Asphyxiate (Lando Norris/AU)

Chapter 8

Song: Seven nation army - The White Stripes

Lando

"Yeah, well, I think you're looking for Amy." Her voice, cold and dismissive.

This bitch.

I fight the urge to grab her throat and push her against the bar behind her. Make her behave towards me. To make her show some fucking respect towards me instead of always challenging me.

I turn around without a word instead and make my way to the table where Carlos has made himself at home with her friends. Idiot. I had to tell him to come with me tonight. This was the first time I openly affiliated myself with any of the drivers. I simply couldn't work in the open before the job required me to do so. It was annoying. We saw each other all the time outside the public eye, but of course no one could know that.

I sit down next to Carlos without so much as a glance towards the two women sitting together by the wall opposite Carlos. He was telling a story with the help of his hands, but I zone out as I watched Chloe walk towards the table.

A tray with shots balancing on the palm of one hand and the neck of two bottles of wine intertwined between her fingers on the other.

"And if I catch it coming back my way, I'm gonna serve it to you."

The words of the heavy rock song travelling between the walls of the pub is like a soundtrack to her movements.

My eyes travel down her body. Her black bralette hugs her tits and showcases a small, delicate tattoo between them, travelling from the bottom of the bra down the top of her stomach. Her pants were sparkling with the red and blue lights in the room. Are they see through?

Fuck. Me.

The oversized blazer concealing the curve of her waist and the swaying of her hips. Alluring was what it was. Her feet in black shiny heels and that red sole. Jesus fucking Christ, what's wrong with me?

My eyes shot to her face because while I let my eyes slide down her body, she had walked to the table and was now standing next to my chair. Her eyebrows raised as she looked at me with a tiny hint of amusement in her very dark brown eyes. One corner of her mouth raised in a tiny smirk.

She bent over the table and put the wine and tray down without uttering a single word, before she sat down and turned her attention to the red head, Amy, I think, on the other side of the table. I literally couldn't give a fuck what her name was.

I needed to clear my head. I abruptly stand up, muttering under my breath to Carlos next to me, "I'm gonna go have some fresh air." He looks up at me, mumbling, with a lopsided grin plastered on his face. "Yeah, you're gonna rip one off."

I roll my eyes, turning my back to him, "shut the fuck up, Carlos."

"He loves me," I hear him exclaim as I make my way through the tables to get outside as fast as possible.

The February air is chilling and instantly makes my breath visible like small white clouds when I step outside. I go around the corner to the alley next to the pub. How the fuck am I supposed to win her over when she's this closed off?

She infuriates me more than anyone I've ever met. The job seems a lot harder now. I had spent the last two months preparing and researching about her. I knew everything there was to know about her.

I knew her daily schedule. I knew what she ate for breakfast. I knew how she behaved in social settings and when she was alone. I knew how she worked, and how she carried herself at the office. I knew what was important to her. I had done my homework, like a good little boy.