And isn't it so pretty to think.... all along there was an invisible string tying you to me.
In which Mia Reed, a famous actor and singer attends the Monaco Grand Prix with her at the time boyfriend. Little did she expect her favorite driver to sli...
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"Landooooooooo," I said over the phone, my voice a mix of exasperation and playful annoyance.
"Miaaaaaaaa," he mimicked, his tone equally teasing.
"A thumbs up? That's all I get?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.
"I would've said more, but I thought you might kill me," he replied, flashing that million-dollar smile that melts me every time.
"I may still. Get out of my comment section."
"You looked absolutely stunning," he said, his tone turning serious.
"Don't I always?" I replied, trying to keep my composure but feeling my cheeks warm.
"No, you do, don't get me wrong. But that photo was chef's kiss," he said, dramatically kissing his fingers.
"Thank you," I said, looking down to hide my blush.
"Especially right now," he added, reaching for his phone to take a screenshot.
"Stop," I laughed, turning away from the camera.
It's been a week since we admitted our feelings for each other, and I feel like a middle schooler navigating first crushes. I've been scrambling to find any gap in my schedule for us to meet, but it's proving nearly impossible. Our texts have escalated to flirtatious and sometimes accidentally scandalous exchanges. I might have sent him a teasing photo of me in bed after a night out, which led to the most unforgettable phone call ever.
"I want to go on a date," he blurted out.
"We will... soon, hopefully," I said, feeling slightly guilty that I'm the one preventing us from meeting.
"Why can't I just come to you?" he groaned.
"You know why," I replied, trying to sound firm but knowing he was right about how hard this distance is.
"Yeah, but I don't like it."
"Tough. I promise, as soon as I have a few free days, I'll book the first flight out."
"And then we can get a live-action version of the other night," he said, biting his lip to keep from grinning. My cheeks flushed at the reminder of our steamy phone call.
"Gotta buy me dinner first," I said, attempting to keep my composure amidst the fluttering in my chest.
"I'll buy you whatever you want," he said, trying to sound smooth.
"What a gentleman," I gasped, laughing softly. "Okay, I have to head to set now. I'll call you later. Muah," I said, blowing a kiss toward the camera. He responded with a warm goodbye and kissed his fingers bringing them to the camera
I set my phone down, letting out a squeal into my hands. The mix of giddiness and anticipation was making my heart race like never before.
"Get it together, Mia," I said, taking a deep breath and looking at myself in the mirror. I adjusted my makeup and grabbed my script, trying to focus on the last scene of the night.
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Drew, Madelyn, and I were lounging in her apartment, chowing down on dinner and chatting like old friends. The evening was going smoothly until Drew decided to throw me under the bus.
"Mia, have you filled Madelyn in on your current situation?" Drew asked, looking way too pleased with himself.
"I would if I had any clue what's going on," I retorted, feeling exasperated.
"What are you talking about?" Mads asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.
"Okay, so remember wine night when you guys came over?" I began, trying to sound casual. "Well, that night, I got a DM from Lando Norris—the Formula 1 driver. We've been talking ever since."
"Mia, that was almost two months ago. How have you kept this a secret?" Mads asked, her eyes wide with shock.
"Because I don't even know what this is," I said, shrugging. "I've only met him once in person, and we didn't even have a real conversation. It all just feels so... weird."
"They had phone sex the other night," Drew stated bluntly, and I shot him a glare.
"You did what?" Mads squealed, grabbing my arm with a mix of shock and excitement.
"It's not exactly my proudest moment," I admitted, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.
"She's a horn dog," Drew said, sounding nonchalant but with a glint of amusement in his eye.
"Well, we have a week off before filming in Charleston. Why don't you go see him then?" Mads suggested, her tone hopeful.
"Because I have back-to-back events and meetings in LA before I go to Charleston. My schedule isn't exactly open," I said, leaning back with a sigh. I'd tried justifying canceling all my meetings for that week, but I didn't get to where I am by blowing off work for a boy.
"I still can't believe you kept this from me," Mads said, sounding like I'd hidden a secret family from her.
"I wasn't hiding it; I was just avoiding turning my dating life into a soap opera," I clarified.
"Did a lot more than talking," Drew added with an exaggerated moan, clearly enjoying himself.
"Leave me alone; you're the one who kept topping up my wine," I shot back, pointing an accusatory finger at him.
Mads chuckled and shook her head. "Well, I guess I should've suspected something was up when you started glowing and giggling like a teenage girl every time your phone buzzed. Just remember, no matter how messy it gets, we've got your back. And no more secrets—unless they involve free tickets to Formula 1 races."
