falling for your enemy II Lando Norris

3. one room

Lando's POV

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

"What the fuck are you doing in my room?" I ask, eyeing him with every bit of irritation I can muster.

"Well, hello to you too. And you're in my room, not the other way around." God, I wish I could strangle him right now and get away with it. I mean, I brought this nice girl with me... Mara? Maria? Maja? Whatever, she's hot. She's still glancing between me and Ashton, mostly gawking at him, like girl, you came here for me, not him.

"Hey, I'm Lisa," she pipes up, smiling at Ashton. Damn. Not even close.

"Not gonna lie, Lisa, I really don't give a fuck right now," he snaps. I raise an eyebrow at that—guess he's not thrilled with this situation either.

Lisa just mutters a quiet "oh" and shuffles back, trying to hide behind me in the doorway. I glance around the room, noting the suitcases scattered across the floor. My two bags and two that are definitely not mine. Damn, this is really happening. Not gonna lie, this whole situation's a pain, but I've really got to get layed right now. I turn back to Ashton.

"I'll call Zak about this later. You can leave for now—I'm busy."

He looks at me, then at Lisa, looking completely scandalized. "You're kicking me out of my room to hook up with this girl? Do you even know who she is?"

I roll my eyes. I should've known he'd make this difficult. "It's none of your business, Sidwell. Just get your ass out for an hour, and we'll sort this out after."

"I'm not leaving."

There's a long pause as we stare each other down, but he doesn't budge. Stubborn bastard. I sigh. "Right. Have it your way." I pull—was it Lena?—into the room and shut the door, steering us toward the bedroom.

"Oh my god, are we having a threesome?!" She practically bounces with excitement.

I nearly gag. "What the hell is wrong with you? No," I snap, just as Ashton shouts, "Fuck no!" With that, I disappear into the bedroom with her, leaving Ashton to stew on the other side.

She lies down on the bed, eyeing me up and down. Honestly, I should probably feel embarrassed that Ashton can hear everything from the living room—and yeah, I'm not exactly quiet. Normally, I'm pretty proud of that, but I'll dial it down a bit today. No need to give the rookie any blackmail material right off the bat.

Ashton's POV

I probably should've left. Now I'm stuck in the living room, listening to sounds I really wish I hadn't heard—some of which are downright confusing. But one thing you should know about me: I'm a stubborn ass. If I say I'll do something, I'll do it, and right now, I'm proving a point by staying.

Honestly, I didn't peg Lando as the type to bring random girls back to his room. Then again, I barely know the guy. Still, it's disorienting. I try stretching my neck, hoping to relax, but each sound coming from that bedroom just reminds me of how long it's been since... well, since I was layed. Almost a year. How pathetic is that?

This has been going on for exactly 28 minutes now, and I'm on the edge of losing my mind. It doesn't help that my phone is dead, and my charger? Yeah, that's in the bedroom. So here I am, stewing in silence, unable to even call Christian to fix... whatever is happening here.

Then, there's a particularly loud moan—a deep one—and it goes dead quiet. My head snaps to the door. Jesus Christ. Was that Lando? Well, he's got... a voice, apparently. The room finally falls silent after some quiet shuffling and a few stray thuds. Great, that whole scene is now burned into my brain forever.

And to top it all off, I'm now uncomfortably turned on. I take a deep breath, trying to shake it off, when she finally slips out, giving me a small wave with her hair all messy and her clothes askew. At least he doesn't keep them overnight.

I get up from the couch and peek into the bedroom, only to see Lando sprawled out on the bed, stark naked. I quickly slap my hand over my eyes.

"What the hell is wrong with you, man?"

He smirks, completely unfazed. "Calm down. It's nothing you haven't seen before. I'm sure you look at your dick every day." Finally, he has the decency to pull the covers up.

"Yeah, but that's mine. Doesn't mean I wanna see yours."

"Jesus, are you always this uptight?" Lando mutters as he reaches for his phone on the bedside table, quickly dialing a number. A few seconds pass before he speaks again. "Hi, Zak, so there's a bit of a big—WHAT?"

I flinch as he practically yells into the phone. He hangs up after a few moments, his expression somewhere between bewildered and annoyed. What the hell did Zak just tell him? Lando shifts his gaze back to me, his face dead serious.

"We're screwed."

"What...how?" I ask, crossing my arms.

He takes a deep breath, clearly frustrated. "Turns out you weren't registered at this hotel because, apparently, your amazing Red Bull team can't communicate properly, and Zak thought he'd do you a favor by helping out. So...this is my room. You don't even have one."

It takes a second to process, but it all falls into place. "So, we share a room now? Not exactly in my plans, but sure—unless..."

I hesitate, picking up my phone charger and plugging it in. "I'll just ask Max if I can crash with him."

"Please, by all means."

But of course, Max isn't much help. As soon as my phone powers up, I see his text pop up on the screen: Keeping my routine, sorry, mate. Good luck.

I glance back at Lando, who's lying in bed, still naked, though at least he's got the sheets pulled over himself. I don't know what it is about this man, but he has a way of making my life significantly more complicated. Sure, I'd noticed he was good-looking—I'm bi, not blind—but now is hardly the time for me to even think about that.

I shift uncomfortably, feeling how grimy my clothes are after two days of travel. "Listen, mind if I use the shower?"

Lando lets out an exaggerated groan. "Yes, please. Just do it."

I stand there, waiting for him to take the hint. The shower is right there, not separated from the rest of the room. He doesn't even glance up, focused on his phone.

"Uh, hello?" I wave a hand, trying to get his attention.

Finally, he looks up. "What? Need me to wash you?"

I shoot him a deadpan look. "No. I just thought, maybe, you could leave the room for like...fifteen minutes?"

Lando glances at the glass-enclosed shower. "Nope."

"What do you mean, no?"

"I mean, I'm not getting up, and this is my room. So, if you want to shower, go ahead, but I'm not going anywhere." He shrugs.

I stare at him, half-expecting him to change his mind, but he doesn't budge. Great. Wonderful.

I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Look, man, I just want to shower in peace. You don't need to be here for that."

"You could just pretend I'm not here," he says with another shrug, barely looking up. "Or you can wait until I fall asleep. Either way, I'm not moving."

I stare at him, considering my options. I could drag him out of the room, though that might escalate things more than necessary. I could go downstairs and shower in the gym, but that should already be closed by now.

"Fine," I mutter, yanking my hoodie over my head. Lando looks up for a split second, raising an eyebrow, but then pointedly shifts his attention back to his phone. At least he's giving me that much.