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The ride to the hotel was filled with complete silence, neither Daniella nor Lando said anything. This was the first time she saw Lando so angry and hit someone.


“I will see you in the morning,” Lando said without looking at Daniella as they reached Daniella’s room.


He was about to leave when Daniella hold his arm.


“I don’t want to be alone right now,” She softly said making him look at her. “And I don’t want you to be alone too.”


She opened the door and gently pulled him inside.


Lando was struggling to look at Daniella, a part of him feeling ashamed of what he did but the other part feels like it was justified.


“I am sorry,” he apologized as he hold her hand looked at her.


Daniella gently placed her hand on the side of his face as his eyes filled with guilty.


“You shouldn’t have hit him Lando.”


“I know it was wrong, but…I was scared and angry.. and the thought of him kissing you just…”


“Shh shh,” she cupped his face as she gently kissed his lips.


“I love you Ella…” His voice broke. “You are the one person I cannot afford to loose ever.”


“I am always going to be with you,” she smiled, trying to ease him. “I am always going to love you.”


This time he cupped her face and kissed her. The kiss deepened as Daniella melted in his arms.


“Let me show you how much I love you,” she softly said as she started to unbutton his shirt and took it off.


Lando didn’t waste any time and pulled her closer and pressed his lips on her neck as he started to unzip her dress.


***



The next morning Daniella woke up wearing only Lando's shirt and his arm wrapped around her waist. Her phone was beeping, indicating of new messages.


She slowly moved Lando’s arm away so that she can grab her phone. There was a bunch of text from her sister.


“Shit!” she quickly sat up and replied she is on her way.


Without making any noise that could wake up Lando she freshened up and got dressed. She grabbed her phone and kissed Lando on the forehead before heading out.


Daniella was texting Collins when the elevator door opened and stepped inside.


When she looked up her heart skipped a beat.


Pierre was in there as well along with Charles.


“Yeah, I think this is my floor,” Charles said before Daniella or Pierre could form a word, and got out of the elevator quickly.


Daniella looked at Pierre, his busted lip has dried but still he looks tired and terrible, like he hasn’t slept all night.


“I am so sorry about last night,” Daniella apologized.


“I was drunk and said something I was not supposed to,” He gave a sad smile and shook his head. “What I said and what Lando did is not your fault…so you have nothing to apologize.”


“Still I feel pretty bad,” Daniella looked guilty.


“Bad enough to have sex with your boyfriend last night,” Pierre pointed at the marks on Daniella’s neck.


Daniella quickly covered her neck with her hand as her face turned red.


“I am just messing with you,” Pierre chuckled.


Daniella nodded, feeling a little awkward.


Pierre decided to remain silent as he knew if he talks more he is going to end up hurting her feeling, which in return is going to hurt him.


The elevator reached the lobby and Daniella gave a polite smile to Pierre before walking out.


Pierre stepped out and looked at Daniella as he exited the hotel.


“What are you doing out here?” Charles came running, he looks tired and sweating heavily.


Pierre gave a confused look.


“I stopped the elevator so that you two can get some alone time to talk,” Charles explained. “You know, without anyone interfering or punching you.”


“I don’t know what you did mate but our elevator didn’t stop.”


Charles eyes went wide as realization hit him. He messed up again.


Both stood there as security ran to the elevator next to them as it got stuck in the twelfth floor.


“I am stupid.”


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A/N: Every time Charles tries to help Pierre he messes up.




Do you think Dani should have scolded Lando or something for punching Pierre?


Who is excited for Mexican grand prix? Me as a both Lewis and Max fan is going to have a really hard time.

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