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I went with Lando to his apartment. He had to be careful doing that though, you never know what kind of people you let in.

But he was so innocent, he probably didn't think about that.

"Do you want something to drink?" He said as he walked to his kitchen, I followed him. "Yeah, what do you have?"

"Water, champagne" he said as he opened his fridge. I thought he would give me other suggestions, but that's where he stopped.

"Oh, uh-water is fine" I shrugged. He grabbed two glasses, filled them with water and gave one to me.

"So I think we can help each other out" he said, turned his face to me and smiled. "I need a fake girlfriend"

"Oh really? Why?"

He explained me the reason. The fake email, which he obviously thought was real, the girl he liked, which everyone hated, including Mclaren.

"So you need me to pretend to be your girlfriend so Mclaren will be happy?" I summarized.

"Exactly and you need a fake boyfriend so your ex will back off" he smirked, proud of his plan, not realizing he walked in the web I weaved.

"You just need to come to a couple of races, meet my boss and team" he went on.

And meet number seven, again.

"That's a pretty smart plan" I nodded. "Never thought you had it in you"

He rolled his eyes. "I am not doing this for you, I'm doing this for myself"

"Yeah awesome, I'm not doing this for you either" I shrugged.

"Awesome" he mocked me, took another sip from his drink. "So the next race is in two weeks time, so please be there"

"Where is it?"

He sighed, as if I just asked the stupidest question. Excuse me that I didn't know the entire F1 calendar, it's not like I was interested in that at all.

"Spain" he answered.

"Okay, buy me some plane tickets and I will be there"

He chuckled. "Why should I buy you plane tickets?"

"Because you're rich and you want me to be your fake girlfriend?" I frowned.

"And you want me to be your fake boyfriend, right?" He raised his eyebrow. "Besides, you had tickets for Monaco, I bet you don't need my money"

This guy was getting on my last nerves. I couldn't stand him.

Why did he have to be the one that was single? Out of everyone.

"Well, find yourself another fake girlfriend then" I shrugged uninterested, walked out of the kitchen.

I was praying he would follow me and tell me he would pay for it.
Because I didn't have money for it, but maybe I could ask Shirley to fix a plane ticket.

I also wanted to test him a little.

"Wait Bonnie" he said as he grabbed my arm. "I will pay for your plane ticket"

I took my arm back. I didn't like people touching me, especially not strangers.

Which he was, he was a stranger, I knew nothing about him.

"Great" I smiled, gave him my phone. "Put your number in my phone please"

He did what I asked, he put my number in his phone as well.

"See you in two weeks, Lando!" I cheerfully said, which he knew, was sarcastic.

"Bye Bonnie" he said, I swear I could hear him laugh a little, but that was probably my imagination.

He was definitely my key to getting close to number seven.

But first, it was time to finish off Mark. My 'job interview' was right before I had to leave for Lando's next race.

I would have to finish him off quickly. Which was too bad because I wanted to torture him a little.

He definitely deserved to be tortured.

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