Forty-Two: Celebration

246 6 0
                                    

I walk out of the bathroom of my hotel room in the short black dress Lando bought me when we visited home. He's sitting on the edge of my bed in a white button-up and black slacks. His sleeves are pushed up on his arms showing off his thick veins, "You're making it really hard for me to leave this room tonight," he tells me walking over. I wrap my arms around him kissing him softly.

"How does it feel being a Formula One race winner?" I ask unbuttoning two more buttons showing off his chest more. He takes my hands kissing my knuckles with a huge smile.

"It's better than I could imagine. Especially with you by my side," he smirks. I wipe some of my lipstick off his lips as his smile grows. There is something in his eyes that makes me wish this day would never end. Everyone in Formula One is like proud big brothers looking at their sibling succeeding. Charles was the first one who didn't know about us to text asking if he saw what he thought he saw.

"Max texted me the address of the club we are going to. Tonight is your night and you deserve nothing but the best." My phone rings and I see it's Kelsey. I pick up the FaceTime call and she screams.

"I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU," She yells at Lando as he leans his head against mine. I aim the camera at him and he thanks her as Peter comes on screaming.

"Dude, we put it on the screens at the club and everyone was excited. We have to celebrate when you come home," he says, "Proud of you," he says as Kelsey takes the phone back from him.

"Are we going to talk about the kiss or what?" she asks making us both laugh, "Peter is sad he lost his fake girlfriend," she jokes. We talk for a bit before she hangs up. She told us to get shit-faced and enjoy the night.

I turn to him holding my hand out as he grabs his wallet and room key. He wont have to touch his wallet tonight but he says he doesn't want anyone paying for him. We take a private car to the club his arm around my shoulders as I watch Miami go by through the windows, "I'm starting to love America," I smile as he squeezes my arm.

"So am I"

We arrive at the club and we are rushed inside. The entire club is decked out in Papaya coloring. Lando's smile is huge as he puts his arm around my lower waist. We follow someone who works there to the VIP section where all the guys are to celebrate. Oscar and Carlos pop confetti cannons all over us and Lando laugh loudly pulling his friends in for a hug. Max pops open champagne and starts messily pouring it into glasses. I'm assuming they started drinking before we got here. Oscar hands me a glass and I thank him as we all hold the glasses up.

"To Lando's first win," Carlos yells as Lando pumps his hands in the air to the music. The vibes are high and it's nice seeing all the guys celebrating together. I didn't bring my camera but I use my phone to snap some photos of them all. Shot after shot is passed around. It's like an episode of Euphoria. Strobe lights are dancing across everyone as Lando jumps up and down.

I walk to the bar giggling with Charles, "I can't believe you didn't tell me you and Lando were dating," he says ordering another round for everyone.

I chew on my straw as I look back watching Lan, "I'll probably be fired from McLaren but it's worth it," I smile turning at Charles. I order two shots for us and he clinks his glass with mine before taking it. He jogs in place grimacing at the taste. I grab two rum and cokes as Charles pays. I bring them to Lando and Max.

They are sitting at the table now. Lando pulls me onto his lap and I look down at him, "Having a good night?" I ask running my fingers through his curls.

His eyes are narrowed and the smile on his face is glued on as he hums his response. The feeling of his hand in my outer thigh toying with the slit in my dress makes my heart stop. He holds his glass up for me to sip, "Do you want to dance?" I ask rubbing his jawline with my hand cupping his ear, "the cut on your nose looks better," I tell him as he stares at me. I softly giggle and look into his eyes, "You going to speak or what?" I tease.

From the Past - Lando Norris Where stories live. Discover now