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"Stop staring at me."

"I was admiring." Lewis shrugged, cracking a small smile from her but it quickly fell as it came. "Have you talked to him?" He asked, very clearly talking about Nyck. She shook her head, "no, but he keeps smiling at me." Lewis nods, pursing his lips as he resists the urge to laugh at the mere fact that she could not remember rocking that boy's world. Maybe tequila really was her best friend if it saved her from the memories of that.

"Back up. People will think we're friends," Kallie said, pushing him away from her as they waited for the cars they had to sit in for the driver's parade.

"We are friends," Lewis scoffs, moving back in his original spot.

"When we aren't at work," she retorts. Her car came over and she stepped inside, giving him a sarcastic smile. He chuckled and flipped her off, moving over to get in his car. As she was waving at the fans, she paused, a laugh escaping her lips when she seen Lewis moving along to his music like nobody was around. She reached for her phone and decided to call him just to pause his music.

He rolled his eyes, turning around to throw her the middle finger. She laughs, reciprocating his actions. He answered the call anyways, his first words being, "fuck off."

"What are you listening to?" She asked, both of them still looking at each other which was most definitely being filmed on camera. "Definitely not your album, that'd be ridiculous. I don't even like One Of The Girls or Man Down," Lewis stammered like he had been caught. "Mhm, sure you don't, mhle. You do know I'm aware of your playlists, right? You add so many of my songs. I get all the notifications."

"What I'm hearing is...you've got your Spotify notifications on for me?" Lewis smirked.

"Fuck you and your selective hearing." Kallie scowled, hanging up and using sign language to say "fuck you and please choke." Thank God Kez taught her to say the important stuff.

Soon, the parade was over and she was walking down the paddock towards her motorhome with Maeanna when she noticed Jhené talking to Daniel. That was a shocker. They hadn't spoken since he left Red Bull for Renault. They had gotten into an argument about it, because Jhené felt he shouldn't have left and hurtful words were exchanged before she just broke up with him. Ever since then, Daniel had not been the same. Leaving Red Bull and losing his fiancé had affected his life for the worse.

Jhené noticed Kallie and sighed in relief, she gave her a signal and the driver nods in understanding. She jogged over, acting breathless, "hey, I was looking for you. We gotta go. Diana is having a total meltdown. Sorry, Danny boy." She didn't even give him a chance to reply before she and Jhené were running off to her private motorhome. "Who's Diana?" Jhené questions as Kallie shut the door and flipped on the lights.

"I don't know. I made her up. Are you okay?" Kallie asked, walking over to her bag and unzipping it.

"Yeah, I'm good. He was to trying to apologize. You saved me just in time. He was about to ask me to dinner." Jhené says, staring up at the ceiling and contemplating her choices as Kallie changed into her racesuit. "Let's hope Merida is having better luck in the Ferrari garage. I literally have to see Kimura in my garage, with, guess who? Her fucking girlfriend. She has the audacity to show up with a girlfriend! I fucking hate her."

"That's so fucked up. You want me to punch her?" Jhené scoffed, angry bubbling in her chest. She wanted to fight anyone who hurt Kallie.

"No, no, it's fine. Because I'm gonna win today and she's gonna wish she was able to celebrate with me. She wants to make me jealous? I'mma show her exactly what she's missing out on." Kallie says with a determination, leaving the suit hanging at her hips. "Exactly. Show her you're so much better without her narcissistic bitch ass. You got a beautiful lil' family and you got it all without her help. You don't need her."

"Right, I don't need her. I got my babygirl and Le- I mean, yeah, I got my beautiful daughter all without her, just like I said I would." Kallie spoke, grabbing her helmet and tucking it under her arm.

They went to the garage and Jhené went over to sit with Jae-hyun as Kallie went to her race engineer, completely ignoring Kimura and her girlfriend, who looked oddly like a more masculine version of herself. Weird. But anyways, the race was starting soon and Kallie needed to be in the car. The green on the car livery was replaced with a beautiful sky blue and bubblegum pink in honor of their first race in Miami. She pulled on balaclava, thankful for her cornrows that made it so much easier so she didn't need to worry about looking a mess when she took off the helmet.

She was on the starting grid as she qualified pole position. Fernando Alonso was behind her in P2, Kaylen in P3, behind him was Kevin Magnussen in P4. Lewis had a bad qualifying, so he was starting in P13. Max Verstappen didn't have a good one either so he was starting in P9. She wasn't worried about not winning, because she knew she had this in the bag. She hardly ever fumbled a race after pole position. If you did however- she would heavily judge you. Unless it wasn't your fault, but if it was...she was judging the fuck out of you. (lookin' at u russell)

Anyways.

"And for Formula 1 in Miami, it's race on and we've got an amazing getaway from Kalliope Yeong-Su!"

Into turn 1, she managed to keep ahead of Fernando Alonso who tried to go on her outside. She stayed ahead, leading the race with 1.6 seconds, which sometimes could get a little boring. By the time lap 16, Max Verstappen went from P9 to P2, and fucking hell, she was not happy. "This kid needs to hop off my ass, fuck," Kallie muttered after stretching the gap to 3 seconds from Verstappen.

She was on mediums, so she would need to pit soon. But she wasn't planning to pit until he did. Lewis was up in P6, and he was very determined to get a podium today, so he was pushing that car to it's very best. "Box, box." James called. "No. Wait until Verstappen pits." She said, really not caring if she fucked with the strategy. She was the one driving the car, so she was gonna make the call. "Your tyres are degrading fast, Kallie. You need to pit now."

"They will be fine. Just wait for me." Kallie stated firmly, leaving zero room for argument.

"Verstappen is being called into the pits. Box, box." James warned.

Kallie went into pitlane, her team made sure her plan worked, giving her a very quick stop so she got out and kept her place as race leader. Max got out at P3, right behind Kaylen. They battled it out for a few laps, thankfully Kaylen had been studying his sister's old races so he was able to defend very well. He ended up pitting anyways, giving Max 2nd position.

Lewis made it up to P3 just as Kaylen came out of the pits behind him. The three drivers on podium somehow were all half a second apart from each other. It was like they were in their own little three way race. "I'm not too worried about Verstappen, but what's going on with Lewis? I don't like him that close." Kallie voiced, glancing in her mirrors as the gap was closing in.

"He's had very good pace, but it's not as good as yours. You've got nothing to worry about," James assured.

Max closed the gap very quickly and they went wheel to wheel. They came up on a turn, Kallie doing her best to defend but her eyes widened as Lewis zoomed past both of them. "Through goes Hamilton!"

"Fuck! No! No! Fuck! That fucking bitch! Are you kidding me?! Why didn't you tell me?! What the fuck?!" Kallie exclaimed in frustration, speeding up, not worrying about Max anymore. She lined up with Lewis, and God she could imagine that cocky fucking smirk on his gorg- I mean, actually no- he had a gorgeous face. "You sneaky motherfucker," she scowled, going on his inside but he fought back to keep his lead.

"Six more laps. We can settle for P2. It's too risky to fight," James said.

"Fuck off! Leave me alone! I don't care how long it's been since he's won. This is my win. He's not stealing it." Kallie spoke angrily, and could only imagine how stressed her PR team was after seeing these radio messages. They were two more laps left, she was trailing behind him waiting for that perfect gap. Then she found it. Sector 10, she got DRS and used it to her full advantage. Coming up on turn 11, she took the gap on his inside when he was expecting her to take the outside.

"With only two more laps remaining, Kalliope makes the risky decision to fight for her place and succeeds! Yeong-Su is our new race leader. Let's see if she can keep it that way until the end!" She glanced up in at the big screens, smirking at how beautiful her overtook looked. Unfortunately for Lewis, he now had to deal with Max who wasn't settling for anything but P1 & P2 as he said before.

A sigh of relief escaped her lips when she seen the chequered flag and her team up on the gate cheering her on with many fans in the grandstand also cheering.

They loved her, anger issues and all.

"Congratulations, Kallie! You did it again! Splendid job! Let's keep pushing!" James said, he had gotten adjusted to her use of language and her outbursts. Jae-hyun refused to hire someone who wouldn't be able to handle her outbursts or moments of aggression. "Yeah, sorry about that little outburst, mate. I was a bit too fired up. Thank you to everyone who show up to support. This was brilliant race. I love this car man. Let's keep it up team!"

She parked by the 1st place sign and grinned, climbing out and sitting on stop of the halo, just reminiscing the win. She leaned forward and covered up the 5 on the car, pointing to the #1 with a smirk. This was the shit she thrived on. It was one of the best feelings in the world. Being a winner always felt amazing, but being a winner by beating two F1 world champions in her rookie year was even better. She stood up, and jumped off the car, turning on her heel swifty and bowing to the car. Someone better have captured that shit. It'd make one cool ass picture.

She ran over to her team, jumping into their arms. She pulled away and pulled Jhené, Merida, and Kez into a group hug. Those were really her sisters for life. They all exchanged words before she was hugging her very proud father. Then she got a tap on the shoulder and turned around, faced with Lewis who had finished in P3 because Max had the better pace with DRS. "Congratulations. You did really good, Kal." She smiled through her helmet and shook his hand, "thanks."

He nods before going off to shake Jae-hyun's hand. She got weighed and Max came over to her, "congratulations, you were brilliant." Kallie smiled, shaking his hand, aware he was a bit upset about his year so far. "You were amazing, too. I was very impressed as I was angry. Just enjoy it, okay? Don't stress yourself out. Have some fun." She pats his arms and walks over to get interviewed by Jenson Button, who she knew Kez used to have a crush on.

After that someone escorted her over to the jeep that would transport them over to the podium on the other side of the Hard Rock stadium . She hopped on, holding her drink in her hand. "Kami would love this," she mumbled sadly, wishing her daughter were with her. She climbed off upon arrival and walked into the cold room, it was designed kind of like a private US football locker room. Very fitting.

It also had Dolphins jerseys hung up with their last names on it. She silently wondered if they made one for all the drivers just to be prepared. There was definitely an Alonso and Kumalo one lying around somewhere. There was also some helmet up in the cubby at the top, and she honestly was really starting to regret winning this race. She hated football helmets with her entire being. She loved sports, and US football, but that didn't mean she liked the helmets. Thank God someone quickly told her she didn't need to wear it.

Lewis and Max joined her in the cool down room, she was pouring the cold water on her head to help with the frizz she developed after sweating off the gel Kez had applied that morning. "Your hair looks nice like that," Max comments, and he said this quite literally every time she wore cornrows. He really loved the hairstyle for some reason. "Thank you. I cannot wait to take them out. My hair hates me right now."

Lewis chuckles at her aggressive patting against her hair. He just knew Kez would kill her for irritating her scalp like that. "How many curse words did you use today?"

"Too many to count." She mumbled, sitting on the chair, not caring if it was the wrong one because Max had set his helmet on the middle chair and she didn't care for moving it. "Don't rewatch clips or you'll see a long blurred out message specifically aimed at you," Kallie said towards Lewis as Max moved his helmet for Lewis to sit next to Kallie. Finally, a good wingman and he wasn't even a best friend of Lewis.

"Did you guys see that bird on track? I swear I saw a bird," Max spoke randomly, wiping his head with a white towel.

"You saw the bird, too?! I thought I was crazy. I think he have a piece of a Mercedes flag in his mouth." Kallie rambled, sighing in relief because she wasn't crazy...at least not hallucination crazy.

"Maybe he was a fan," Max chuckled, reaching his hand up to tuck his non-existent hair back.

"If so, he has great taste, unless he's a George fan," Lewis joked, all of them cracking a laugh.

"What are you doing after this?" Max asked the winner, leaning against the wall near her. "I don't wanna say on camera but talk to Kez and she'll tell you everything. It's gonna be really fun." He nods, forgetting all about his shitty results this reasons as they all spoke. It became a little contest to see who could make Kallie laugh the most and so far, Lewis seemed to be winning after cracking a joke about Kezie's reaction to Jenson Button.

They were finally called out to the podium, walking up the steps Kallie almost tripped but quickly grabbed onto Lewis's waist to prevent herself from that. God, she hated stairs and stairs hated her. She was far too uncoordinated for stairs. Her biggest fear at one point was tripping as she went up the podium step. Lewis didn't have much time to react to that before he was walking out on the podium. He had very many fans in Miami.

Max went out next, his Red Bull fanboys and fangirl front row, not counting Adrian Newey because he was actually good friends with her family. She was talking about Christian Horner, Helmut Marko, and Kelly Piquet. Don't even ask why she didn't like her. Kallie could go on for days about her hatred for that woman. At one point, they almost got into a fist fight at a race that Kallie showed up to, to support Max because she felt he needed people who genuinely cared about him, not just his fuck ass father. Which was why her team kept her far away from the woman.

Kallie walked out next, she could spot a crowd of people wearing the special edition Jaguar Miami merch and it was so sweet. They all cheered her on. Her team was extra loud for her, and she could've sworn she heard someone bark. She chuckled, jumping to the top step and waving at her fans, including all the Lewis ones who cheered her on. They had a fans who went both ways for them.

She spotted Kimura and immediately looked away, crossing her arms behind her back as her national anthem played. She smiled, her eyes finding the main camera as she knew her daughter was watching at home with Kaikara. The British national anthem played next for her team, and then she was handed her trophy by an FIA president. She grinned, raising it proudly before leaning forward so he could put the medal around her neck. She chose to ignore the fact that he didn't shake her hand. That was not gonna bring her down.

After trophys were handed out, and she was being sprayed down with champagne by her two rivals this year. Maybe it was pay back for her helping Kaylen beat them in Baku. When they finally laid off, she popped the bottle and sprayed them both down, Max quickly running away from her. She sprayed her engineer down with a chuckle so she didn't feel left out. Kallie hated when people were left out...unless she didn't like them.

She lifted the bottle to her lips and drank the rest. "I can't wait to party in Miami."

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"I feel so hot." Kallie smirked, checking herself out on her phone camera. Kez took out her cornrows so she had her natural curls out and a very cute dress she stole from Jhené. "You look hot." She looked over at the person sitting next to her and smiled, "thank you." Nyck took her hand, pressing a kiss to it whilst keeping the eye contact she held. Okay yes, she gave in. It was bound to happen. She still didn't remember much, but he understood, because he honestly only remembered bits and pieces. So she opted for a redo that he agreed on.

"Kez, why did you invite Max?! He invited Charles!" Merida complained, hitting the woman's arm.

"I invited all the drivers. It's Miami. They need to loosen up. It's been stressful. Just don't speak to him. Hook up with a girl, or pretend to be a lesbian," Kez shrugged. Merida gave her an annoyed look, "he's seen me naked. I highly doubt he'll believe I'm a lesbian. You could pass for one, but I cannot." Jhené chuckled to herself as she listened to the conversation, her fingers typing against her keyboard.

"Who are you texting?" Kallie questions, leaning over and snatching the girl's phone.

"I'm sorry, I gave in. He's so cute." Jhené frowned, and then Kallie noticed the profile picture was Daniel. She hummed, handing the phone over to Merida who was reaching for it expectantly. "You invited him? He was the one driver I didn't invite," Kez winced. "2014 all over again," Merida hummed, handing the phone back to Jhené. "What happened in 2014?" Nyck questioned.

"Uh..oh look, we're here! Let's party!" Jhené chuckled awkwardly, quickly opening the door and getting out. She was cool with Kallie seeing him, but that didn't mean she needed to be friends with him.

They got into the club, Jhené and Merida immediately went to search for a tall guy woman to fix Keziyah. They walked over to a booth, Kallie immediately ordering a cold bottle of tequila. Kez just looked like she didn't wanna be there, and that was definitely a first. Within thirty minutes, Kallie was taking some shots when Lewis, and some of his friends joined their booth, having been invited over by Keziyah.

All of his friends immediately complimented her and congratulated her. So that was fun, and such an ago boost.

"I need to change this wack ass song," Kallie mumbled, moving out of the booth as they chuckled at her. She had the song changed after a talk with DJ, who thankfully wasn't feeling the song either. She pushed through the crowd and walked down to the bathroom and suddenly, the second she opened the door, she was pushed in and pressed against the wall.

Kimura locked the door and smiled at the confused driver. "You looked so amazing up there. I've never been more proud. You've come so far."

Kallie scoffed, "yeah, I have, no thanks to you."

"Look, Kallie...I'm really sorry. I was just getting more popular and..." Kimura trailed off, not at all having a good excuse. Kallie rolled her eyes, still hurt by the reasoning, "and you didn't want people to see your black girlfriend, right? But sure, you're definitely sorry, after what? A decade? Do you even realize how much you ruined my life? I have never been the same since and I blame you for that because you broke me and you knew that you did."

"It wasn't that bad. You won so many championships, and now your music is taking off. You've got a daughter. You benefitted from it more than me." Kimura said, shrugging a shoulder, clearly not letting this go.

"Benefitted? Do you even know how many death threats I got because your fans thought I broke your heart? Why are you even here?" Kallie backed up, her back pressing against the locked door. "I want to fix us. I haven't been the same either. Everything reminds me of you. I can't get you out of my head. I can't find a love like you. Nobody loved me the way you did. Nobody took care of me the way you did, baby." She reached her hand, setting it on Kallie's cheek, leaning in closer.

"I guess that saying is right. You truly don't appreciate people or things until it's gone. Guess what, Kim? I've been gone for a very long time. You may wanna go back, but I don't. I'm happy with my family. I don't need you." Kallie unlocked the door and pulled it open, walking out and immediately going towards the bar. And in the corner of her eye, she noticed Lewis, and he was very clearly flirting with a woman at the bar.

"What can I get you?" The bartender asked kindly.

"Tequila," Kallie answered, eyeing the interaction between the two. She spotted the bisexual pin on the girl's shirt and smirked. Clearly he had a type. She was handed the shot and downed it before making her way over. Lewis furrowed his brows when she came up, not even looking at him, but at the girl he was flirting with. "Hey, I'm sorry to interrupt but I just noticed you from the corner of my eye and you're so beautiful, so I just had to ask if you wanted to dance. Perfectly okay if you don't want to."

The woman smiled brightly, blush creeping up her cheeks. "Y-Yes, I would love to dance. Thank you." She took Kallie's awaiting hand and glanced over at Lewis, mouthing a "sorry" that she probably didn't even mean. Kallie smirked, sending him a wink. Lewis scoffed, flipping her off but she could see he was very amused by this. His eyes stayed on her as she and the woman started to dance in a very sexual way, not that he cared. He could watch her dance all day and never get tired of it.

After the song was over, Kallie collected a new number and went back over to Lewis. "Enjoy the show?"

"I did actually. Although, I have one complaint. I didn't like the part where you stole her from me." Lewis replied, sliding her a glass of tequila. Kallie chuckled, tucking her hair behind her hair, "oh, don't act like you were actually gonna take her back to a hotel." Lewis scoffed in offense, raising a brow, "what if I was? Did that thought make you jealous? Is that why you steered her off? You don't wanna be with me but you have no problem making sure every other woman can't have me. Bit questionable, innit?"

With a roll of her eyes, she stood up from her stool, "I'm not jealous of anyone. Go fuck whoever you want. I've got a better guy to fuck."

He grabbed her hand, pulling her back and leaning down to her ear, his breath fanning over her skin, sending shivers down her spine as his hand was set on her exposed back. "Even you don't believe that. He can't fuck you as good as I can. That's why you'll take him back, entertain him for a little bit before you're sneaking off to my room to get properly pleased like you fucking deserve. And you know I won't ever say no to you, so I'll be happy to do it."

He let her go and she walked back over to the booth, trying to push down all the feelings his words gave her. Fuck, why did he have to say that? Now he was all she could think about. She rubbed her jaw and sat back in the booth, Nyck wrapping an arm around her waist as he spoke with one of Lewis's friends about God knows what. "Where did Keziyah go?" She asked.

"Oh, she left a few minutes ago," Nyck answered before returning to his conversation.

She huffed, sliding out of the booth. "Kallie!" She looked over and spotting Max calling her over to his group, Kaylen was also included in said group. She walked over and he took her hand, and she could see he was very drunk. "You means a lot to me. You're like a cool older sister. You protected me." Max slurred, and she smiled at his words, patting his back.

"Have you seen Charles?" Max asked, sitting down in the booth, wondering where his friend went.

"Uh, no. I haven't." Kallie mumbled, looking around, and she smirked, spotting Merida and Charles making out against a wall near the bathrooms. "Nevermind. I find him. He's sucking face with Merida." She slid into the booth, sitting next to Kaylen and George. "Makes sense. I saw Daniel and Jhené leave together," Max said, reaching for another drink but Kallie pushed it away from him.

"That's enough for you, mate," Carlos grinned, patting his back.

"Why are you here with Nyck?" Kaylen question, sipping on his drink.

"I hate that guy. He's such a prick. Like, if you're gonna come here being all cocky, the least you could do is know how to fucking drive. I seriously don't get what you see in him." George inputs, speaking what the others were honestly too scared to say. "Wait what? I thought you and Lewis were dating. I let him sit next to you. There was chemistry." Max said very passionately about this.

"I'm not dating anyone. I don't date. Strict no for me. We're just testing the waters." Kallie said, shrugging her shoulder as she took a gulp of her tequila, having taken the bottle from the other booth. "You should go test Lewis's waters if you know what I mean," Max said bluntly and Kallie couldn't help but laugh at his drunkenness. He was always such a cute and funny drunk.

"Invite me to your wedding," Carlos grinned.

"There will be no wedding," Kallie scoffed.

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Knock knock.

Lewis paused the movie he watched and got up from the bed. He walked over and pulled open the door, very aware of who it was. Kallie pushed herself inside, kicking off her heels with an annoyed look because she was only further proving his point. "Don't say a word. Just fuck me. Please?" Lewis shut the door and flipped on the lights. He grabbed the remote and turned off the television. She went to tug off the dress but he stopped her, "keep it on. I like that color on you."

His arms wrapped around her waist, her back his chest, her body flush against his. Her head fell back on his shoulder as his hands explored her body. He pressed kisses to her neck, soft sighs escaping her lips. "You are so fucking beautiful." His hand slipped under her dress, smirking when he felt the lack of panties.

"How bad was it, baby?" He whispered softly into her ear, her breath hitching as she felt his fingers running through her slick folds. "Fuck. I-I didn't get to come," she breathed out, struggling to speak with the way he was touching her, his fingers pressing against her drenched hole. "That's too bad. After this you'll be begging me to stop making you come."

His fingers slid into her warmth, a loud moan escaping her mouth. "That's just my fingers, baby. Imagine how good it'll feel when it's my cock," he mumbled softly against her ear. His tattooed fingers thrust in and out in a slow but rough pace, just how he knew she liked it. It couldn't be too slow, it couldn't be too fast, but it also couldn't be gentle. He was the only one who could give that to her.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm gonna come." She whined, unable to move as he was holding her still. "I know. Let go for me, darling." She clenched around his fingers and he curled them at the perfect spot, her breath hitching as she came with a choked moan.

He turned her around and pushed her onto the bed, moving between her legs. He pressed a kiss to her ankle before trailing his kisses further up her to her thighs. He made sure to spend extra time on her inner thighs, wanting to leave as many marks as possible so she when even thought about letting another person touch her, she would think back to this night where she was treated like how she deserved.

Lowering his face to her wet core, his warm mouth enveloped her clit, making flicking motions with his tongue, humming in delight at her taste which send vibrations to her clit. Her hips bucked up on instinct, causing his nose to nudge her clit, his tongue exploring the spots he knew she loved. How could he not? He studied every single thing about her. He knew exactly how she liked it. There was reason she didn't want to ever stop.

Her hand lowered down, moans of pleasure leaving her body as she slid her fingers through his loose braids, tugging on it because she knew he liked it. He wasn't the only one who knew how to please his partner. She was extremely gifted at reading people. She knew what he liked, what he loved, and what he was probably willing to try. Not that they were there yet. She squirmed, his tongue buried deep inside her heat, so he held her in place to ensure she couldn't move.

Her breath caught in her throat as his tongue was replaced with his fingers again, they massaged her walls, stretching her out cause she would need it. "Fuck, you taste so fuckin' good. I could be buried between your legs for hours, darling." The urge to make him back up his words was certainly compelling for her, but she honestly couldn't even form words.

"I could never get enough of you." His finger curled and she gasped as they hit her spot, "fuck, I'm coming. I'm coming." His movements sped up, the pad of his thumb rubbing slow circles on her slit. "Come on, baby. You can do it. Come for me. I know you can. There you go, make a mess on my fingers," he coaxed softly, talking her through it. "Fuuuuck," her head fell back and eyes fluttered shut, chest heaving for air from the pleasure he just gave her. The pleasure he was always giving her.

As she caught her breath, he shed his clothes and sat down on the bed. She eyed him with curiosity, and he gestured her over. "Ride me, and keep the dress on."

Dress kink? Maybe.

She crawled over him and placed her legs on either side of his hips, taking him into her hand. She rubbed his tip against her wet centre until he was drenched. He cupped her face softly, their eyes locking with yearning and lust. Even with his well put together attitude, everything about her was making him unravel. He leaned closer, his hand digging into her hair, he dragged his mouth along her neck and got up to her ear, "ride it, now."

She sighed deeply, finally pressing the head of his dick against her soaking entrance. Moans escaping her lips as her hips rotate around him, his hands came to her waist, guiding you down slowly on his thickness until he was nestled deep inside her. "Fuck, Lew. Feels so good," she whimpered, his hands digging into her hips as he sucked in a deep breath, feeling all her warmth wrap around him tightly. "You can take it, baby. Come on. Ride me. You did before, you can do it again. Take it," he encouraged.

She whimpered, pressing her hips against his, rolling her waist back and forth so that he was touching every part of her intimately possible. He brought her back down and connected their lips, her back arching as she clenched around him. She softly bit his bottom lip, her hands digging into her braids and tugging on them, a groan slipping past his smothered lips. "I love these braids," she smiled against his lips, tugging on them again, the thought of him growing them out just for her only further turned her on.

His hands lowered down her body and slipped under her dress, his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass to fuck her harder. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Just like that. Keep doing that. Harder, sir." Her voice quivered, hands clutching onto his braids to bring his eyes to hers. She moved her hips up and down, leaving his eyes rolling to the back of his head from the pleasure. The sight of his eyes rolled back only further encouraged her. As she came back down on him, he thrust up into her, the most unholy noises leaving them.

He pushed the top of her dress down her shoulders and took her nipple into his mouth, a choked moan leaving her soft lips. "Fuck, fuck. Lew, look at me." She pleaded, and he immediately did upon her request. "Yeah? What is it, baby? You gonna come?" He coaxed, brushing her curls away. "I-I want you so bad," she whispered, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"You have me, darling. You already have me. I'm not going anywhere." He assured, and she leaned down, pulling him into a sloppy kiss, her tongue slipping into his mouth. A thin line of sweat coated their brown tattooed skin, the smell of sex taking over the room. His hands slid around her body, holding onto her as her head dropped into the crook of his neck. A shudder slipped past his lips as she sucked a mark into his neck. "You're mine," she whispered with a hint possessiveness.

"I'm yours," he murmured, not arguing with that.

"Come with me." She coaxed, guttural moans leaving her mouth as he pounded into her- brushing her sweet spot, with her clit constantly brushing on his pelvis. Her nails scratched along his back as a scream erupted, the knot in her stomach releasing it's hold on her. His mouth fell with a deep groan, pushing his face into her sweaty chest that smelled of coco butter and vanilla. Her breath was ragged as Lewis collapsed back into pillows, bringing her down with him.

"Don't leave me. Just stay." He whispered, holding onto her body as if she would disappear for another ten years. "I'll stay," she murmured into the crook of his neck. "Good. We're not done." She shrieked as he ripped the dress from her body and discarded it. "What?" She blinked in confusion, still catching onto her breath from their previous activities.

"You heard me. We're not done. Get on your hands and knees." He demanded, no longing in the mood to play nice. He didn't forget the fact that she was entertaining another man.

"Motherfucker."

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"If I have to knock one more damn time," Kez muttered, raising her fist to the door but it opened just before she pound on it. Nyck pulled a jacket over his shoulders, "she's not here, if you're wondering." He said, moving past her. "Do you know where she went?" Kez asked, holding the door so it didn't shut and lock. Nyck shook his head, shrugging a shoulder, "not sure. I woke up and she was gone. But, if you see her, tell her to call me."

Kez rolled her eyes and walked into the room, Jhené and Merida both following her. "Where'd she go?" Jhené mumbled, searching the room for any clues.

Kez picked up the phone that Kallie seemed to forget. She checked her recent contacts and furrowed her brows at the name 'handsome' but in Xhosa. She clicked on the contact and scoffed at the picture. It was Lewis. "I know where she is. Let's go." She mumbled, picking up the room card on the dresser that she assumed Lewis gave to Kallie because of the sticky note attached to it that read "in case you get bored' with a heart next to it.

"Where is she?" Merida asked, shutting the door as they left the room.

"With Lewis, like I expected." Kez answered, stepping into the elevator.

They got to his room and unlocked the door before walking inside. Jhené flipped on the lights, and Kez turned on the lamp. "Wake up!" Kez spoke, both she and Merida plopping down at the end of the bed. Kallie groaned, turning around and rubbing her eyes, adjusting to the lights. "Hold on," she muttered in disdain, sitting up on the bed. Jhené tossed her a hotel robe and sat at the end of the bed.

Kallie sat upright and held the robe close to her, ignoring the fact that Lewis was laying down on his stomach- very much still asleep. "You all ditched me last night, so thank you for that. I basically got corned by Kimura." Kallie complained. "Really? What happened?" Kez asked, crossing her legs under her. "She basically only wanted me back cause of how popular I am now. But I told her to fuck off."

"That is literally what happened to me. Charles cornered me and I told him to fuck off because I'm literally like nine years older than him. So then he said he didn't care and kissed me. I mean- I didn't want to be rude, so obviously I had to kiss back." Merida said, looking a little nervous about the last part because she was obviously lying. "Yes, totally. You also totally had to fuck him, too. I mean, it would be rude if you didn't," Kez spoke sarcastically.

"Fuck off," Merida chuckled, hitting her best friend's shoulder.

"Well, I am engaged again," Jhené admitted, holding up her hand where she adorned the engagement ring Daniel had bought her. He had hung onto it after they broke up, still hopeful that they'd get back together in the future. Safe to say, he was right. "What? That's so amazing. Congratulations!" Kallie exclaimed, reaching over to hug her best friend.

"That's sweet. You guys are literally perfect together," Merida expressed, leaning over to hug Jhené.

"Congrats, baby," Kez grinned, a joint on her lips as she reached for her lighter. "You got an ashtray in here?" Kez asked, and Kallie nodded, reaching for the ashtray in the bedside drawer. She passed it to her sister and settled back down. "So, after I left the club, I went back to the hotel and when I was in the elevator, there was this girl there. She was tall, taller than me and I wore heels. We spent the whole night together just doing stupid shit. And I never got her fucking name. She just left and didn't even leave a note."

"What? Did you remember anything about her?" Merida asked.

Kez shrugged, "no, but I remember her face. She's so fucking familiar, but I can't place it. I think I've seen her before. I know her from something. Just can't place it." She exhaled, smoke spilling from her mouth. "Maybe she'll find you," Jhené suggested. Kez hummed, and Kallie could see she was pretty disappointed about all this. Which was rare because Kez never got like this about a one night stand.

"By the way, Nyck said to call him. I assume you left him to be with Lewis, yes?" Kez smirked, and yes- she was all for Kallie and Lewis getting together. Kami rambled to her about how she wanted them to get married. "Go on, say it. I'm a whore. Whatever. I needed pleasure and the other one wasn't cuttin' it," Kallie said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Really? It looked like he had the time of his life," Merida hummed in confusion.

"Oh, he did, but that don't mean I did," Kallie scoffed, almost offended by it.

"That's happened to me plenty of times," Kez shrugged, she was a very hard woman to please.

"Am I the problem?" Kallie mumbled in a conflicting tone. Lewis scoffed loudly, turning his head, "don't even say that again or I actually might throw up." Kez nods in agreement, "I agree with him. You are not the problem. He's just bad at pleasing women." Lewis nods, burying his face into the pillow. "I cannot relate," he muttered into the pillow, causing Kallie to hit his arm. "Go back to sleep. Nosy."

"How can I sleep when you three are having a whole ass intervention in my room...on my bed. You couldn't have gone to sofa?" He said incredulously, turning on his side and eyeing his woman. "If I go to the sofa, will you shut up?" Kallie glared at him, a smirk creeping up his lips, "I'll do you whatever you want, darling."

"I need help because why was that hot?" Merida mumbled to herself, getting up from the bed.

Kez grimaced, "really? It made me wanna throw up."

Lewis scoffed in offense, the three girls getting up from the bed to go over to the sofa. "You're just a hater."

Kez chuckles and nods in agreement, "that I am."

Kallie leaned down to Lewis and pressed a kiss to his lips, catching him a bit off guard but he was very quick to kiss back. She pulled away, unfortunately, and stood up from the bed, almost falling over from the weakness in her legs. "I would say I'm sorry, but I'm really not," Lewis mumbled tiredly, laying his head back onto the comfortable pillow.

Kallie glared at him and walked over to the sofa, quickly sitting down before her knees buckled. "Tell us what happened with you and that girl. How old is she?" She said, her words directed towards Keziyah. "I'm pretty sure she's on the younger side, maybe 23 or 24. She was really cool though. We really got along. I remember her having some tattoos as well." Kez spoke, shrugging her shoulder nonchalantly.

"Did you fuck?" Merida asked bluntly.

Kez snorts at how casually she asked. She took a hit of the joint and passed it back to Jhené to finish off. Exhaling the smoke, she nods, "obviously. I remember every detail of it, except her fucking name. How ironic is that?" Kallie hummed, leaning back into the sofa comfortably. "Very ironic." Merida nods in agreement, "anyways, we need to talk about you, cause what is this? You like completely left Nyck- not that I care about his feelings, but it's still kinda fucked up. If I were him, I would be offended."

"His ability to never please a woman is what's offensive," Lewis comments, causing Merida to throw a pillow at him for his snide comment. "Mind ya business!" She sneered. "You're in my room," he retorts with a scoff. "I don't care. See yourself out if you got a problem," she replied.

"Anyways. I found your phone, so here ya go. We should get going, we have reservations for lunch. Wanna come with?" Kez asked, standing up and handing Kallie her phone. "Uh nah, I'll pass. Mum is gonna call me soon so I can talk to Kamiyah. But, you guys have a good time. I'll see you at the airport later." Kallie spoke. She nods and leaned down, hugging her sister, "all right, see you later, sis."

Merida and Jhené both embraced her before the three left, not before Kez ran over to hit Lewis in the back of his head. "Bitch," he groaned, holding his head in pain. Kallie chuckled and stood up, quickly moving back to the bed. She slid back under the covers and Lewis put an arm around her to pull her closer. She switched her phone on and clicked on Nyck's contact. She raised the phone to her ear as it rung.

Lewis smirked, moving under the covers, he untied her robe and pulled it apart. The line picked up and she tensed, feeling Lewis spread her legs and litter kisses along her inner thighs. "Hey, Nyck, I'm really sorry for leaving. I had a great time last night, but my friend had an emergency so I had to go." Kallie spoke, lying through her teeth, clearly. "No, that's completely fine. I understand completely. I had a very good time. I was wondering if you wanted to grab lunch, maybe?" Nyck asked.

"Uh-" she paused, growing hesitant, and just as she was about to agree, Lewis's tattooed fingers entered her, his mouth wrapping around her clit. "Oh fuck- uh, I can't. I-I have to call my daughter. And I have a flight to catch later. I'm really s-sorry." Kallie stuttered out, his pace speeding up as her legs went over his shoulders. "Are you okay? You sound out of breath?" He asked in concern and confusion.

"O-oh! I'm uh- I'm running. Yeah, I'm out for a run," she stammered, her head falling back in relief as he paused his movements. She put him on speaker so she could set the phone down on the pillow and dig her hands into Lewis's braids. "Oh okay. Well, I'm gonna be in Monaco in three days, so maybe we can meet up there? I would love to take you and your daughter out for dinner, if that's okay with you." Nyck spoke, his words causing Lewis to roll his eyes.

His fingers curled into her, and she buried her head into the pillow to muffle her sounds. "Yeah- fuck, yeah, that sounds nice. I can add t-that to my schedule. I-I gotta go. I'll call you." Kallie quickly hung up and pushed the phone away. Her hands dug into his braids as he was devouring every inch of her cunt.  "Shouldn't have said yes," he mumbled before she began to grind her hips against his mouth, throwing her head back against the pillow, moaning loudly.

"I-I'm sorry," she mumbled, sucking in her stomach as he massaged her walls with his fingers.

"Too late for apologies, darling." She whined at his words, continuing to grind her hips against his tongue, his nose slightly nuzzling across her clit, making her see stars. "You can be louder for me." he muttered, her legs shaking against his head, moan after moan spilling from her lips. A warm feeling formed in her stomach, "I'm gonna come!" She moaned out, her hands gripped onto his braids, moving her hips faster chasing her own climax.

"Oh fuck, fuck, Lew." She moaned out his name as he thrusted his fingers deeper, brushing over her sweet spot. She whimpered, her eyes rolling back as she writhed under him, and with that, her orgasm finally hit her. She moaned louder, gripping tighter onto his briads, "fuck!" She moaned out before he moved his mouth away, "you can give me one more, baby." He said before she felt his fingers entering her again, stretching her out slowly but roughly.

"Oh my- fuck, fuck, fuck." She muttered, shaking her head, tears pooling in her eyes at the overstimulation, growing more sensitive around him.

He pulled back up, fingers still moving in her as he kissed her deeply, and she kissed back with a moan. She whimpered, moving her hand down, attempting to move his fingers away until he slapped her hand away and thrust them faster. She moaned loudly and his lips muffled her sounds, her legs shaking uncontrollably, giving out on her. "So fucking perfect. You make such a pretty mess on my fingers, baby." He said, feeling her orgasm approach.

"Fuck, it's too much," she whined as he shook his head, "no, you can take it. You took it last night, you can take it again." He said, thumb rubbing her clit to assist her. "Lew! Oh fuck!" She moaned out before screaming again, making a mess on his fingers. She exhaled, climbing down from the dizzying heights of her climax as he sucked her juices off his fingers. "So much better than breakfast" Lewis pressed a kiss to her cheek before laying back down, pulling her to his chest.

"That was for the pretty mark you left on my neck," he mumbled.

"Sorry," she whispered, melting into his embrace. "Don't be sorry. I like the reminders," he smiled softly, pressing a kiss to her exposed shoulder. Her phone rang and she quickly reached for it, answering the video call from her mother. "Mama!" Kami cheered at the sights of her birth giver. "Hi babygirl! Did you see Mama win her race?" Kallie smiled brightly, and she would've sat up but her legs were not cut out for that right now.

Kami nods, leaning closer to the camera, she smiled when she noticed Lewis behind her mum. "Lewis!" She giggled excitedly. Lewis chuckles, smiling softly, "hey, princess. You bein' good?" Kami nods, and Kaikara just shook her head in disagreement. "She had me going back and forth from the hospital to the house because she forgot her toy at daycare," Kara said in Xhosa, and Kami shook her head in denial, even though it was very true.

"Well, don't worry, cause I'll be there tomorrow to pick her up." Kallie said.

"Lewis coming?" Kami asked with doe eyes.

Kallie sighed, "Kami, he's busy with his own life. You can't just expect him to cancel all his plans to get on a plane and fly to Africa to pick you up." Kami frowned sadly, and Lewis honestly could not say no to that girl. Maybe her mum could, but he couldn't. He had no backbone when it came to his little girl. "Actually, I can just cancel my plans. I'd love to go pick her up with you." Kami cheered at his words, clapping her hands.

"Are you serious?" Kallie blinked in shock, looking at him over her shoulder.

He nods with certainty, "yeah, of course. I would also love to spend time with you guys. I'm not doing anything anyways."

"Well, that's settled. Now, we must go because I need to clock in for my shift. Say bye to Mama and Lewis," Kara spoke, and Kami waved her hand, "bye Mama! Bye Lewis! I love you!" Kami blew a kiss as they awed at their daughter. "I love you, too. Bye-bye." Kallie chuckled, and hung up the phone, setting it back on the bedside table. She turned around to look at him, "you literally said you had plans during the break."

"I did, but I'll just cancel them." He shrugged, pulling her closer as he hated how far she seemed.

"Why would you do that? I don't get it." She mumbled, her brows furrowed in confusion.

"You don't have to. We're friends, and if it makes your daughter happy, then I'm glad to be there." He smiled, pressing a kiss to her cheek. He sat up and stretched his arms tiredly with a groan. "What are you doing?" She queried. He looked at her over his shoulder, "I'm gonna take a shower, why?" She scoffed, grabbing his bicep and pulling him back down. "No, no, you can't leave me like this. You ripped my dress. You have to go to my room and get me some clothes."

Lewis groaned, "fine. Give me your room key."

Kallie smiled triumphantly and put the key card in his hand, "thank you."

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a/n: KAMI DOING THE LORDS WORK AND GETTING LEWIS TO AFRICA 🙏

this was one smutty ass chapter fuck 😭 lewis a munch fr >>

also, just gonna say this- any grammar mistakes when kallie speaks english is done on purpose!!!

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