Part 15 | Endings

The next weeks were all the same, work, party and drinking my ass off. Although I somehow managed to do my morning runs with Arthur, half of the time I was still drunk.

I raced down the street with Arthur on the passenger seat in my ferrari, I pulled up at the restaurant we were meeting Charles at, I let the valet take the car and gave him a tip.

"I can't believe I let you drive, you're probably still drunk" Arthur teased and I snorted before hitting his shoulder.

"Probably" I retorted with an eye roll, I glanced to the side and the last person I wanted to see met my eyes. Lando sat there with a woman and Max around a table.

I scoffed and looked away from him, Arthur shook my arm and pointed into the restaurant as he spotted Charles, then we walked inside. At least I was dressed nicely, so I didn't look like shit.

It was the first time seeing him since that morning. I would be lying if I said it didn't hurt like a fucking bitch, but I had to pull myself together.

"Hey guys, look who I found" Charles calls out from the table. I smirk as I see his friend, I hugged him and smiled.

"Hey George" I say before hugging Charles and then I take my seat. "I didn't know you were back?" I say and take a sip of the wine Charles had ordered for me.

"I came back two days ago" He says and smirks a little. We all start talking and before I know it, hours had passed, George and I were flirting for all those hours, it was the usual whenever we were together.

"Do you want me to give you a ride home?" I ask George when we make our way out of the restuarant.

"Yeah, that would be great" George said and we both said goodbye to Arthur and Charles. The valet brings us our cars and so we split up.

I could feel eyes on my back and so I knew Lando was still sitting there. I touched Georges arm as he told another joke and I laughed along with him.

"Let's go" I say and get in my car, he follows and I take off without hesitation. When I look in the rearview mirror I see Lando with a dark glare on his face.

I smirk before racing down the street, I overtake Charles easily and I stop by George's house. "You want to come in?" George asks with a familiar look in his eyes.

I knew what that meant. We had been friends with benefits after my ex Zane and I split. It wasn't exactly new to me, we knew what it was about. No feelings, just sex.

"Sure" I give in and park the car before letting him lead me into his house. Although I knew the way. He slammed my back against the door and his lips crashed onto mine, although I had made out with George before, it felt foreign and weird.

But I continued.

Soon enough, clothes were thrown everywhere and George fucked me against the door, he didn't waste any time.

He got right to it, as we both prefered. Once we both had finished, we ended up on the couch. As I caught my breath George fell asleep, as I glanced at him and sighed, I decided to leave so I got dressed before leaving his house.

That was the drill.

I raced back home and showered. Sofia had decided to crash my house once again, and I let her.

"Why don't you just move in? I'm about to travel with Formula 1, which means I'll barely be home and I need someone to make sure everything is fine here" I ask her.

"Really?" Sofia asks and I nod as I wrap the towel tighter around my body.

I throw myself on the couch next to her and she eyes me, with a knowing smirk, she doesn't bother saying anything.

"What are we having for dinner?" I ask her as I see what movie she put on. "Pizza"

I nodded before getting up one again, I grabbed a bottle of rosé, one for me and another for Sofia.

We both popped the bottles and took a sip of the bottle. "Cheers to the single life" Sofia said and clinked her bottle with mine.

Hours later, I was still in my towel, we had eaten pizza and we both had a buzz going on, Sofia filmed us as we danced to the music playing all over the speakers in my house.

I laughed as Sofia bopped her head as she filmed herself with me in the background. Later I saw she had posted it and her phone was blowing up with notifications.

"Lando has seen it" Sofia notes, with a raised eyebrow. "What?" I say confused and look at her screen. His name is truly enough there as she looks at who has seen the video on her instagram story.

"Fuck him" I retort and take another swig of a new bottle. "Fuck him indeed" Sofia agreed. The rest of the night we watched movies while drinking and I had slipped on underwear and passed out on the couch next to my sister.

It wasn't my intention to be this drunk or reckless, but seeing Lando for the first time in weeks, it affected me more than I wanted to.

I don't think I'll ever be able to get used to him being around and not being able to get along with him.

Not when this is how I feel when I see him.

I tried to make myself hate Lando, but I didn't succeed, I only grew sadder and more angry with myself.

I know how I felt about Lando, when I was with Mike I didn't feel anything-but with Lando, I felt everything.

Despite my knowledge of my own feelings, I chose to protect myself and not risk to get hurt in the same way as I had before.

Because as I had promised myself I wouldn't date a famous guy again. I wouldn't be able to take it.

My mental health had taken a serious hit with Zane. I can't do that again, no matter how good I think the guy is. Even Lando.

No matter what our friendship had been ruined as well, he wanted nothing to do with me if I couldn't give him more than a friendship-which I wouldn't be able to give him.

I wake up groggily from the couch, in pain from the Lando thing. Sofia slept on the other couch and I admired her ability to remain happy and healthy.

If this is what he truly wanted. I would grant him peace and so I pulled my phone out, my finger hovered over his name.

Not the call button this time, it was the delete button.

I pressed it and confirmed the removal of him as my contact, once I had done it, I felt a frown come onto my face when I felt like I had reached the end.