Part 33 | The Devil Himself

When I woke up, Lando was already awake. Which lead us to another round of last nights games.

I straddled him as I grind my hips on his morning boner. He groaned and held onto my hips.

I reach for the hem of Lando's shirt I had slept it and lift it to pull it off—but suddenly the door opens to the bedroom.

"OH MY GOD—SORRY SORRY!" Arthur screamed and diverted his eyes and hid them behind his arm and then slammed the door shut.

I had frozen on the spot while Lando he remained invisible to Arthur seeing as I was straddling him. But I couldn't be 100% sure that Arthur hadn't seen it was Lando.

Panic settled and I jumped off of Lando who was just as panicked, I began to get my clothes on and threw the shirt I had borrowed from Lando at him before pulling a Ferrari hoodie over my body.

"Shit, shit, shit!"

I ran out of the bedroom and saw Arthur nowhere in the room.

"Arthur!" I screamed as I opened the door, I ran out of my room and saw Arthur briefly lean against the wall down the hallway, with his hand on his forehead in shock.

When he heard me and saw me coming running towards him, he screamed in a girlish manner and began running the opposite way.

"Arthur! Stop! I can explain, just stop running!" I shout. Mind you it was early in the morning and I was screaming and running down the hall like a maniac after Arthur who screamed as well.

"Alright alright!" Arthur shouted as he got trapped by the closed elevators.

"Did you see who it was?" I ask him breathlessly. Arthur eyes me alerted before shaking his head no.

"I can't believe I almost caught you having sex" Arthur said and gagged in disgust.

"I would say I'm sorry—but you crashed my hotel room, why did you?" I ask him confused as to why he was there.

"I was bored" Arthur half whispered in horror. "Please don't tell anyone of what happened, please, Art. Don't tell anyone what you saw" I beg him.

I pray to god that he won't tell anyone, because if the guys had a suspicion they would turn into Sherlock fucking Holmes and I didn't have the energy for that.

"Please, Arthur" I beg him once again and take his hand in mine, I squeeze it and shoot him my best puppy eyes.

"Okay, alright! But you gotta tell me who it was" Arthur said and winked at me.

"Never" I retort with a scoff before letting go of his hands. "Hey! I promised to keep your secret safe" Arthur whines.

"Just—don't worry about it, Art" I assure him and he eyes me before nodding in defeat. "Okay"

When I returned to my room alone, Lando was gone. I understood fully.

I groaned before throwing myself on the bed, on cue my alarm began to ring and I groaned louder in annoyance.

Arthur disturbed my morning fuck and made me run in the morning AND he chased Lando away.

It was safe to say that when I made my way down to breakfast with the others, I was grumpy as hell.

Lando kept trying to hide his grin as he knew exactly why I was so grumpy.

Qualifying was today so everyone was eager to get to the track. Which when we did, everyone got started.

Before I knew it practice was over and qualifying was on. I silently rooted for Lando and Charles as well.

Arthur was by my side the entire time even though I was now at the McLaren paddock. I hadn't had a chance to talk to Lando after the Arthur inchident this morning.

I couldn't wait to get him alone. To tell him how I feel, to tell him what I want.

Just thinking about it made a smile appear on my face.

Qualifying was ending and the cars were entering the garages once again. The results came in and as we heard their results, Arthur and I stood by the pit-lane.

Waiting for Charles and Lando to finish up.

"Sooooo, who was that guy?" Arthur asked as the silence became too much for him.

I glared at him in response and crossed my arms while looking for the two drivers.

"Come ooonnnn, tell me"

"Shut up"

"No, come on tell me"

"Arthur—Jasmine?" A voice called out. I felt like fainting on the spot.

I knew exactly who the voice belonged to. My face fell and Arthur looked at me confused, but then realization hit.

All of the color that once was on my face, disappeared within seconds. I didn't dare turn around.

I didn't want to see him, acknowledge him. Never.

Why was he here? Of all places!

"Jasmine? Is that you?" He called out again. "What do you want me to do?" Arthur mumbled quietly to me, so only I would hear.

"Get Charles. Now!" I hissed, somewhat discretely.

Arthur took off without another word, full on running down the pit-lane.

I took a deep breath and turned around to face him. The devil himself stood there before me.

"Zane" was all I said and did to greet him. He smiled annoyingly sweet at me. Though there was nothing sweet about him.

He had aged well, which was annoying. It was obvious he was successful.

"It's so good to see you!" Zane half shouted, with a boyish laugh he set off to pull me into his arms.

I remained void of all emotions on my face and my arms dangled by my sides.

Refusing to touch him, but also refusing to make a scene in front of everyone here.

"We have to catch up, are you free now?" Zane asked me and looked over my McLaren work clothes.

"No" I responded coldly. His grin didn't falter.

"Oh come on, for old times sake? Come on, let's grab a drink" Zane pressed. I glared at him in response.

"Come on, Jamie-bug. You know you want to" Zane said and tickled my side with his index finger.

"Not really" I said with a cringe expression on my face and slapped his hand away.

"I'll pick you up tonight, okay? Don't be so boring!" Zane said cheerily. It was all fake.

He wasn't cheery. He just didn't want to risk me making a scene so he appeared cheerful so nobody would accuse him of being rude or harassing me.

Where was Charles and Arthur when you need them? Seriously, how badly shape is Arthur in?

I feel like I've been standing here forever.

"Please, don't pick me up. I mean it Zane—don't you dare show up at my door" I warn him. He grins when I finally respond in a full sentence to him.

"Zane! Hi" Charles cut in, he shouted as he was breathless and urgency showed.

He shook Zane's hand and clapped his hand onto his chest to push him subtly back away from me and laughed to hide it.

"It's good to see you Leclerc. Shame about qualifying, I hope you'll do better tomorrow" Zane said and smacked Charles' chest rather harshly.

Arthur was ready to kill the guy, Charles as well.

Me—I was fucking raging. I could've jumped him on the spot.

"See you tonight, Jasmine! You look great! Mhh! Bye" Zane said and eyed me with hungry eyes.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes in annoyance. "What took you so long!?" I shout at the two once Zane is out of the way.

While I had my outburst, I hadn't noticed Lando in the back. Hearing everything that went down, seeing everything that went down.

While fuming with anger he stormed off, opposite of us.