Just Another Message Lost in Your Inbox {LN4 FanFiction}

17

S's POV

Cadey and I head to the bathroom to put on our McLaren shirts. As I pull mine over my head, I notice her eyeing me. "I'm not going to lie, Skye, but you and Lando being friends definitely has its perks. I'm enjoying this," she says with a grin.

I smile at her. Just as I'm about to put on my cap, something falls out. I catch it before it hits the ground—a note and a picture.

"Just a little something to brighten your day," it reads.

I unfold the picture and feel my heart stop. It's a photo of Lando's apartment, and on the wall is my artwork—bigger than life, hanging in a place of honor. My artwork, displayed like it's the most important thing in the room. I gasp, leaning against the wall, struggling to catch my breath.

"What is it?" Cadey rushes over, snatching the picture from my hands.

"Wow. Mr. Number 4. You really outdid yourself," she says with a smirk. Then she leans closer and mutters, "Just friends, my ass."

I shoot her a sharp look. "What? I'm entitled to my opinion," she says, but I can hear the playful tease in her voice.

I roll my eyes, trying to keep my cool. "Let's go. We're going to miss the race." She grabs my hand, and before I can protest, she drags me out of the bathroom.

We settle at the back, away from the crowd. Already, I feel out of place. I can sense the eyes on me, the whispers hanging in the air like a heavy fog. I try to focus on the race, on the roar of the engines, but the tension in the room is palpable.

"And they're off," the announcer booms, and everyone sits up, waiting for the action to unfold.

Some time later

Suddenly - Ping! Ping! Ping!

I watch as everyone around me's phone buzzes at the same time. Their eyes turn toward me. And then it hits—like a punch in the gut.

"Oh shit, what now?" I think to myself, trying to stay calm, but my pulse is racing. Cadey looks at me, her face going pale, and then hands me her phone.

"Skye, this is bad."

I stare at the screen, and my stomach drops. "FAST LOVE, FASTER DRAMA: F1 STAR'S SECRET FLING EXPOSED IN NYC."

The headline feels like it's screaming at me. My heart sinks even further when I see the photo of the two of us.

Before I can even react, I hear the door open behind me. I don't have to look to know someone is coming. I turn just as a woman walks in—blond, sharp, and looking absolutely furious. Her eyes scan the room before locking onto me and Cadey.

"Ladies... Please follow me." Her tone is cold, but authoritative.

I look at Cadey, panic creeping up my spine. She squeezes my hand, her voice a whisper. "Skye, whatever happens, stay calm. We'll figure this out."

I nod, though my mind is spinning. I'm in no position to do anything but follow her as we stand up. I feel like I'm walking toward my own doom, the whispers of the room following us like a heavy cloak.

This is it. My life just went from quiet graphic artist to front-page drama. And I have no idea how to handle any of it.