hand, I lead us to the table we designated special for her. Lydia, Charles, Max, Kelly, Jeremy and Morgan are all sitting in the large booth when we approach.

"Champagne, tequila or vodka?" I ask as she gives the table a round of hugs.

"Champagne, please."

I quickly pour both of us a glass of champagne and by the time I'm done, she's back by my side. She takes the champagne from my outstretched hand and I clink her glass with mine.

"Cheers, love."

She smiles and then we both take a drink, our eyes not leaving each other until Morgan shouts, gaining our attention.

"Okay, it's officially time to start dancing bitches, let's go!"

Morgan then stands and links arms with Bianca, Lydia and Kelly follow suit behind them and they walk away from the table. I move to sit in the vacant seat next to Charles. My eyes don't leave Bianca, as I watch her begin to dance with Morgan. She's throwing her head back laughing at something Mor says and it makes me smile, she's so fucking beautiful.

"You have it bad, mate." Charles says as he nudges my shoulder and I finally look away from Bianca to see Charles, Max and Jeremy staring at me.

"That obvious?" I laugh, feeling a bit embarrassed with being caught staring at her. Especially in front of Jeremy. He seems cool with me, but I also know that could quickly change.

"Pretty much, yeah. But I've always thought it was obvious even when you first met, so what do I know?" Charles replies and I try not to flinch from his subtle dig. My past with Sophie is never going to fully get forgotten, which I understand but it still digs at me every time someone mentions what happened, even if they don't mean to. There's no escaping it and I guess that's my punishment. I turn my gaze back to Bianca and curse when I see who has found her...James.

His hands are resting on her hips as she looks up at him with a loving smile. They are talking animatedly and something he says has Bianca laughing. Then that fucker leans down and kisses Bianca on the cheek. I don't even realize I've stood up until I hear Jeremy.