Part 34 | Talks

Once everything was over and we all arrived at the hotel, I made a beeline to get my hands on Lando.

He had looked more pissed than I had seen him before. "Lan, can we talk?" I ask him and put my hand on his chest to stop him from walking.

"Was it him?" Lando asked with fury, I furrowed my brows in confusion, despite that he pulled me into an empty conference room.

"Zane Thompson—thee actor?" Lando retorted with spite and crossed his arms.

Realization dawned on me and my face fell, my reaction made it clear to Lando and he groaned.

"You dated him or what? What did he do to you?" Lando asked, but he wasn't really asking, he was demanding.

"Lando, it's complicated. Can we go up to my room or yours to talk about it? I don't want to do it here" I say and look around the room.

"Why is he coming to get you tonight?" Lando pressed on, ignoring my request.

"He's not—Lando I will explain—""—It doesn't matter. You're not going" Lando said and I raised an eyebrow and scoffed in response.

"First of all—what the fuck? I didn't even want to go, second of all—don't try to decide what I can and cannot do" I retort and cross my arms. Lando sighed and silence took over for two hot minutes.

"I'm sorry, you're right. But he didn't take no for an answer, Jas. I heard him, I was waiting for you at the garage, I heard him—so what did he do to you?"

I sigh and cup his face with my hands to make him look into my eyes.

"I will explain everything—let's go upstairs, okay? As I said, I don't want to do it here" I repeated myself.

Lando nodded with a frown but followed me when we walked out. We got in the elevator and Lando pulled me into a hug once the doors closed.

"I've been looking for you since this morning, there was something else I wanted to talk about" I tell him as I rest my chin on his chest and look up at him.

"What is it?" Lando asks with a small smile.

"In the room, Lando. You can wait for two minutes" I retort and roll my eyes playfully.

He chuckles before shaking his head, he slowly lifted his hand and gently brushed my hair away from the healed scar above my eyebrow, he let his thumb brush over the tender scar.

"I'm okay, Lando" I assure him, he reaches down to peck my lips softly.

The doors open and I push away from him, just in case. "You're gonna pay for that" Lando mumbled as he walked past me, I chuckled and followed him.

He opened his door and pulled me in before we sat down in the living room of his hotel room.

I slowly started telling Lando in details just how Zane had treated me, what he had done, said and just how much he fucked up with his presence in my life.

Lando had stayed quiet the entire time, to let me explain and vent to him. This was just as much to his advantage, now he knew why I swore to never date a celebrity and while Lando had been working on persuading me with another way—he know knew how to find a loophole to persuade me.

"I'm gonna kill him" Lando voiced out as he glared at the floor in anger. I put my hand over his and laced our fingers together and gave his hand a squeeze—which he returned and a small smile was sent my way.

"I dare him to try and get you tonight, I will guard your door myself. I don't give a flying fuck" Lando retorted with a sarcastic scoff and stood up.

This side to Lando kind of turned something on inside of me. My heart tightened and I felt my stomach jump around in excitement.

Not that I supported that kind of jealousy behavior...

"Don't worry, you'll be in my room with me" I say and smirk a little. Lando laughs before grabbing my face, his lips smashed onto mine and it was clear that even though it was just us two—he was claiming me, marking me.

After a heated make out session, I pull away, the thing I wanted to talk to him about. It burned in the back of my mind, my heart ached.

But Lando stopped me.

"Jas, I have something to say first. Now that I know what happened to you and why you made the decision you did—I'm convinced that if we can go almost five months with being together like we have—I know that we can take it further and hide it from the public. I promise you, you will never have to worry about those things if you want to be with me" Lando said while cupping my face, holding me closer as his eyes stared into mine.

"Lando..—""—Wait—just, think about the last four-five months. I don't know about you—but I felt more than just sex in it. I'm convinced you do too—""—What the fuck?"

The new voice in the room made our heads snap up in surprise and shock.

Charles stood there in the doorway, widened eyes and mouth open—practically laying on the floor.

"Fuck" Lando groaned and removed the hand on my face to run over his own.

"Charles—just calm down and—" I began as I stood up and walked towards him, but Charles backed out of the room and the door closed after him.

"Shit—this is not good" I whisper shout. "Well, I guess now isn't the time to convince you to be with me" Lando said with a disappointed scoff

He had slipped up. He had been so careful. Now he wasn't for a few minutes and Charles now knew.

"I'm gonna go after him" I say and Lando nods before letting me go in defeat.

I looked back at him with an apologetic smile before closing the door after me as I run down the hallway to the elevator.

I immediately went to his hotel room, only to bump into Zane and Charles in the hallway.

"Hey—what's going on" I half shout, raising my voice at the two idiots.

Zane had Charles grabbed by his collar. Charles looked at me and something flashed in his eyes.

"Zane, let go of him. Now!" I snap at him and force my hand onto his wrist and he lets go with a bit force.

"Get out of here, Zane. Nobody wants you here" I say and frown at the anger he's showing.

"Oh and you think anyone wants you here?" Zane said with a scoff. I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms.

"I work in formula 1, dipshit. Get lost" I retort and wave my hand at him dismissively.

"I knew you two would hit it off, I always suspected it behind my back—""—What are you talking about, Zane? You're the one who fucking cheated on me?" I'm unable to keep calm anymore and by now I'm standing in front of Charles, blocking him.

"Oh come on, that was years ago. You can't be mad about that" Zane said with an eye roll and a scoff.

"Get out of my face, Zane. Accept a no and move on" I snap, Charles tenses behind me but remains quiet.

"Oh yeah? So you can hit it off with Leclerc here?" Zane retorted like a child.

"You don't need to worry about that, Zane" Charles said with a small laugh and a smirk.

The not knowing what he had meant, made Zane uneasy, as to what exactly Charles had meant.

"Do what's best for you and get out of here, Zane" I tell him and he scoffs before finally backing up.

Once Zane has disappeared from sight I turn around to face Charles, who held a glare toward the direction Zane went off to.

"Don't tell anyone—please, I can explain everything. Don't be mad—""—Mad? Jamie, I could never be mad. You took my advice, I mean yeah—I would've loved to know that you were screwing my friend in secret for months, but I'm not mad—surprised; yes. But not mad" Charles said with a small laugh and a genuine smile.

"I will explain everything though" I insist and Charles nods before unlocking his door with the card, we walk into his room and settle in the couch before I begin to explain—not in too many details.