Starting from the Pit lane - Lewis Hamilton

Revenge sex

Melissa couldn't communicate with Lewis in any way, she didn't have his number or an email, nothing at all.
She could have gone to Google and found the Mercedes customer service number but they would have thought she was crazy. But then why did she want to call him? She would see him again after just four days.
She looked at herself in the mirror, her skirt was crooked, her shirt was wrinkled and half unbuttoned with one part hanging out of the skirt, her hair was knotted where he had caressed and grabbed her and her lipstick was smeared.
She took a deep breath and put her hands through her hair as if to comb it with her fingers, as if to say "I have everything under control".
Liar, you lie to yourself knowing you are lying.
She looked at the time and was about to take her usual pajamas but she had used them too many times by now. She put on the second one, the reserve one, and promised herself that she would go to the laundry the next day as soon as she checked in at the new hotel.

Chiara and Marco had written to her. Chiara because she hadn't seen her anywhere in the paddocks all day and Marco because he wanted to understand what had led her to throw the phone down in his face with that tone. Melissa rolled her eyes and muttered a few words. She had gotten herself into trouble, not too big of a mess, but she knew it was a pebble rolling down a mountain. Soon that pebble would become an avalanche.
She replied to Chiara by telling her that she had felt a little nauseous and that she must have eaten something that had bothered her, that she had locked herself in a bathroom all the time. She didn't answer Marco. Melissa was a little ashamed. Every time she read the message he had sent her "Why did you do it?" She remembered Lewis's lips on her neck, his breathing, his hungry gaze, his tattooed hands... and then she forgot what she was supposed to do in the first place.
She turned off the phone believing she was also turning off his brain for a moment.

Days passed and Saturday morning arrived.
Marco would show up at the paddocks again and leave on Sunday morning, when the race was in the afternoon.
When Melissa saw him arrive the bar smiled kindly at him but it was clear that she was more tense than usual. In the end the two had both written and called each other once during those days. Marco thought that the tension was directly proportional to the amount of work, he had read the management's plan and did not put further pressure on her.
-So, how did the race go last week-
-Good, good! - she said quickly, looking away -it went well- she sipped her latte, leaving the foam on her upper lip.
-You got a little dirty- he smiled, handing her a napkin.
Melissa just put her index and middle fingers, leaving the rest of her hand open, on her mouth to then lick the foam.
-Don't do that, it's vulgar. Here- he frowned slightly but kept his smile and left the napkin next to the cup. Melissa smiled embarrassed and looked at the ground, then cleaning herself of the foam. She had pink lipstick printed on both the cup and the napkin -Of course you could avoid wearing makeup to at least have breakfast, you are still a beautiful woman. You don't need it- he turned towards her and smiled -then I like natural things more- he sipped his espresso.
The woman remained silent. Incredulous.
-I don't have time to go back to the hotel and do my makeup. I'll have a ready breakfast first and get settled in later. Then you said it as if I was doing it to impress you, who have known me for years- she finished drinking her milk and took one last bite of her croissant.
-I just wanted you to know that I am convinced you are a beautiful woman, with or without that thick lipstick or the colors on your eyelids- he looked her in the eyes, smiling at her. Those were the moments when she fell into his trap.

Then they managed to chat for two minutes about his work and greeted each other with a kiss. And everyone goes their own way.

Melissa showed up for qualifying but, so as not to seem too obvious, she went to the Ferrari box, where they now knew her. Even there, only some remembered her name, others just recognized her.
She saw Lewis who had placed badly and went to look for him in his box –Hey. Did you sleep badly?- she asked kindly.
-Given the circles under the eyes that your boyfriend has, it's the two of you who haven't slept much-
Marco had arrived that morning and would leave the next morning.
Melissa froze –much unlikely, we slept because we weren't in the same room. You'll see tomorrow morning what dark circles we'll both have!- she immediately bit her tongue and Lewis burned her with his gaze.
-If I remember correctly, you came by my hand- he caressed his middle and ring fingers with his thumb –you don't know how to stay quiet, in any context-.
Melissa turned red in the face and struggled to swallow. That damn feeling in my stomach again...
-I don't see how you could be interested since everyone is talking about a liaison with Shakira and, in fact, they had seen the singer at some competition- 
It had taken Lewis by surprise, and for the first time he didn't know how to respond to her. It had amazed him. Melissa actually always amazed him but that time, that damn time, he felt his insides twist.
-I don't understand- he replied in a hoarse voice -every time you see him you become...- he took a breath -...you go back to the smirk you were when we met-
-You started it!- she shouted, making some people turn around. They were used to arguments but not to shouting. Melissa had wide eyes and labored breathing, she looked like she was about to give him a slap but she would never have allowed herself. She grabbed her bag violently and left, and Lewis heard the sound of her heels getting further and further away. Defeated, he pretended to have won the fight by walking towards the locker room.

Melissa reached Marco's hotel and surprised him by being found in his room with a bottle of sparkling wine. She had specially bought a red lace underwear that same afternoon and waited for him lying on his bed. When Marco came back and saw her, his jaw dropped.
-You are beautiful- he said paralyzed at the door. Melissa moved her hair and sat on her knees. She caressed his waist and hips and watched him crawl towards her.
With arrogance, she made him lie under her and with equal aggression she kissed him. He, convinced it was passion, arrogantly grabbed her thighs and unbuttoned his trousers. He moved her underwear and tried to make her his. Melissa took a moment, moving her hips away from his body. Marco opened the drawer and took a travel size lubricant and caressed the girl after greasing his hand. Melissa then made him understand to make space between her and began to move quickly. The girl looked at the ceiling, putting her hands on her chest and caressing herself.
She leaned over him and kissed him again, caressed his hair but all she saw were braids and a dark complexion.