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"Don't eat that!" Lewis almost fell over as he ran towards Kami, and she opened her mouth the battery falling into his hand. "It taste bad." She mumbled before casually walking away to sit on the sofa. He sighed, tossing the battery into the garage and going to the bathroom to wash his hand as the battery had been covered in her saliva. "Okay, you really gotta stop putting random objects in your mouth. That's the fifth time this has happened. You cannot eat everything," he scolds, but it was no use because she wasn't listening.

"And you're not paying attention..again." He sighed, watching as she was very invested in the movie playing on the television. It was High School Musical 2. Honestly, he couldn't blame her. Troy Bolton was singing Bet On It.

There was a knock on the door and he quickly made his way to it. He pulled open the door and smiled immediately at the sight of Kallie. "Hey. You look amazing- like literally breathtakingly gorgeous." He said, subtly checking her out as she had her hair slicked back into a bun, adorning an all white suit. She looked much better compared to the last time he saw her, which was the night Monaco. A night he really wanted to forget and move on from. He could imagine she wanted that same thing.

"Thank you. I love your outfit. The red looks amazing on you, but then again- so does everything." She spoke, chuckling softly, her voice laced with a bit of nervousness.

"Thanks, you were right about the red. Wanna come inside?" He pulled the door open wider and she walked inside. She walked to the sofa, leaning forward on the back of it, "what are we watching?" Kami's eyes widened and she turned around. "Mama!" Kallie chuckled, hugging her daughter and lifting her from the couch. "Hi babygirl. I missed you so so much." She pressed a kiss to her cheek, Lewis smiling at the little reunion.

"Mama not mad no more?" Kami asked with hopeful eyes.

"No, no, I'm not mad anymore. I'm okay now. Mama was just having a hard time, but she's better now, I promise." Kallie spoke, her heart clenching at the memories, hating that her daughter seen her like that. "I'm sorry for sending you away, Mama," Kami says sadly, her eyes filled with guilt. "Don't ever be sorry, babygirl. You did the right thing. I needed help. You helped Mama. I'm so proud of you. You're so strong." The girl smiled and hugged onto her mum again.

"I have to talk to Lewis for a bit, so keep watching your movie and we'll be right back, okay?" Kallie set her back onto the couch and Kami nodded, pressing a kiss to her mum's hand before returning her attention to the movie playing.

Lewis led the woman into the bedroom and shut the door, leaving a small crack so he could still hear his daughter. Kallie turned around, intertwining her hands together and exhaling. "I owe you an apology. I was very cruel to you when you only try to help. I did lot of thinking, and I was very unfair to you. I'm sincerely sorry for my actions. I shouldn't have dismiss you the way I did."

"It's okay, Kallie. You were going through it. It happens." Lewis shrugged, but she shook her head in disagreement. "It's not okay. You don't have to shrug off to protect my feelings. I was out of line. You love my daughter. You take care of her like I do. I shouldn't have projected onto her. She wants you in her life. I don't want to get in the way of that. She deserves us both in her life. You are her father. I recognize that. I'm sorry it took so long for me to accept it."

"Thank you, Kallie. It means everything to have your approval. She's gonna be extremely happy to hear that." Lewis smiled, blinking away his tears so he didn't look like a mess in front of her. "I heard you took her to meet your family. How did that go?" Kallie asked, really hoping his family loved their daughter. "Oh, they literally love her. She got along with everyone. Nicolas is her favorite and my mum absolutely adores her. It was so much fun. She had a blast." Lewis gushed.

"I'm so happy to hear that." She sighed in relief, sitting at the edge of the bed.

"How was therapy?" He asked, sitting down next to her but keeping a small distance so she didn't feel overwhelmed. "It was good. It's helped a lot. We try working on techniques for my anger, but meditation is the only thing that helps so far. Nonetheless, she say I'm making great progress." Kallie answered, and he nods, taking in the information. It was very good to hear. He definitely seen the difference in her attitude. It was like she was free of the shackles Kimura had on her.

"That's amazing. I'm glad you're doing better. I hope I get to meet her eventually," Lewis said.

Kallie's eyes widened for a split second and she shook her head. "I'm not sure I'd want to see that. She's very...blunt. She's kinda scary, too." Lewis chuckles, it certainly made sense, only someone scarier than her could get her to actually listen. "Did you want to take Kami with you to the track, or..?" Lewis proposed. "That's sweet, but you should take her. I have lot to do since I miss Monaco race. Lots to catch up on. Maeanna want me to do this interview, and they're probably gonna ask a lot about Kami, and you."

"What are you gonna say?" He queried.

"The truth. That Kamiyah's biological father is gone, and you are her dad. And I will tell them that we are friends." Kallie spoke, fiddling with the rings adorning her fingers.

"We don't have to be just friends," he mumbled, turning his head to look at her, and her eyes went from the floor, to his. "Yes, we do." She insisted. He sighed in defeat, his tone tinged with a hint of annoyance, "is this about de Vries?" Kallie shook her head, standing to her feet, brushing herself off. "No. My therapist tell me I should be honest with myself. I seen him yesterday and I told him we can no longer be involved. He was surprisingly okay with it, because he knows he's leaving anyways."

"So, if it's not about Nyck. What's this about?" He questioned, not understanding her.

Kallie pursed her lips in thought and shrugged a shoulder. "Just because I'm move forward with acceptance does not mean that I want to be with you. I've told you before, I don't date anymore. A little therapy isn't gonna change that." Lewis blinked, not at all expecting that outcome. It felt like all his progress was washing away before him. "Sounds to me like you need a bit more time in therapy. It doesn't seem like you're moving on at all."

Kallie scoffed, her eyes rolling in annoyance, "you think moving on means being with you?"

"Actually, yes, I do. You're supposed to be moving forward, which means you have to move past your issues from the breakup. It seems to me like you're still not over it." Lewis stated knowingly. Her jaw clenched slightly, and she inhaled sharply to avoid snapping at him. "I need to go. Thank you for looking after her." She pushed past him, exiting the room and making her way to Kami. The girl looked up at her with a smile, "hi, Mama."

"Hi, babygirl. I have to go to work, but I'll see you soon. Be good for your dad." Kallie pressed a kiss to her head, and Kami smiled brightly, very happy that her mum finally accepted it.

"I will, Mama." She pressed a kiss to her cheek and Kallie smiled, moving away from the sofa, she walked out with a sense of quickness.

Kallie soon pushed open the door to her hotel room, and her therapist Jennie sitting on a chair waiting for her. "How did it go?" She questioned in Korean, as she didn't speak English, which was fine with Kallie because she wasn't exactly excellent at the language. "He had the audacity to say I needed more therapy because I didn't want to be with him! He's mental!" Kallie exclaimed, plopping down on the couch and reaching for the stress ball.

"Take a breath and then tell me why he said that." Jennie replied, still not looking up from her book she was reading.

"He's just pissed because I don't want to fuck him anymore." Kallie sneered, throwing the ball up and catching it. "Are we speaking about Kami's father, or Nyck?" Jennie questioned. "Kami's irritating fucking father! Oh God, he makes me so mad. I was fine until he came into the picture with his pretty fucking eyes and that charming smile- oh I hate him! Why did she have to choose him? Out of all men- she chooses him! It's like all my mistakes are coming back to fucking haunt me!"

"So, you admit you made a mistake leaving him in that hotel room nine years ago?" Jennie queried, closing her book and setting it down, her eyes landing on Kallie.

"Yes- no--I don't know! Come on, it's so obvious it never would've worked out between us. Our egos would've destroyed any chance we had. We both wanted to be at the top- and he got there before me. My younger self would not be able to love someone who took so many opportunities from me." Kallie rambled, throwing the ball at the high ceiling and catching it in her hand again. Jennie sighed, crossing her legs as she straightened her poor posture. "I think I know what you're problem is."

Kallie sat up with hopeful eyes, "what is it?"

"You can't seem to let go of the past, and I have a solution for this," Jennie smiled, causing her client to frown in disappointment- hating when everyone kept saying that, even if it was possibly true.

"Oh yeah? What's your solution? Forced proximity?" She retorts sarcastically.

"That's precisely it." Jennie shrugged, and Kallie groaned, throwing the ball at the wall in frustration. "I wasn't being serious!" She whined. "Listen up, here's what you'll do," Jennie stood up, crossing her arms in front of her, looking down at her annoyed client. "All three of you will live together, in the same residence. We can start today. Tonight, you will come back to the hotel- only you'll be staying in his room. You will decide where to stay each week, it doesn't matter where, you just have to stay under the same roof. And you'll have weekly visits with me, understood?"

She huffed, her eyes averting up to meet her therapist, "and if this doesn't work, what then?"

"Believe me, Kalliope. It will work." Jennie says, completely sure of herself.

"Who's going to tell him about this little arrangement?" She mutters in disdain, standing up from the couch as she knew Maeanna would be on her way to take her to the track. "I will. You said he speaks Korean, yes?" Jennie queried, grabbing her coat from the rack and pulling it on as they would be leaving to the track for media day. "Fluently," she mumbled, grabbing her keys on the table.

"Perfect, can't wait to finally meet this Lewis Hamilton," Jennie smirked.

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"Hello, I'm Jennie. I'm Kalliope's therapist. May I come in?" Lewis nods, pulling open the door wider to allow the three inside- as Maeanna had joined them already. Jennie insisted on paying a visit before they left to the track so Kallie knew she was up to something, as per usual. "It's nice to finally meet you. I didn't expect it to be so soon." Lewis spoke, bowing his head politely in greeting.

"She doesn't speak English," Kallie corrected before translating to her confused therapist.

"Oh! Sorry. That was rude to assume," Lewis said, this time in Korean so she understood. "It's quite alright." Jennie chuckled, glancing around the messy room. "Sorry about the mess. Kami enjoys dress up a lot." Lewis explained, picking up the designer clothes littered across the floors. "Where is your daughter?" Jennie questioned, noting how she wasn't anywhere near.

"She's taking a nap before we have to leave," he answered, pointing over to the bedroom where there was a small gap at the door. "Have you come to pick her up?"

"No. We've come because I had a talk with Kalliope. I have a solution for these problems between you two." Jennie explained, and Kallie rolled her eyes at the use of her full name again. She really hated when people used the full name. It felt so formal. "Really? I'd love to hear it," Lewis smiled upon noticing Kallie's disdain for whatever the solution was. If she hated it, it must've been good for him. "I'm sure you would, kid snatcher," Kallie muttered to herself, receiving a nudge from her manager.

"I love your enthusiasm. See, I've noticed yourself and Kalliope seem to have some unresolved...issues. I want to fix that, for the sake of your family. I've come up with the solution of encouraged closeness." Jennie explained, choosing to ignore Kallie's comment about it being forced instead. "You will both live together during non race weeks, and stay in the same rooms during race weeks as well. We'll start with arriving at the track together. Sort of like a couple, if you will."

"Really? I love that." Lewis agreed, shooting his girl a cocky smirk which only got a glare in return.

"Of course you do. You like anything that gets you between my legs." Kallie retorts in Xhosa so only he would be able to understand her. "Mm, I wasn't even thinking about sex, but now that you bring it up- this sounds so much more fun. I can't wait to taste you again. How long has it been?" Lewis smirked teasingly, and she raised her middle finger at him.

"Enough, Kalliope. What are you talking about?" Jennie asked, completely confused because she didn't understand one bit of the language they were speaking, and neither did Maeanna- who only spoke English and Arabic. "Nothing. Can we leave now?" She asked with impatience. "I can. You cannot. The solution starts now. You will arrive at the track with your family. I'll meet you there. It was very nice to meet again, Mr. Hamilton. I look forward to our meetings." Jennie spoke, bowing her head before walking out with Maeanna.

"Meetings?" Lewis's eyes widened, and Kallie smirked, "oh, you didn't know? We have to go to couples therapy. I hope you enjoy long conversations about your feelings."

"Fuck." Lewis cursed, running a hand down his face in exasperation.

"Aw, just wait until she hear all about Nico. I can't wait to tell her." Kallie grinned mischievously and he shot her a glare, "you wouldn't dare." She giggled, taking a step towards him, "oh, but I would."

"Mama!" Kami ran out of the room suddenly, wrapping her arms around Kallie's leg. She grinned, picking the girl up into her arms, "hi, babygirl! Mama is gonna be around a lot more. How does that sound?" Kami squealed in excitement, wrapping her arms around her mum's neck, "awesome! You meet Uncle Miles!" Kallie furrowed her brows slightly, looking to Lewis who was walking towards the bedroom, and she followed. "Who's Miles?"

"My best friend. He watches her when I'm at work." Lewis answered, making his way into the bathroom. "I'm surprised you don't know him. He's a photographer like Merida. They're good friends." Kallie hummed at the new information, setting Kami onto the counter. "Good to know." She mumbled, reaching up to check Kami's hair, wanting to make sure it was still healthy. It had gotten longer. She had cute little brown curls and resembled a young Lewis. Odd, but also oddly cute?

"You don't need to worry about her hair. Kez sends me kits of product for her." He rebutted, picking up a pair of golden grillz to put on his bottom row of teeth.

"Who's been doing your hair?" She questioned, tilting her head, subconsciously picking apart all the mistakes in the parting and the way it was braided. "I got it done at the usual place I go to. Why? Do you not like it?" She pursed her lips, thinking of the proper wording to say it was a disaster. She didn't wanna be too mean because Kami was present. "Uh..it's certainly something."

He turned to her after fixing the grillz onto his teeth. "Well, if you don't like it, do it yourself."

"Fine, I will. When we got back, I'll fix the mess you call braids." Kallie shrugged, unknowingly falling for his little trick. Lewis nods, picking his daughter up and she giggled, her finger poking at the gold grillz in his teeth. "You can't keep putting your finger in people's mouths, sweetheart. Someday, they'll start to bite back." He said, pretending to bite her only for her to giggle pat his cheek like it was entertainment.

Kallie cleared her throat to grab their attention, "uh, can we go now? I need to be at the track soon or Maeanna will have my head."

"Yeah, I'm just gonna get Kami dressed up. I got her a mini red suit to match my outfits this week." Lewis smiled, very excited about this because Kami loved fashion just a much as he did. She was very passionate about what she wore. It was very cute. She had been the one to say they should match. So he had outfits made just for her so they could be matching on the paddock. "It red like Forza Ferrari!" Kami cheered.

"I hate Kez for teaching her that. Every single time she sees a red object, she shouts that," Lewis said, carrying his daughter into the room as Kallie followed behind.

"Do not!" Kami argued, hitting his shoulder.

"Little liar!" He shot back, setting her down on the bed.

"I don't lie!" Kami shouts, and Kallie was now starting to understand what her father was talking about back in Monaco. Kallie sat down next to her and took her hand, pressing a kiss to it. She couldn't help but feel guilty about it. Kami would inherit her anger and there was not much she could do about it. But she could be there to calm her down, and she could teach Lewis how to help her if it ever went too far. "Inside voice, babygirl," she soothed.

Kami smiled and rested her head on her mum's arm. "Sorry, Mama."

"It's okay, babygirl. We all get a little loud sometimes."

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"I told her not to sleep on the sofa," Lewis mumbled to himself, watching as Kallie was rubbing her neck uncomfortably. Darren tossed her the balaclava for her to put on. It was race day if you couldn't tell. They were on the track getting everything together before the race officially started. She was starting pole position, behind her was Carlos Sainz in P2 on his home race. P3 was surprisingly Lando Norris. McLaren seemed to have been doing better with their upgrades but Kallie wasn't worried about them. Lewis qualified P4, and Kaylen was behind him in P5.

She pulled her helmet on and was soon climbing into the car. The formation lap began and they lined up on their correct grid positions. The lights went out, she went head on with Sainz, the crowd cheering as he was on the verge of overtaking. Coming up on turn 1, she pushed him out and maintained her lead. To say Spain wasn't her biggest fan at the moment was an understatement. But she was fine with it. She was used to the hate and the boos. She didn't need anyone's approval.

Lando had end up hitting the back of Lewis, putting damage to his front wing. He pitted and ended up in the back. Kaylen had gotten his spot back in turn 4 when Lewis got sloppy- probably concerned on the damage he might have had from the previous contact with Norris. She kept her lead, stretching the gap with Sainz so she didn't need to worry about him. Not that she was, because he wasn't nearly as good as her. He was maybe on Kaylen's level- but a little lower. Kaylen wouldn't have fumbled the lead in the beginning. He would've pushed Kallie back.

Kallie was honestly bored of these drivers not pushing her back. She wanted them to challenge her. Lewis was maybe the only one who could give her a good fight.

She glanced up at the large screen, watching the overtake Lewis did on Kaylen in lap 8. She rolled her eyes, really feeling the annoyance, maybe because she knew Kami was watching in the Mercedes garage cheering her dad on. "I'm feeling lots of understeer. It's controllable but it needs to be fixed." She reported. "Copy. We'll check. How do the tyres feel?" James questioned.

"They feel good. I like these." Kallie replied, unlike the others who started with softs, she started with mediums.

Carlos pitted in lap 16, which would elevate Lewis to P2. She had an 8 second gap on the Merc driver. She wanted to stretch it out as long as she could so she wouldn't lose so much places when she pitted. The last thing she needed was to lose this race. "I think a one stop is possible at this point," she reports. "It's certainly not impossible," James replied optimistically.

"Update on Kaylen?"

"Lost P3 to Russell. Is currently fighting Verstappen for P4." James answered. "Hamilton has pitted. He falls to P5. We'll call in soon to box. Stretch out that gap." She withheld the urge to roll her eyes as she came into the pits the next lap. It was a quick stop. She went with hards this time. Unlike the Mercs who replaced their softs with mediums. She came out and maintained her lead, Kaylen 7 seconds behind her, but he'd be pitting in the next lap.

They were prioritizing her over him right now. Which made sense as she was still in the championship lead with only a few points between herself and Verstappen. Lewis had been pushed to P3 in the points, but he'd catch up soon. He always did.

She huffed in annoyance when she seen Lewis overtake both Verstappen and Sainz on lap 28. "Gap with Hamilton now!" She demanded.

"12 seconds, but he's pushing hard. We've gotten reports of rain, do you feel anything?" James questioned, only furthering her annoyance. "I don't care about stupid sprinkle. Just keep me updated on Hamilton." She continued to stretch her gap, 13 seconds between the two with many laps left. They were on 31 out of 66. Long ways to go until the end. Which gave Lewis plenty of time to catch up to her. But one thing about Kallie; she hated being under intense pressure.

Lewis had pitted soon again, meanwhile she wasn't having the best time on her hard tyres. They were sliding, the brakes were overheating, and it was just bad. But she didn't want to risk pitting no matter how many times they advised she should. She wanted to stick with the original plan. One stop strategy. They were ten laps away from the chequered flag. But her tyres were horrible. She was losing grip, dealing with oversteer, and under intense pressure to bring it home. She had to bring it home.

"Where is Kaylen?" She asked, wondering if he could maybe slip in between her and Lewis to protect her from him and his newer soft tyres. "Currently fighting Verstappen and Russell for P3. It's looking a 1-2 podium for Mercedes, Kallie. Just focus on bringing it home. You can do this." James encouraged. "Fuck, okay. I know. I can do it. What's the gap with Hamilton?"

"6 seconds."

"Fuck," Kallie sighed, the pressure starting to come in. 8 more laps and this was done. Just 8 more.

Two laps left to go. Half a second between the Kallie and Lewis. She knew he was gonna try something. He was willing to take the risk this time. They came up on the final lap, everyone was watching on nervously for who would take the win. Everyone hated being 2nd. It was first loser. But losing at the last second was even worse. They came up on a straight, she got DRS and pressed the button to open the wing, but it wasn't working. "DRS isn't working! DRS isn't working! Fuck!"

The only thing she could see was Lewis speeding right by her with his working DRS. The crowd erupted in cheers as he took the lead. "What the fuck?! Shit! Why wasn't it working?!" Kallie hit the steering wheel in frustration, the gap now a full second. They came up on the last turn together and she pushed hard, her eyes widening when her left front tyre tore. "As if it couldn't get any fucking worse," she muttered, watching him cross the chequered flag.

"His last win was Saudi Arabia 2021, Lewis Hamilton wins the Spanish Grand Prix!"

Kallie pulled into the pit lane after crossing the chequered flag for P2. Her tyre was absolutely gone when she parked at the sign. She climbed out, putting her steering wheel back and went to get weighted, the frustration in her face was evident. Meanwhile she could hear the cheers for Lewis. She wanted to be happy for him, but she couldn't when she had a terrible race. All she could think about was what she could've done better and changed. Had she just listened and pitted for a better tyre, this wouldn't have happened. She couldn't even blame the DRS.

She watched from afar as Lewis ran over to his team. Only he didn't even hug them or anything. The only thing he did was pick up Kami from his friend Miles' arms and lift her up with a wide grin- not that you could see because he had his helmet on. Kami giggled, pushing up his visor so she could see his eyes. She hugged onto him as everyone cheered for the father and his daughter. She leaned forward to kiss his helmet, completely overjoyed. He kept his promise to her. He won.

Kallie walked over, and they looked to her, Kami immediately smiling and putting her arms around her mum. Lewis passed her along and gave Kallie a smile with his eyes that wasn't returned, but he understood that she wasn't in the best mood. If that happened to him, he wouldn't be happy either. She hugged her daughter as Lewis then ran to hug his team. She walked over to Kez, the woman immediately hugging onto the two, happy for Lewis but sad for Kallie.

She gave Kami to Kez, so she could hug her dad. He rubbed her back sympathetically, pressing a kiss to her head. "You did good. It was just one little mistake. Don't beat yourself up for it." He said in their native language. She waited to get interviewed, and coincidentally the interviewer was Nico Rosberg. Of course he was there when Lewis got his first win since being robbed of an 8th title.

It was quick interview for her, he just asked about what happened out there and she explained like normal, just shrugging it off but he could see through her facade. He knew she was pissed. After her interview she didn't stick around to watch the others, and headed into the cold room. It was very very hot. She set down her helmet and sat down on a chair, opening up the water bottle she picked up.

Lewis and George had joined her, making small talk with each other as she stayed silent, her eyes drifting off. They knew best than to bother her when she was in a bad mood. At least George did. Lewis didn't really care. He was too overjoyed about his first win in almost two years. "I really thought you had it in that DRS zone," he comments, sitting down in the middle chair next to hers. She glanced up from the floor, turning her head to meet his eyes, a smug smile on his face. "Do you want me to punch you?"

"Would it lift your salty mood?" He smiled, winking at her.

George leaned against the wall awkwardly, really starting to regret passing Kaylen in that last corner. This felt like torture.

"No, but maybe it'd actually help you make eye contact for more than two seconds with your interviewer," she said smugly, clearly referring to how he couldn't keep eye contact with Nico during the interview. "At least I'm not stubborn enough to stick with a shitty strategy," he shot back, receiving a harsh glare from her. George cleared his throat to distract them from killing each other- or kissing- he couldn't really tell at the moment.

"Fuck you." Kallie spat through gritted teeth.

"You wish," he smirked teasingly.

She huffed, averting her eyes back to the floor as he continued to speak. "I'm taking Kami tonight, by the way. Gonna celebrate with some friends." She shrugged carelessly, "do what you want. Celebrate your stolen win however you want. I heard Shakira was here, hope you have fun with her and Neymar. Just remember, they knew me first." He rolled his eyes at her attitude and looked back at the screen. "Jealousy isn't a good look on you."

"Don't need to be jealous when I can have whatever and whoever I want," she shrugged coyly.

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Kez sighed in relief, dropping the large weights from her hands. She brushed them off and picked up her bottle that contained an energy drink, taking a large gulp of it. In the corner of her eye, she spotted the same woman staring at her from the beginning she walked in. She was either a fan, or she was racist. She was hoping it wasn't neither. She didn't like people watching her when she was working out. Unless she was recording for a blog/video or something.

She picked up her phone and walked to the locker room to grab her stuff. She rarely worked out in hotel gyms or public gyms, as she had her own home gym and went to private gyms. But she didn't feel like looking for one in Barcelona, so she settled for a hotel gym. It was very late, so she wasn't expecting anyone to be in there anyways. Clearly, she was wrong.

The woman followed her, walking to her own locker as Kez unlocked hers and grabbed her stuff. She could feel the eyes on her and now it was beginning to annoy her. She turned around and shut her locker with her foot. "You got a problem or you just mesmerized by me?" She questioned in Spanish, tilting her head at the young woman.

"You look familiar," the woman replied in English, a bit nervous under Keziyah's stare.

"Do I? Who do I look like?" Kez mused, a smile creeping up the corner of her lips.

"Are you Rihanna?" She asked in shock, and Kez chuckled to herself. "Nah, baby. But I do get that a lot. I'm Keziyah. What's your name, pretty?" She questioned, her eyes twinkling in amusement. The woman blushed red at the pet names from the singer. "I'm Carly. I remember you now. My brother has a poster of you on his wall."

"That's a pretty name. But, I've gotta go. It was nice meeting you." Kez pulled her duffle over her shoulder and made her way out, Carly far too nervous to say anything to stop her from leaving. She walked down to the elevator and hit the button. She ignored the other person walking up to wait for lift. It finally opened and the two stepped inside, she paid him no mind. Until he spoke. "Keziyah?"

She glanced over her shoulder, hitting the button to her floor. "Neymar."

"What are you doing up so late?" He questioned in Portuguese, aware that she spoke it. It was similar to Spanish so she caught onto it very quick. She loved Brasil, and her many fans from there, so she learned it to communicate with them. "Couldn't sleep. Hit the gym. What are you doing up? Whoring around like usual?" She mused, shooting him a smirk. He was on the same floor so he didn't bother to hit a button.

"You would know, wouldn't you? You get around just as much as me, if not more." He retorts.

She chuckled, leaning against the elevator wall, noting the wall he eyed her body. She was far taller than him, and he clearly didn't seem bothered by it, like most were. "Aw, you seem a little jealous. Still mad I fucked your girl?" She grinned, crossing her arms over her chest.

"No. Still mad I fucked your sister?" He shot back, a cocky grin on his face.

"Cute. You actually think I care about a little fling ten years ago? I don't care who my sister fucks. But you should watch how you speak about her. Your friend Lewis has his eyes on her now. Don't wanna say something you're gonna regret, pretty boy." She teased, winking at him.

"Who says I want her? When I can just have you." Neymar smirked, tilting his head at her.

"Fuck, you're getting desperate aren't you? I mean- I can't blame you. I'm sexy as fuck. But, I've got someone waiting on me. I much rather spend my night fucking her. Good luck though." Kez smiled, waving her fingers as she walked out. She walked into her room and tossed her stuff to the side, immediately kicking off her shoes. She took a quick shower to clean herself of the sweat from working out.

"Fucking audacity of men sometimes," she muttered, laying down and switching on her phone. If you couldn't tell- she was obviously lying about having a date. It's not that couldn't get one, she just wasn't feeling like putting in the effort. She switched on some music, ending up with a Kendrick Lamar song playing. She did end up finding out about that girl she hung out with in Miami. She was a basketball player for the WNBA. She didn't contact her or anything though.

She sat up upon hearing the door being knocked on. With an annoyed groan, she stood up and walked over to it, checking who it was before pulling the door open. "I don't have time or energy for your rants about how much you hate but still wanna fuck Lewis." She said boredly, turning around and walking to her bed. Kallie walked herself in with an eye roll, "that's not what this is about." Kez shot her a pointed look, "so why are you in my room at 3 in the morning?"

"I need a bed to sleep on. Jennie checked out of my room so I could sleep in Lewis's room and I refuse to sleep in the same bed with him." She rambled in Xhosa, plopping down on the bed. "Sucks for you, but I'm not sharin' a bed with you," Kez scoffs. "Why not?!" She whined. Kez stood up, and grabbed her sister's arm, "if you're therapist says you have to do something, then you have to do it. This is for your own good."

Kallie yelps when she was suddenly thrown over her sister's shoulder. "How are you so strong?!" She groaned, feeling Kez open the door and then start to walk out. They were on the same floor so she didn't need to do much walking. She knocked on the door and Lewis answered it, the sight completely confusing. "Are you holding Kallie or someone else's ass?" He questioned, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest.

"How cute. You recognized her ass," Kez mused, only to yelp when Kallie hit hers. "I'm returning her. Enjoy. She's a bit bitchy." Kez set her sister down the woman groaning in annoyance as she pushed her way back into the room. "I hate both of you," she muttered. Kez smiled, patting Lewis's shoulder, "good luck." He sighed, shutting the door as she left. "We have shared a bed before. We can do it again."

"No thanks. I rather lose to you again." Kallie scoffed, plopping down onto the small sofa.

He rolled his eyes, walking back into the bedroom. Kami was fast asleep in the bed, small snores leaving her. She must've gotten that trait from her bio father because Kallie did not snore at all. He waited until Kallie fell asleep before scooping her up in his arms and carrying her to the bed. He laid her down and pulled the covers of her before sliding into the bed next. Kami laying right between them.

He pressed a kiss to Kami's head of fluffy curls, "night, princess."

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a/n: if only he actually got that win 💔

jealous kallie >>

kez lowk being a muscle mommy 🚶‍♀️

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