i'm yours // OP81

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Jeddah 2024

My dress feels too tight, hugging my figure tighter than I hoped for. The dark green dress has a slit that goes almost to my crotch, but stops just a little before. Logan had to zip the side zipper up for me, a usual job of his when team dinners come about. Except this time I'll be with McLaren and not Williams. I stare at myself in the mirror, hating everything about the way I look. I pinch my sides through the dress, turning side to side.

"Calliope Jamison quit that before I call mom," Logan says from the bed, causing me to jump. I honestly forgot he was here. I figured he had left.

"Sorry," I murmur, leaning in close to the mirror to finish my makeup. I hear Logan sigh as he pushes himself up off the bed. He appears behind me in the mirror.

"You know you're able to call me tonight or anything happens, right?" Logan asks, leaning on the doorframe. His head is tilted to the side as he watches me move.

"Yes Logan, I know. I'm just scared of what people are going to say. This is literally us going official publicly," I say, wiping at the lip gloss that missed my lip. He sighs, running a hand through his hair. I turn around, signaling that I'm done and he smiles at me.

"Heel time?" he asks, softly grinning at me. I nod, buttoning his shirt up one more button, threes too much. He swats at my hand.

"Quit it. You'll look like a slut in front of Alex and Lily," I say, groaning as he unbuttons the button I had just buttoned. I grab my heels, walking towards the bed, where I sit comfortably on the edge. Logan kneels in front of me, buckling my heels for me. Once he finishes with that, he pulls me up off the bed, helping my stabilize myself.

"I love you, have a good night. Call me when you get back here or if you need me," Logan lectures me, pulling me into a hug. I chuckle, hugging him back.

"Yes dad," I say sarcastically, "I love you too Lo. If you're back before me, let me know." I pull away from the hug, patting him on the back. He heads out of the room with a final goodbye, while I sit and wait for Oscar to let me know he's here.

After about 10 minutes of scrolling on Instagram, Oscar texts me that he's outside. I grab my clutch and head out the room. My hair is curled and in a half up half down ponytail, the ends resting on top of my breasts. The ponytail part sways as I walk towards the lobby, my hips matching the way the ponytail sways. I spot his McLaren just outside the doors, the Australian standing next to the open passenger door. His white dress shirt is tucked neatly into his slacks. The sleeves are slightly rolled up, exposing his watch, which he keeps glancing at as I approach him.

"You clean up nice," I chuckle, looking him up and down. He grabs my hand, helping lower me into the car without flashing anyone. I tightly pull the slit over my leg, basically tucking it under my thigh.

"So do you," he replies with a grimace. I roll my eyes at him as he shuts the door, making his way around to the drivers seat. I buckle up, and shoot Logan a quick message that I was leaving. Oscar gets in, putting the car into drive. I watch out the window, playing with my fingers.

"If they ask: we met through Logan, we've been together for four months on the down low, you live with Logan but stay with me in Woking, and our first date was an aquarium," Oscar lists off 'information' about our relationship. I nod along, making mental notes of everything he says. The rest of the ride is pretty quiet, until we pull into the parking lot of the restaurant.

"One last thing; don't lie to me. If you don't want to do this or you want to leave, tell me. I don't like liars," he says sternly, putting the car into park. I nod, forcing a smile towards him. He gets out, walking around to help me out. I have my phone and clutch in one hand, Oscar's hand in my other. His hand is clenching, gripping mine as though I'm going to attempt to run away. We make our way to the front door of the restaurant, paparazzi and fans on every side of us.