3| Delissa/Lando

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i'm trying so bad to get the image of lando off my head, but of course it doesn't work. why can't i?

"i'm telling you, you're getting obsessed with lando" beatrice said while we were on video call, eating ice cream and gossiping.

"i don't think obsessed is a good word for this situation, betty. i'm not obsessed"

"you can't stop thinking about him, you started watching edits on tiktok with him and don't think that i didn't notice your blush through the camera"

"this is the most absurd shit i've ever heard"

"delissa, you just met him and you act like you're married to him"

"can we change the subject? how about you and alex, huh?" i ask.

alex is her boy best friend that is giving her mixed signals at the moment.

"ugh, stop, delissa. me and alex aren't going to be together. just friends"

"i've heard that shit before, trust me"

suddenly, i hear the front door opening. charles and alexandra might be back after staying at a long talk with their friends.

i leave my phone on the call up stairs and go down stairs, expecting to see charles and alexandra.

but no.

my middle brother, arthur, and lando. shit, what? lando? god, when life was good, it became infuriating in 2 seconds. not on lando, on my older brother. why did he bring him here in the first place?

"hey, lissa. you might know lando" arthur said

"yeah, we met today at the paddock's cafe" i said.

lando smiles and nods. those dimples will be the death of me. i feel like my cheeks warm up. shit, what's happening to me?

arthur and lando went to play f1 together on charles' simulators. i talked a bit more with beatrice and than hang up.

i went to sit on the couch, but the door opens and lando gets out of the room. he passes by.

"do you know where're the drinks?"

"depends on what type of drinks"

he smirks. "delissa, don't play like this"

"fine. need a stronger one or lighter? i'm an expert"

"and i can tell from this that you're alcoholic"

"i wouldn't say the word, but if you say so" i said as i get up and go to the kitchen. he follows me like a dog wanting food.

"do you have medium?"

"mhm" i said as i get a bottle of vodka and two shot glasses and hand them to him. "lime is good too"

i walk back in the living room. he goes to arthur's room.

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it's 7 pm after the monaco grand prix. i literally cried when charles won. he did it for dad, we all know it. and i'm proud of him.

i'm getting ready for the after party. charles decided to throw it in our house, so i'm happy that i won't end up in someone else's bed tonight.

i'm wearing a white shirt dress with sleeves that is cropped at my chest. of course i wanted to show my curves. i might sound slutty but i never had sex in my life, and i'm actually afraid to.

my brown hair is curled at the ends and my makeup looks flawless, which i know at the end of the night won't look the same.

i'm putting on the cesare paciotti heels. you don't understand how much i love these heels. they are fabulous.

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the party goes on and to be honest, i think i drank too much. way too much. my vision is blurry and i can barely think or walk straight. it's like digging myself into a living hell.

the last thing i could see is me bumping into a hard chest that is covered by a black buttoned shirt.

LANDO'S POV

i walk around charles' house. i'm not interested in party today. don't get me wrong, i love to party, but i guess that i don't want to do it today. including the fact that magui is staying on my nerves now to make our pr relationship look more realistic.

i can't look realistic when i'm pr dating a fucking girl that cheated on her ex 3 times. or 4, i don't remember.

suddenly, someone pretty short bumps into my chest. i look down. delissa? of course she is drunk. she said that 'she's an expert at drinking', so an alcoholic idiot.

"delissa, what's wrong?" i ask. but no reply. she just hugs me like i'll slip away from her arms in any second and leave her alone in this chaos.

i couldn't do that. i can't leave her.

end of chapter 3

hello. sorry for not posting. i don't have time.

love you❤️

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