No strings attached

10.

Lando's POV

There were only a couple of days left before I had to leave for the next race. I wasn't excited to say the least. Mclaren told me they upgraded the car but I didn't really believe that. I was so done with driving at the back of the grid.

A few of my friends decided to fly out to Monaco for the last few days, so I didn't see Aimée since the last time we had sex.
Since she told me she would go to dinner with Josh. Who was Josh and why was she going to dinner with him?
I looked at my phone, at our messages. To be honest, we didn't text at all, or atleast nothing more than 'wanna have sex?' or 'your place at 10pm'.
I didn't know what got over me when I asked her to have a friends with benefits agreement. I didn't really think about it, it just felt right at the time, even though I didn't know her at all.
I still didn't really know her.
I knew what she liked during sex, I knew the places she liked to be touched at, I knew neck kisses could make her moan but I didn't really know her.

Aimée:

How was your dinner the other night?

Good
Why?

Just asking

Don't be jealous 😉

Lol I'm not

She didn't answer anymore. It was stupid to text her, why did I even think it would a good idea?
'Don't be jealous' her text kept replaying in my mind.
I wasn't jealous, I just wasn't ready to stop fucking around with her.
I didn't want her to get in a relationship and ditch me.

"We are gonna do some wakeboarding, you wanna come?" Max Fewtrell asked as he was standing behind the couch.
"Sure" I said as I got up and grabbed my phone. I wasn't gonna think about Aimée anymore.

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"So who's the girl?" Max asked as he sat down next to me on the yacht.
I looked at him. "What girl?" I didn't tell him about Aimée, no one knew about her.
I couldn't tell them I was fucking around with a girl because I couldn't get over my fucking ex.
I couldn't tell them I was so fucking done with the slow car I was driving, that I was so frustrated about it, I had to let my frustration come out in another way.

"You're staring at your phone, you stop replying to my messages almost every evening and two hours later you start texting me again" he started summarizing everything, I could easily come up with an excuse for all of those things.
"And mate, you have a fucking hickey on your chest" he pointed at my chest.
Okay fuck, I couldn't come up with an excuse for that.
"Just a girl I met at the store" It wasn't a lie, it was the honest truth but she wasn't just a girl. Not anymore.

I knew she was struggling a lot, even if she wouldn't admit it. She never complained about it either, but I noticed it in the little details.
The way her stomach rumbled when we were laying on the couch together, how she obviously started dancing in front of me just to get free drinks, the way she didn't have Netflix because she couldn't afford it.
I never mentioned it, because I didn't want her to feel bad. It also wasn't my place to ask her about it, we were just fucking around.
But I could do a few things behind her back, covering her bill at the bar, paying for her drinks in the club, giving her my Netflix account or even buying her food.
It were just a few little things, but I knew it made her life easier.

"Anyways I'm happy for you mate" Max laughed as he patted my back before pushing me in the water.
"What the fuck man?" I yelled as I looked up at him. "That will cool you down a little" he laughed.
I didn't need to cool down, but I promised myself not to think about Aimée anymore, why was she in my mind all the damn time?
Why couldn't I stop thinking about her?