PROLOGUE ➺ THE THREE ORGASMS
summary — the last place soleila expected to find herself in again was vegas though she couldn’t deny the relief of escaping for a while from all the marriage drama. and when she meets a handsome man who’s also looking for a little solitude, with the promise of getting the night of her life close enough to taste… what could possibly go wrong? apparently, a lot.
pairing — lewis hamilton x black! fem! reader/oc
content warnings — minor slut shaming, swearing, small age gap (lewis is 35, soleila is 28), explicit sexual content (in my defense, the smut scene was not written by me and sticks very close to the book one, but it gets spicy between them), possible family drama
cia's quick ramblings — so sorry, that it took me so long to finally publish the first chapter of this series. i hope now that i officially started, updates should be more frequent. i can’t wait to write this series, it’s literally the only thing i’ve been living for next to watching the world cup [desperately hoping for france or morocco to win, the irony that they’re now playing each other :( ] — anyway, hope you enjoy and leave comments, i enjoy reading them <3
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( soleila’s pov )
— las vegas gp (saturday)
if it weren’t for the fact that bianca was your best friend and you were expected as the maid of honor, no amount of money could have dragged soleila huberts to this bachelorette party. in an ideal world, you would have been comfortably on your bed, with a bottle of france’s finest red wine to lick your wounds and pride after being left at the altar. bianca brown must have had something on you, some blackmailing material, that would explain your presence in this city of sin, watching people grind at each other.
you were barely able to hold in your sneer as you watched all the commotion around you while your mind yearned for your bed and your favorite take-out. i should have been on my honeymoon, you think as you take another sip of your drink and plaster the fakest smile you could make onto your face. you felt guilty for ruining the atmosphere, especially because it wasn’t bianca’s fault that your fiancé, ex-fiancé lennart, left you at the altar. and bianca had been the first one to react and carry you away from the humiliation after your fiancé had just run away when it was time to say your vows. vows you had spent weeks preparing and going over.
now you were here, at bianca’s bachelorette party and trying your best to be happy for your best friend. which you were. the timing was just making you salty.
“sol, you’re here,” a voice suddenly yelled at you and you were brought out from your thoughts just as bianca engulfed you in a tight hug. “finally. one more second with gwendolyn and i swear my wedding would have taken place in jail.”
“i still don’t understand why you even invited her if we both hate her,” you replied, internally already rolling your eyes at the thought of having to spend the night in presence of gwen.
gwendolyn richards was the cousin of bianca’s fiancé sean and one of the biggest pains in yours and bianca’s life. she was snobby to the point she made british dukes and royals seem modest and looked down on anything that didn’t come with a value of minimum of a few thousand euros. sean was an american nepotism baby and his family still wasn’t completely supportive of his choice to marry a, in their corporate world unknown, german business woman. but out of them all, gwendolyn was the most vocal about her dislike towards bianca and since sean didn’t have any siblings she was the closest to the whole “sister-in-law” and still trying to convince sean not to marry bianca.
in the beginning, not being liked by his family, had nearly destroyed their relationship but after firmly assuring bianca that no matter what his family said, he loved her and you threatening to poison his family, bianca had learned to be unbothered by it. didn’t mean however that she wasn’t jumping at any chance to impress her future in-laws. and apparently inviting her future cousin-in-law was a way to that.
“sol, you know how much she hates me,” bianca whined and grabbed your arm. “so i thought maybe by inviting her to my bachelorette, she would finally start warming up to me.”
you managed to hide your snort as you looked at bianca’s hopeful expression.
“that was the shittiest idea you could have had and i went live on instagram and drunkenly ranted about how men are trash,” you told her. that video was truly the cherry on top for all the bad things that had happened these past few weeks. it seemed to follow you wherever you went and was the nr.1 topic in the social baking and cooking world. not to forget your sponsors and board who were starting to make your life hell.
“i know,” she admitted, pouting. “and it’s ruining MY bachelorette party and — oh no, here she comes. sol, try to stay polite,” bianca warned you in a low tone as a tall woman approached you with the most obvious fake smile you had ever seen. just like every time you have had the displeasure of being in gwendolyn’s company, she looked virtually perfect this time too. her hair was put up in a neat sleek-bun, her nails spotted a perfect manicure and her heels were sharp enough to probably draw blood on skin. not to mention the white tailored blazer dress she was wearing, which you were sure she had done on purpose.
“bianca and… soleila. surprised to see you here,” gwendolyn greeted them. “i heard what happened… i assumed you wouldn’t be coming after that… misfortune.”
“i’m so over it already,” you flashed her a wide, fake smile and grabbed bianca’s hand. “i couldn’t miss bebe’s bachelorette party and marriage. i’m so happy for her.”
gwendolyn glanced at you, not really believing one word that came out of your mouth. “great for you. we’re all so glad you could make it.”
“i never could have missed sean and bebe becoming husband and wife,” you retorted back. point for me, you thought when gwendolyn huffed before she went back to the other girls. you exhaled and finished the remainder of your drink, enjoying the way the alcohol burned against your throat.
“what a bitch,” you muttered underneath your breath and bianca giggled.
“she’s torturing herself and both of us at the same time. she could have simply declined.”
bianca snorted. “she would have never. her pride wouldn’t allow it.” she glanced at her phone. “okay, we really have to start now. it’s nine pm already so let’s get this party started.”
you both joined the rest of the invited girls and bianca climbed onto a seat. “let’s get this party started,” she hollered over the music and you had to dodge a woman sitting nearby you with already too many glasses of champagne probably. except gwendolyn, you were all wearing small tiaras and shirts that said “she’s not a single lady anymore” while bianca’s shirt said “he liked it so he put a ring on it”. your shit was topped over your pink dress in order to fit with your pink stilettos.
“so we have a tight programme here but after that you’re free to party or go to sleep or whatever. and thanks luise for organizing all this,” bianca blew the red-haired woman an air kiss. “we’re firstly hitting a restaurant for dinner, chosen by our dearest soleila, then a strip club where we can also learn how to give some lap dances — not that some of you don’t already know —, followed by a casino and then our final destination is a club to dance the night away!”
just from bianca’s excitement, you could see just how much effort had gone into planning this night with luise and two weeks ago, your enthusiasm for all those things would have been through the roof. now however you were unable to bring out more than a smile and internally your guilt was just growing stronger for ruining your best friend’s bachelorette party. being left at the altar by lennart had destroyed something in you. the inner child-part of you who had her fairytale wedding come through just for it to end in humiliation and shame. it had practically burned your many pinterest boards where you had been planning your wedding since discovering the application. lennart had taken a part of you.
a familiar sting of pain shot through your chest as you watched bianca smile and show off her engagement ring to some of the other girls. nostalgia was hitting you fast and not even alcohol seemed to do the trick of making you ignore and suppressing the memories of when you had been the girl to show off your ring. your eyes met bianca’s and for a moment you could see the worry in her eyes but you quickly shook your head and forced a smile on your lips. you were adamant on not ruining your best friend’s night.
you drew in a sharp breath and refilled your glass with champagne. from the corner of your eyes you could see gwendolyn’s eyes linger on you as if she was just waiting for you to finally break, which she probably was. but she would wait for a long time if she expected you to shed tears again. thank god, the many wine bottles had taken care of that while you nursed your wounds. tonight, the old you was coming out, whether she wanted or not.
soleila mbaye hubert was making her comeback in vegas tonight.
your pink stilettos were glittering in the moonlight as you and the rest of the girls walked the famous vegas strip along to get to the club. you were all, at the lowest tipsy or completely drunk and in some mysterious way still buzzing with energy even though the planned activities had exhausted you all. you had stayed an hour longer at the strip club than planned because after bianca had gotten a lap dance from a gorgeous woman, you all, except gwendolyn, had insisted on one. and after the restaurant you had hit the casinos but none of you all had actually known how to play poker or blackjack. you were able to win some money at russian roulette but all that was spent again when you lost heavily at poker. nonetheless you had had fun and it felt good to have the old soleila back for the night.
now, as the last thing planned for the night, you were about to hit the club to finish the night off in high spirits. and since sean had never been able to say no to bianca, a table at the vip-lounge in one of vegas’ most exclusive clubs was waiting for you. and you would be lying if you said that you weren’t looking forward to at least dancing your problems away.
“we’re going to have so much fun tonight! and we’re in vip!” luise yelled from behind you once the bouncer of the club let you in and led you to the secluded VIP-area.
“o.m.g. we’re with the celebrities here,” another bridesmaid, whose name you did not remember anymore, replied in the same volume. she let out another shriek and covered her mouth with her hand as her expression morphed to shock. “that guy over there was on love island! and there’s madeleine petsch and victoria justice!”
you all made your way through the crowd to get to your table, occasionally pointing out which other celebrities you could spot in the vip-area. it also made you wonder just why so many celebrities were here — not that you have never met any but it was unusual for you to see so many in one spot. but as much as you tried to recall any special event around vegas this weekend, your brain came up with nothing.
another screech from luise startled you out of your thoughts. “guys… there’s travis scott. oh my god, i need a picture.” except for gwendolyn and bianca, whom you had lost sight of, they all rushed past you, nearly tripping over each other as they tried to get closer to the rapper. one of bianca’s friends was so eager that she practically pushed you out of the way, and you stumbled into someone, your drink nearly toppling over as you lost your balance but a firm hand instinctively grabbing your arm steadied you.
“’schuldigung,” you muttered, holding your grip on his arm tight to keep your balance.
“it’s okay, sweetheart," the man replied and you instantly recognize the british accent that somehow made your heart flutter. “are you okay?”
the man turned to face you and with the light now hitting in your direction, you were able to see his face. he was handsome, not very tall but still towering over you despite you standing in nine centimeter stilettos. he had a kind smile on his face and your eyes fell on his lips… he had nice ones. big ones that were most likely the source for very passionate kisses, and smooth ones that indicated the man in front of her knew what vaseline was.
yeah, he was definitely handsome and your type. his skin was a warm shade of brown, a few shades lighter than yours and his eyes had a magnificent color of dark brown, noticeable without the sun or light directly shining against it. his hair was a gorgeous color of mahogany brown braided into natural locks that were tied up in a bun and his features were so perfectly chiseled (like a glass cutting jaw) and fitting that it gave him a nearly royal aura. it would not surprise you if this man turned out to be a duke or from some royal family.
“yeah, i’m fine. sorry again,” you apologized and disappeared into the crowd again. you made your way to your reserved table where you found gwendolyn sitting at, bored expression resting on her face as she sipped her drink. it was truly a mystery to you as to why gwendolyn had even accepted bianca’s invitation if she had planned to be grumpy and judgy of everything.
a small smile appeared on your face when you saw bianca dance with two other girls, having the time of her life if the mischievous glint and smile on her face were any indicator. it was heart-warming to see her be so carefree, happy and excited for her wedding tomorrow. if your planned life was going down the drain, at least you would make sure that bianca stayed happy.
begrudgingly, you sat down next to gwendolyn. she mustered you for a few seconds before shaking her head amusingly.
“what’s so amusing?” you ask her, the words coming out a bit harsher than actually necessary.
“nothing,” she replied, the fake smile still on her lips. “just observing. you almost made quite the mess, soleila,” gwendolyn berated you, referring to your earlier incident.
“luckily nothing happened,” you replied in the same tone as your eyes scanned the area for the handsome man you had bumped into. you found him sitting at a table with a few other men and some girls, who made it very obvious that they wanted him to notice them.
usually, you would firstly feel guilty about eyeing other men before reminding yourself that you were actually single and there was no harm in letting your eyes linger on attractive guys. sure, the reminder of it stung a bit but so did the feeling of guilt, especially when your ex-fiance never had a problem with eyeing other woman while being with you. of course, you were still heartbroken over lennart leaving you but the past days had made you realize that your heart wasn’t broken over lennart. it was rather the relationship and all the future plans you had made that had you cry and ache.
sure, your relationship hadn’t been perfect but which couple ever was? yet you had loved each other and you had been sure that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. that was why him leaving you at the altar had been so humiliating. if he had had doubts over your relationship, why had he even bothered to propose? and why had he waited till your father had walked you down the aisle for him to get cold feet and break up with you? as if he hadn’t even considered how his acts could make her feel.
you pushed the thoughts of lennart back into the back of your mind and put your attention on your miserable conversation with gwendolyn again.
“you know, i sometimes worry about the company bianca keeps around,” gwendolyn admitted and took a sip of her drink again as you waited for her to elaborate. “it’s like all her friends are just fame-hungry girls who jump at the chance of a bit of fame. i mean you saw the way they freaked out over travis scott.”
“i’m sorry?” you managed to say, your mind still trying to comprehend and digest what gwendolyn just alluded to.
“i mean, surely you must get what i mean. they’re willing to do anything for connections. believe me, i know enough of those kind of women. they have no respect for themselves and are willing to do anything,” she continued. “it’s just such a shame that those are the friends my cousin’s fiance chose as her bridesmaid. it makes me wonder about bianca.”
it seemed like her words had sparked a bright flame of anger and rage inside you and that fire was practically begging to be released. “are you suggesting that bianca whored herself out to sean in order to marry him? and that her friends since childhood are attention whores?”
“of course not. sean wouldn’t go that low,” gwendolyn denied. “but surely she must have had some friends with more… etiquette. i mean look at you. your fiancé left you at the altar and yet you’re not acting like a crazy attention-starved it girl. you’re handling your situation very gracefully and with dignity. they certainly do not possess that. we’re more alike than i thought.”
it was official, bianca would get married without a cousin-in-law because at this rate you will have killed gwendolyn before the wedding arrives.
“you think so?” you sassed back. “i’m sorry that you’ve got such a wrong image of me because last i checked, ranting drunkenly on social media about how men are trash is not very graceful. no, i think that’s the behavior of the attention sluts you just described mine and bianca’s friends as. whores, who will do anything for fame, right?“
you quickly downed the rest of your drink and placed it back on the table forcefully.
it had been one thing to insult bianca and literally allude that bianca had whored herself out to sean. it wouldn’t have enraged you as much since you were so used to those comments from gwendolyn whenever you had the misfortune of being in the same place as her. but judge their friends for simply letting loose and being excited over stars they would probably never see again, berate and insult them over simply having fun and being human — that had crossed a line and enraged you so much you were about to slap gwendolyn. if it weren’t for the fact that you had promised bianca not to cause a scene.
but you were determined to show that stuck-up bitch that not even in a million years, were you two alike.
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( lewis’ pov )
lewis was genuinely bored. and maybe he was not as hated by the world as he believed watching all those stars that came out to support him. but boredom was definitely at the front of his mind.
after getting a podium for second place again, miles had suggested going to a club to let loose and to be honest, lewis had been dying for a distraction from f1 so he had instantly agreed. his friends had waited for him to finish his interviews and then they had all hit the club. they hadn’t even had time to truly arrive and take everything in when a group of women had joined them instantly. and who was he to deny them the pleasure of getting to know him?
however that had been two hours ago and now he was just bored. especially because the attraction of these women to him was as fake as the lashes they were wearing.
“you were so good during the race,” the woman to his right cooed seductively, placing her right hand on his shoulder. “you should have been the winner.”
of course he should have but the fia was still looking for any reason to punish him after he had called them out publicly.
“you were so hot in that car,” another one purred in a similar tone. they had joined his friends together and after he had seen them wear the same shirt, he was sure they belonged to the same group.
“thank you, sweeties,” lewis replied followed by a breathy laugh.
his mind trailed back to the woman that had bumped into him earlier. even though their interaction had been short, she had still made a lasting impression on him. most likely because she hadn’t instantly screamed or fainted at the sight of him (not that there was any problem with that). but it had been refreshing to not be swarmed by demands of pictures.
as his eyes trailed over the room, they fell on said mystery woman again. she was standing at the bar, with her back to the counter and one hand holding onto it as she looked around the room. her legs were crossed as her pink stilettos glistened under the club lights matching her low-cut pink cocktail dress. lewis always appreciated a good sense of fashion whenever he saw it.
she was holding a cocktail glass, idly swirling the drink as her gaze tracked the crowd. a playful smile curved her lips—sharp and intent, like a predator watching out for its next prey. she wasn’t the weary, withdrawn woman who’d bumped into him earlier; this version of her was awake, hunting. and lewis liked her like this.
he kept his eyes on her for another moment till hers finally landed on him and like a marionette being held together by strings, he felt himself being pulled towards her with an undeniable attraction while her lips curled into a teasing smirk.
and damn, was it sexy on her.
he didn’t even excuse himself when he rose from his seat and made his way over to the bar. with the lights kind of low in the club, the closer he got the more he could truly see her face… and she was definitely the most gorgeous woman in the entire room. a head full of the smoothest brown curls landed on her shoulder, the softest kind of brown doe eyes were framed by a pair of long, curled lashes rounded up by big pink lips with just the right amount of lipgloss.
lewis wasn’t sure whether it was a figment of his imagination but he could have sworn on the british crown that her eyes lit up when she saw him walk towards her. as if he was saving her from something, probably boredom. and what kind of gentleman would he be if he wasn’t ready to save a lady in distress?
he positioned himself next to her smoothly and ordered an old-fashioned bourbon before turning to her.
“we meet again.”
she smirked. innerly lewis cursed himself, that line certainly wasn’t his best but it got her attention.
“it seems we do,” the beautiful woman in front of him replied and took a sip of her champagne. “although, in better circumstances this time.”
his lips mirrored her smirk. even though she had been the one to check him out from afar, he found her mask of unbotheredness amusing. especially because her eyes were still twinkling. time to pull out the charm.
“so, what brings you to vegas this weekend?”
“my best friend,” she pointed at a woman in a white tee and mini skirt, with an additional pink sash. “is getting married tomorrow and i’m the maid of honor. why are you in vegas?”
“i had a work event here and we decided to hit the club afterwards.”
she turned and faced him properly this time. “what kind of work event brings you to vegas?”
lewis’ expression changed to surprise. “you don’t know who i am?” he asked her, genuinely shocked. it had been a very long time since he had talked to someone who did not know who he was.
“well, you’re certainly not michael jackson,” she retorted back, an eyebrow raised. as lewis examined her face he understood that she truly had no idea who he was. or maybe she had seen his face somewhere (you couldn’t have gone your entire life and be in the vip section of this club without ever having seen him) but she did not know who exactly lewis hamilton was. his face seemed to not raise any bells in her mind.
“unfortunately, i’m not,” he joked, twirling his drink. “it’s complicated.”
she rolled her eyes though the small smile on her face made it clear she was not angry. “you could be a stripper on magic mike and i wouldn’t care. we’re in vegas right now. i promise, i won’t be judgy,” she told him. “i literally learned how to give a lap dance today.”
lewis had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing but his face indicated his amusement clearly. “unfortunately i’m not a stripper. would have made my life so much easier in some aspects. but if you ever need someone to rate your stripper qualities, i’m a willing judge.”
“maybe,” she replied with a flirty undertone. “i could be convinced to a little private show.” he had to give it to her, she was just as bold and confident as he had expected her to be and yet she still managed to throw him off-guard with some of her responses.
“so what kind of work allows their employees to go partying in vegas?”
“the kind of work that is the reason why half the stars in this club are here. and why the roads are blocked till monday.”
recognition finally lit up in her eyes. “wait… i think my best friend mentioned some event taking place this same week which is why it was so difficult to get into this club. some car event… a race. you’re a driver.”
he smirked, leaning in and whispered into her ear. “not just any driver. a formula one driver.”
“is that like the champions league of driving?” she teased and lewis found himself drawn in by her smile like a moth to light. she had him completely wrapped around her finger without him actually even noticing when she had started spinning.
“it’s the best of the best,” he replied confidently. “and i’m currently the record holder for most race wins.”
she took a step closer, and lewis was instantly engulfed in a cloud of vanilla and peach, her scent wrapping around him completely. the scent had been faint but now that they were close enough that their forearms were touching, the mixture of vanilla and peaches was practically bemusing his mind. she reached out her hand. “what an honor to be in the company of the record formula one driver. i’m soleila.”
soleila, a fitting name for someone whose smile literally reminded him of sunlight.
lewis shook her hand delicately, the touch of her fingers sending a kind of electricity through his body that reminded him of the high, racing gave him. “lewis. it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“so, lewis,” soleila began. “did you win the race this weekend?”
he laughed. “no. second place only for me this time.”
“i hope you’re not losing your touch. if you’re the record holder, doesn’t that mean you’re leading the championship?”
innerly, lewis winced at the reminder that he was now only second in the championship after max verstappen. their accident had given the dutch driver the lead and his second place today, while max had won, had not helped reduce the gap. if anything, it was starting to become bigger and with only three races remaining, if he wasn’t lewis hamilton, he would have given up already.
but right now, with a beautiful woman like soleila in front of him, it was certainly not the time to think about his rival.
“unfortunately, not at the moment. i’m currently second in the championship but the record is mine.”
“so you’re the underdog in this championship fight?” soleila asked.
“kinda. i’ve got to win my lead back.” and he was currently the most hated person in f1, all because of an emotional rant (which he was very much entitled to after the crash) and for calling out the whole bullshit and racism that existed in f1.
she placed her hand on his, the difference in their hand sizes unmistakably. “i hope you manage to catch up. i’m rooting for you now.“
soleila smiles again as she winks the bartender over and orders a new drink. she seemed to be finished with champagne as she ordered a cosmopolitan. the moment she gave up the order, she picked up eye contact with lewis again.
“i’ll not disappoint,” he replied, followed by a teasing wink.
she brushed her curls back and leaned in again. there was no denying of their chemistry to the point even a blind man would be able to see. they had drowned out all the noise and people surrounding them, caught in their own world. they stared into each other's eyes, each matching the playfulness and attraction they felt towards the other.
lewis had trouble connecting the flirty, playful woman in front of him to the dull and exhausted woman he had bumped into. they were literally the same person but it felt like two different people. the soleila who had bumped into him had seemed to disappear right on the spot where as the soleila in front of him was thoroughly enjoying himself and clearly just as hooked on him as he was. he was curious to know what could incite such a change in the span of an hour.
“soo… why did you seem so miserable when you bumped into me?” he began. “i had the feeling you were forcing yourself to be here. and that woman next to you clearly did not make it better.”
there was a pause and lewis worried at first, afraid of having ruined it all but then soleila snorted and lewis found that even a snort coming from soleila sounded adorable and in a weird way, surprisingly sexy.
“i’ll admit it took me some time to warm up,” she responded. she thanked the bartender when he sat her cocktail down in front of her and turned to him again. “were you watching me, lewis?”
“it’s impossible not to notice a beautiful woman like you,” lewis replied with a playful laugh. “but genuinely, what made you so miserable in the beginning?”
“flattery will get you nowhere,” soleila retorted, amused. “i’m going through some tough times at the moment. since you didn’t recognize me, you probably have no idea. but it’s been some difficult weeks.”
“oh, so you’re also famous?”
she laughed. “aren’t you humble?” she questioned rhetorically before her face darkened a bit again. it wasn’t enough to take away her carefree expression but it was clear that whatever had happened, had stung and broken something.
lewis just hoped it hadn’t been her heart.
“well, if you really want to know… my fiance, sorry ex-fiance, left me at the altar two weeks ago.”
out of every possible reason, that scenario would never have crossed lewis’ mind, so it wasn’t surprising that he found himself choking on his own saliva. his expression shifted to incredulity as he looked at the literal heavenly woman in front of him again.
“you’re joking.”
soleila pursed her lips and took a sip of her drink. “i wish i was. three and a half years gone with a few words.”
“shit,” he muttered and soleila nodded, averting her eyes from him from the first time in their conversation. lewis could only imagine how tired she must have been from all the fake pity and embarrassment.
“yup. he left me at the altar just before it was time to say the vows,” she replied, her voice taking on a cheery fake smile.
“he’s clearly an idiot. personally, i’d say it’s his loss.”
she took a sip again and chuckled. “funnily, you seem to be the only one to think so next to my best friend.”
lewis groaned. “don’t tell me they actually blamed you.”
soleila shrugged. “okay, i won’t tell you then.”
“sorry, figure of speech. go on please.”
“well, like i said except my best friend whose bachelorette is this, everyone, even my own family, started asking whether i had done something before the wedding. that i must have said something that could have given him cold feet. as if i wasn’t the one who had just been humiliated. it was terrible.” she took a big sip of her drink.
“wow. firstly, what an asshole,” lewis cursed, which made soleila chuckle again. “and secondly, no offense to your family but they are cunts if they put the blame on you.”
soleila let out a laugh. not sweet like the little giggles and chuckles she had made from time to time but an actual laugh, genuine and real.
“none taken. you should have heard my aunts. so even a husband, dat girl no fit keep.” she imitated in an annoyingly high-pitched voice.
“actually, i take the no offense part back. full offense to your family.”
she laughed again and raised her glass a little. “to cunty families.”
“to cunty and judgy families. let’s hope they’ll realize quickly that it’s his loss,” he announced.
“one can always hope,” she replied and brought her drink to her lips. lewis’ eyes flickered momentarily to her lips.
she had pulled him in so much that he was very willing to do anything just to kiss her once.
soleila smirked. “you know,” she began seductively, “i expected you to have already made a move on me by now.”
“yeah?” lewis retorted. “what did you expect me to do?”
she twirled a strand of curly hair. “i don’t know. maybe something more spicy, you know. like placing your hand on my thigh or whispering into my ear, all the filthy things you planned on doing to me tonight.”
damn. lewis had to give it to her, she was bold. it fit perfectly with her confidence and it was absolutely turning him on.
“i mean… i literally said, i’d be willing to try out my new lap dance skills on you,” soleila continued before smiling at him innocently. “too much?”
this woman would be the death of him. but at least he’d die a happy man.
“nope. just right.”
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( soleila’s pov )
you were on fire.
flirting with lewis had woken up a flame in you that lennart had extinguished when you had started dating. a burning sensation capable of burning down everything around you simply with the touch of your finger.
you knew you had him hooked, practically eating out of your hand and lewis wasn’t making any effort to hide how much he was attracted to you.
innerly, you had to admit that it felt good to be wanted again. sure, you had loved lennart but after lennart and you had started dating, gone was the effort. he had put the effort to win you over but once he had succeeded, he had treated you like an afterthought. once the trophy had been won, you had become a chore he tolerated. he hadn’t made you feel wanted again.
and the saddest thing was that you knew he was capable of it, after all that’s how he had won you over, but he simply did not want to. lennart hadn’t expected you to ever leave him and unfortunately, he had been right. she had allowed him to take her for granted and she had not left.
it had been so long that you had felt wanted that you were basking in lewis’ attention, drowning in it nearly.
you smiled at lewis coyly. “is that all?”
he shook his head amusingly before moving closer, placing his hand softly on your thigh.
“believe me darling, we’re far from finished,” he murmured, leaning in close to your ear.
“good,” you told him, trying your hardest to not seem affected by his words. but alone ‘darling’ with his british accent was electrifying you. “i would hate to waste the potential of this night.”
“you have high expectations,” smirked lewis.
you finished the rest of your drink and smiled at him again. “you seem like someone who will know what to do with my body.”
he laughed though you could practically see his ego rising. if it wasn’t already big enough.
“you’re dangerous to a man’s ego, darling.”
“am i wrong?” you retorted.
lewis chuckled. “absolutely not. i’ll show you domination tonight.”
“looking forward to it,” you breathed out while his hand moved a bit further up your thigh. anymore and his hand would be underneath your dress and shockingly you were not minding.
not even the thought of lennart and how quick you were moving on could stop you from going home with this man. not when he had heat rushing throughout your entire body with a simple touch.
and lennart would never cross your mind when your thoughts were all occupied just imagining all the things lewis could probably do with his hands.
so strong and yet elegant, long fingers you already imagined trailing over your body, ethereal tattoos ornamenting his hands.
“can you watch my drink for me for one second,” you found yourself asking lewis. “i just need to go to the bathroom for one second and i’ll be back.”
you did not wait for his response and instantly headed for the bathroom which luckily were free. you locked yourself into a toilet cabin and pulled out your phone while taking a deep breath.
you took a deep breath as you exited the cabin and stopped in front of the mirrors to reapply some lip gloss. you bit your lip as you tried out your flirtiest expression before you left the bathroom.
lewis instantly spotted you the moment you were out and it was almost fairytale-like, the way his face instantly lit up. you slipped back onto your bar stool and intertwined your hand with lewis again.
“sorry for the interruption.”
“no problem, my lady.”
“are you up to get some fresh air?” you ask lewis with a low seductive tone and small smile.
he mirrored her smile with a warm one. “lead the way, darling.”
you were so getting laid tonight.
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(lewis’ pov)
soleila’s arm was wrapped around his waist while his rested around her shoulder, drawing her close, as they walked around the famous las vegas strip. loud music roared from everywhere, twenty-four hour stores were still booming with customers and tourists flooding in and out of renowned casinos. billboards were put up on nearly every building, with some even replaying moments of the earlier formula one race. lewis saw one showing his overtake on norris to take p2 but his attention switched quickly when soleila pointed out a street musician doing some acrobatic moves.
“is this your first time in vegas?” soleila asked curiously.
“i told you i’m a formula 1 driver. i travel all over the world for races.”
“well, i don’t want formula one so how do i know how it works,” she reminded him. “for all i know, the race locations could change every season.”
lewis let out a laugh. “i’ve been in vegas but it’s not my favorite circuit. and vegas is definitely not my favorite party scene.”
“i can relate to that, the party scene bit at least.”
“so what do you actually do?” he found himself asking her.
“i’m an entrepreneur in a way.” she told him.
“how come i’ve never heard of you?” replied lewis.
soleila whacked his arm lightly. “what’s that supposed to mean?” she exclaimed, faking an offended expression before laughing. “i may not be famous but i’m fairly known in some branches.”
“which branches?”
“cooking, baking, cuisine… all of that. i’m sure you’ve been in paris. have you ever come across soleil pastries?”
lewis nodded. “the name rings something but i know in london, we were at this rooftop bistro, soleil garden. don’t tell me those are your restaurants?”
she smiled sheepishly. “bingo.”
“wait… so you own maison soleil?”
“not completely. that’s why i said entrepreneur in a way. my best friend handles all the business stuff with shares and the board so i can focus on creating new recipes, cooking or improving baking recipes,” she explained. “so if we’re actually precise, i’m a professional cook and baker.”
“wow,” lewis let out. “that’s a first.”
she glimpsed up at him, amused. “am i the first cook you ever met?”
he shook his head. “not the first but certainly the most unexpected. now i’m curious, what made you start?”
“i was baking a lot in university and had a little cake business aside of classes. and i worked a part time job at a restaurant,” she began. “bianca was the one who then encouraged me to use these skills and open a business.”
a look of nostalgia set upon soleila’s face. “i switched my courses, started culinary school and we started a catering business. and then it blew up on social media, i mean i had a good following due to my recipes and dishes but with the catering, people started demanding actual locations which made us think about it.”
“and it just worked out?”
she laughed. “no, it was hard but we didn’t give up. it was a tough time to get a loan from a bank but once we did, everything started working out and we founded maison soleil.”
he looked at her with an amazed expression. “damn. that’s amazing. how many restaurants have you opened now?”
“we’ve opened restaurants all over europe but mostly in west europe but we’ve got a few locations in canada and the us. you’ll also find soleil pastries nearly everywhere. and at the moment, we’re dabbing into the rooftop business. we’ve opened ‘soleil garden’ in london, paris, frankfurt and others.”
“now i kind of feel bad for not having recognized you,” admitted lewis playfully.
she smirked with that additional flirty allure. “right? you definitely should have. but it’s okay, i’m a very forgiving person.”
lewis laughed again, this time throwing his head back while soleila grinned. it had been a long time since a woman he had been attracted to had been able to make him laugh so much.
there was just something so different and at the same time refreshing about soleila’s easygoing and sarcastic nature.
if lewis were interested in a relationship at the moment, soleila would have definitely been his number one candidate. it was nearly a shame, he wasn’t.
didn’t mean though that he would say no to a night with her.
they came to a halt and lewis placed his arms around soleila’s waist, pulling her close so both could face each other.
“so i should count myself lucky?” he whispered, his right hand resting on soleila’s cheek as he cupped her face. his eyes trailed to her full lips, for which his whole body was ready to die for just to get a taste.
she smirked. “very lucky, believe me.” she glanced to the side for a second before looking at him again. “just to be sure, i’m not stealing you from any person, girlfriend or something? any other potential woman?”
he chuckled. “you’re the only woman i want to spend the night with, darling.”
“flattering,” she breathed out, her arms wrapping around the back of his neck. she parted her legs slightly so that one of lewis’ positioned itself between hers, keeping her additionally steady.
standing so close to her, lewis took the time to truly check her out again. soleila’s beauty was mesmerizing and rendered him practically speechless as he took in how beautiful she was. long legs, soft smile, a very noticeable ass (because lewis at the end of the day was an ass-man), big lips (he yearned to finally kiss) — gorgeous could not describe her, or better yet, no word in the english vocabulary could put into words just how ethereal the woman in front of him was.
“are we just going to dance around this?” soleila asked him while sweeping her thumb over the small stubble of hair he had on his jaw. lewis took a sharp breath.
“tell me what you want, darling,” lewis replied in a raspy tone.
“i want you to kiss me,” she whispered, already leaning half in not caring who could see them. “i want to feel the touch of your lips on me.”
“your wish is my command.”
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( soleila’s pov )
it felt like eternity to you when lewis’ finally closed the gap between your lips.
it was a soft kiss in the beginning, a simple peck on the lips. both hands cupped your cheeks, his thumbs brushing gently over your skin as his lips hovered over yours. his thumb brushed over your lips before he kissed you again, this time with more force. more passion behind it and with the means to render you senseless.
a thousand different emotions surged through your nervous system at once, until your brain seemed to have only one option: shut down. and it did. lewis tugged gently at your upper lip, then your lower, before his tongue asked for entrance and you parted for him without hesitation. bolts of electricity were rushing through your veins like adrenaline, setting your whole body on fire and allowing heat to build up inside you. he was kissing you fiercely, with an amount of passion that you instantly understood that he needed this kiss just as much as you. his lips had yearned all these hours for a simple taste and now that they had it, they were savouring every single second of it.
a feeling lennart hadn’t given you in months.
it was kind of sad how a man you had simply met at a club was bringing back the fire in you that had been extinguished. now you were really glad, bianca had insisted on you coming to vegas.
he deepened the kiss even further, his tongue tangling with yours, and you were able to taste the whiskey he had nursed at the bar mixed with the faint aftertaste of champagne. and it drove you crazy with how addicted you were to it. one hand travelled down to the back of your throat while the other still rested on your cheek and you tugged him closer by tightening the grip of your arms around his neck.
your lips departed and as you tried to regain control of your breathing, lewis licked the remains of smudged lipgloss from his lips.
“satisfied?” he questioned, his thumb brushing gently over your lips.
not fully trusting yourself to actually form coherent sentences, you simply nodded.
“i want words, darling,” he replied as he twirled a strand of your curly hair.
“perfect,” you breathed out. “i want more.”
without another word, he leaned in again and captured your lips. this time he immediately put all the passion and fierceness into it and a low moan escaped your lips. he smirked before tugging on your bottom lip and you instantly opened for him again, his tongue sweeping in directly. you were close enough you could feel his heartbeat and it gave you a feeling of satisfaction to know that his heart was beating just as frantic as yours.
your tongue explored his mouth with such a feralness even you hadn’t known you had and one of your arms loosened around his neck and trailed to his hair. you pull it slightly, desperate for more of him, which earns you a low, raspy moan from lewis. you are so lost in the kiss you don’t even notice all the people who pass around you or the commotion beside you. you’re still aware of the fact you are in the middle of the strip in public or else you would have dropped into his a long time ago but you don’t care about who might potentially see you right now.
you were able to feel his erection, feel how much you were turning him on which in return only intensified the small puddle of heat that had begun to build between your legs.
aware that if you went any further, you were not sure you could restrain yourself, you broke the kiss even though every cell in your body demanded to feel his touch, his lips on you again.
“we’re in public,” you reminded him. “we don’t need to be arrested for public indecency.”
“don’t tell me the thrill of being caught isn’t exciting you.”
he was spot on about that, and you did have a little kink for having sex in places you could easily be caught in but you weren’t about to admit that.
“we’re in the middle of the strip with thousands of people around us. as much as i’d love to continue this, i don’t fancy making the gossip rags again,” you reasoned.
he hummed though it was clear he had no care in the world. and innerly, you also did not care however one of you had to be the voice of reason.
“i don’t think people care much here if they are anything to go by,” he pointed out a couple a few meters away from them that were practically dry humping against a lamp post.
“shouldn’t you be more concerned about whether paparazzis could catch you?”
“right now, they are the least of my concerns,” he simply replied.
you let go of his neck and grabbed your small pink clutch. lewis’ arm instantly slipped around your waist again, as if he couldn’t bear not being close to you, have your skin touch his. and if you were honest, neither could you.
you stared into his eyes, losing yourself in the soft color of honey brown his eyes were colored in. you probably could have spend the remainder of the night staring into these eyes if your phone hadn’t suddenly begun to ring. you unlocked it and saw that bianca had sent you countless messages, asking where you were and whether you had finally got laid.
you answer on the third ring and immediately, the loud volume of club music boomed through your phone.
“sol? where are you? it’s time for the final toasts,” she yelled into the phone and you swiftly removed it from your ear before it could pierce your eardrum.
“bee, i’m not at the club anymore,” you replied, trying your hardest to ignore lewis’ eyes on you.
she let out another screech. “oh my god! did you get laid? are you about to get laid?”
“well, definitely not in public. and not with you screeching through my phone,” you replied.
“well, like i said, you have all my blessings. but please sol, last celebratory drinks? and then you’re free to get that dick,” she insisted and you found yourself sighing, knowing that she had you.
it had always been difficult for you to say no to bianca. especially drunk.
“fine. i’m on my way. go regroup the others already.”
“love you sol. i promise afterwards, you can get your three orgasms,” she said cheerfully before hanging up.
you sigh loudly. “you up for one last round of drinks?” you lean in close, your lips brushing against his right earlobe. “after that, i’m yours.”
“believe me, you’ll get those three orgasms, darling.”
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the club was still full with people when you and lewis made it back though you noticed that there were remarkably less celebrities. which in a way was understandable as it was nearly one in the morning.
the bouncer instantly let you in with lewis only flashing him a smile and you scanned the club for your girlfriends. fortunately for you, with a few (or many) drinks in them, they had become quite the rowdy crowd so it did not take you long to find bianca and the other bridesmaids.
“soleila, we’re here,” luise was the first one to see you and waved you over enthusiastically. you sent lewis an apologetic look before making your way over to your friends, glad to see that gwendolyn was nowhere near.
bianca turned around and pulled you into a hug. from her carefree expression and the way her eyes were glistening, you knew she was way past tipsy.
“sol!” she exclaimed and hugged you tightly. “you were the last one missing.”
“sorry if i’m late.”
“you’re here, that’s the most important thing.” she handed you a shot. the clear liquor made clear these were vodka shots.
“girls, this was the best bachelorette i could have ever imagined. luise, thank you again for organizing all this. i knew i could always count on you,” she wiped away a lone tear that rolled down her cheek before intertwining your hands. “and sol, thank you for being the best maid of honor a girl could have. i love you girls.”
“we love you too, bianca,” you all said simultaneously and raised your shots.
“to bianca because she finally got the ring. let’s all pray it’s her first and last one.”
you all clinked your glasses and instantly downed your shots. you had always loved doing shots and enjoyed the burning feeling of strong alcohol in your throat.
after that, you all went your own ways leaving bianca and you behind.
your eyes were already looking for lewis and a smile grew on your face as you found him waiting patiently for you with your clutch in hand.
“girl, go get your man,” bianca encouraged you. “and he better worship that gorgeous body of yours!”
you winked at her and laughed. “a man like him, i don’t doubt that.”
she kissed your cheek again before leaving with the other girls and you, without even realizing, your feet were already walking towards him and in the space of a few seconds, you were beside him.
“lewis,” you greeted him, leaning over his shoulder.
just like before, alone his touch had you frantic already, electricity rushing through every cell in your organism and the need to touch him was noted just as necessary in your mind as the need for water.
“darling,” he replied, turning around.
“ready to have me scream your name?”
he chuckled and you were not sure whether it was just your imagination but you could swear that his eyes had darkened at the thought.
“i was born ready.”
you wrapped your hands around his neck again and closed the gap between you two. the feeling of pure euphoria explodes in your chest the moment your lips connect and you close your eyes to savor the touch of his lips, the way he tastes like a mix of tequila and whiskey.
this time you didn’t have to worry about somebody seeing you because you were inside the club, with the lights low and everyone around you either too drunk to notice what was going on or simply didn’t give a fuck because they were also celebrities who didn’t want their business aired out.
which allowed you to be bolder, more free and wilder. not the tame version of you he had gotten on the strip outside when you two had kissed.
lewis’ hands trailed down to your waist and in one movement, he pulled you close into his lap as he deepened the kiss. your lips departed without a fight and his tongue instantly began to explore your mouth, tangling with yours.
you were able to sense that lewis was also more frantic, almost feral in the way he was kissing you. his mouth against yours with a ferocity you hadn’t felt before and had you realize how much he had held back himself on the strip outside.
this man would be your demise and if you were honest, you were sad that this was only going to be for one night.
but that also meant that you had to make the most of this night because who knows when you might see him again? and you only live once.
lewis loosened the grip on your waist as one hand traveled down even further and rested on your thigh, just slightly under the end of your dress. with his thumb he rubbed small circles on your exposed skin and you were nearly ashamed to admit how wet his touch had you.
you threw your head back in pleasure, barely able to keep down your moan when lewis began placing wet, delicate kisses on the side of your neck. you shivered when his fingers were grazing the hem of your dress and out of reflex, your legs pressed together and lewis stopped his attack on your neck.
“do you want this?” he whispered against your lips, his right hand actively teasing your thigh.
“show me what you’ve got,” you whispered back before your eyes fell on a secluded spot close to the bathrooms. “but not here.”
grabbing his arm, you dragged him along through the crowd till you arrived at the deserted area in the club right around the corner to the bathrooms. there was a small counter, probably if people had any drinks with them but in your case, it served as a wall for lewis to push you against. with your back against the counter, you wrapped your arms around his neck, connecting your lips again. you dragged your right hand through his locs and tug at them lightly which emitted a low, raspy groan from lewis.
this time you were a hundred percent sure his eyes turned darker, a feral expression set onto his place as he lifted you up and placed you on the counter. he spread your legs apart gently, his hands resting on them lightly. one warm hand tugged at the edge of your cocktail dress and you looked at him expectantly.
“can i touch you, darling?”
you nodded. “yes, please,” you replied and rivers of pleasure crashed down upon you when he finally slipped his hand underneath your dress. you were lucky you were in a secluded spot, hidden behind a darker corner that shielded you from other people and with the music being loud, you did not have to stifle your moans.
lewis was teasing you mercilessly, playing with your skin, edging his fingers close to the core before retreating and it was successfully driving you crazy. his thumb traced the outline of your underwear, which was already pretty dampened, before he finally dipped one finger under the elastic and you couldn’t help but let out a low groan.
“lewis,” you whimpered when you felt his fingers so close to your clit before he moved them up again.
“what do you want, darling?” he asked you in a raspy voice, placing sloppy kisses on the side of your throat before sucking softly at the skin.
“touch me,” you breathed out. “please.” if you could see yourself at the moment, you would have been pretty ashamed at how easily this man had you ready to beg for him. because not even lennart had ever made you feel so desperate.
“i’ve got you, gorgeous,” he said softly and slipped another finger underneath your underwear. your excitement was slowly turning into torture, the anticipation of it making it harder for you to breathe. jolts of pleasure rushed through you whenever lewis came close to your clit, to where you actually wanted his fingers and you gasped loudly when he ran a finger through your slit.
“you’re all wet for me, darling,” lewis applauded you as he let your wetness coat his fingers. “so desperate.”
he kissed you passionately again and your hands trailed down to the hem of his shirt. you pulled it a few centimeters higher and let your fingers trace down the lines of his defined abs.
“is this what you want?” lewis whispered in your ear after breaking the kiss, leaving you a hot, whimpering mess. and from the smug look in his eyes, you realized he hadn’t even started yet.
fed up and burning up with the need to have him put his fingers finally where you wanted them, you replied, “figure it out, honey.”
“gladly.”
without another word, he pushed a finger into you, which emitted a deeply embarrassing pornographic moan from you, before adding in another when he was met with barely any resistance. your hips practically arched on instinct when lewis curled his fingers and hit that specific spot that probably hadn’t been touched in nearly a year.
slowly he settled into a comfortable rhythm, pumping his fingers in and out again, stretching you, and each time trying to push a bit deeper. to hit that electrical filled spot just a bit harder. and with each time he did, you felt yourself being pushed to the edge a bit more.
“fuck,” you let out, followed by a moan when his thumb began rubbing small circles on your clit and the building pressure in your stomach became more heavy.
“you’re taking my fingers so well, darling,” he praised you and innerly, you hated that your parents had made you an academic validation child because now that resulted in you getting turned on by any kind of praise you ever received.
and lewis praising you and calling you darling would be your downfall.
“you’re welcome,” you managed to say and whimpered when lewis began to kiss his way up your collarbone.
with the way, you had been deprived of such pleasure and heat rushing through your body, you were pretty much being overstimulated.
“are you close?” he asked and you simply nodded, not able to form any coherent words.
his lips curved up into a smirk as he began to quicken the pace while your legs started to tremble from the sheer amount of pleasure exploding in you while you neared your orgasm. your inner walls were already clenching around his fingers which was always an indicator that you were seconds away from going over that edge.
“let go, darling. be a good girl and come for me,” he whispered softly against your neck and as you had predicted, you came undone. like hot electricity, your orgasm crashed through you as pleasure practically burned over your neural system.
your body was completely shaking as you arched your back while a deep, filthy moan escaped your lips as lewis fucked you through your high. his fingers were still pumping in and out of you but his rhythm had slowed down, your hips rocking gently.
“ach du heilige,” you exhaled, falling back into german since your brain was still too overwhelmed to remember to speak english. you were heavily panting, your legs still trembling as heat pooled low in your belly while the last highs of euphoria faded away. for a second, all you could do was cling to the edge of the counter and close your eyes as you tried to control your breathing, trying to remember how to move.
your throat felt raw and your body still pulsed from the way his fingers had been moving inside you.
you swallowed, lips parting again as if you could speak a full sentence or at least pretend you were in control. but all that came was another shaky breath—and a small, moan that sounded nothing like the cool, teasing woman you’d been a few minutes ago.
lewis’ fingers were glistening under the neon lights of the club, coated with your arousal when he finally pulled them out of you. his eyes were watching you with a mischievous glint, as if he was proud of the way he had made you lose your composure and cracked your outer shell. smirking, he began to lick his fingers clean and you swallowed, lips parting again softly as you watched his tongue wrap around his fingers hungrily.
“i guess that’s orgasm number one,” lewis commented, referring to your earlier call with bianca.
heat began to pool in your lower stomach again as your eyes fell on his hands, particularly his fingers. how strong they looked and yet how gentle they had felt against your skin, so long and perfectly made for you… and you definitely needed more of him.
“definitely a good start to the night,” you replied, sitting up straight.
“and there’s more to come,” lewis added and pulled you closer. he lifted your chin up with his finger, staring directly into your eyes and if you cared, you’d have been ashamed of how desperate and hungry you looked. feral for him.
“then what are we waiting for? let’s get out of here,” you suggested, intertwining your fingers. “i want orgasm number two.”
“gladly, darling,” lewis said flirtatiously and his lips turned up into his famous trademark smile. “let’s go have some fun.
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it was your stomach’s desperate need to throw up that woke you up the next morning. your eyes opened only begrudgingly and when they did, a pounding headache instantly set in from all the light seeping in at once. your feet were practically on fire and you cursed yourself from wearing your pink stilettos for so long, especially when you had already classed them as ‘only three-hours’ heels.
you let out a quiet groan and turned around where you noticed you were in fact not alone in bed. lewis was sleeping peacefully next to you, his locs loose, a wilted bouquet of flowers next to him along with a bottle of jack daniel’s whiskey. you turned on your side again, sweeping the small night table next to you for your phone. scanning the room, you found it lying on the floor, at the corner of the bed and it took a lot of willpower from you, to get up and go get it. it was only when you stood up that you realised you were not wearing your clothes from last night but instead a white bathing gown, probably custody of the hotel as you were sure you had not brought one with you.
your head was throbbing and spinning, dizziness clouded your vision and you were tempted to just go back to bed and spend the night there if it weren’t for the fact that bianca’s wedding was today and you were expected. fortunately for you, she had planned for it to be a small ceremony in the afternoon.
you forced your eyes open again and were met with confusion when you found your dress and your bra carefully folded on a chair in the hotel room and realised that you were not even in your room. which meant you had gone back to lewis’ last night. you were starting to get angry at yourself for drinking so much last night and especially for going over your limit, judging by the empty bottle of jack daniel’s.
the need to throw up intensified and you were barely able to sprint to the bathroom and reach the toilet before your stomach decided to empty itself completely. one hand held your curls while the other grabbed the back of the toilet as you threw up everything you had in you. you were not sure how much time had passed or how long your head was hanging over the toilet when all of a sudden, your hand was carefully detached from your hair and another pair of hands held up your hair. you did not even have time to say thank you before another wave of nausea hit you and you threw up again.
another ten minutes probably passed before you were finally able to breathe normally again as you let go of the toilet. you fell back on your ass and groaned again, this time loudly.
“good morning to you,” lewis mumbled, his voice coarse and raw from sleep.
you turned and looked up at him before exhaling loudly. of course, even hungover the man would look like a god damn greek adonis. his loose locs framed his face beautifully, his arms and biceps perfectly defined.
“morning,” you replied, finally standing up to rinse the taste of vomit from your mouth.
“fancy robe,” he remarked and you noticed that contrary to you, he wasn’t wearing any kind of robe but only a pair of sweatpants. what the hell were you two up to last night?
“i feel like a truck ran me over,” you complained as you closed the tap. “my stomach certainly made me feel that way.”
“i think i’ve got aspirin in my bag. and some medicine against nausea,” he offered and you gave him a small smile. it was kind of making you sad that you had to leave this gorgeous man but you were just not ready to jump into another relationship yet.
lewis had barely made it two steps out of the bathroom when he spun around at your shriek, followed by a sharp curse. he rushed back to you, worry written all over his face, and found you staring at your ring finger. a huge gold ring sat there, topped with a cushion-cut diamond and just beneath it, a simple gold band.
you turned around, panic evident in your expression, and asked, “what the fuck did we do last night?”
he immediately looked down on his fingers where he found a matching golden ring on his ring finger. “did we actually get married?”
“i don’t know,” you exclaimed, a bit louder than intended but in your defense, you were fully freaking out.
you walked swiftly past him and slumped down on the bed as you tied your curls into a simple bun. this was the last thing you needed to deal with before bianca’s wedding and even less before you saw your parents again. things were still a bit rocky between you and them and you hadn’t seen them since the wedding, where bianca had yelled at them before dragging you away from their misplaced tirade.
as you tried to figure out how to deal with this mess, lewis’ sharp inhale and, this time, his curse pulled you out of your thoughts. you looked over and found him frowning at his phone.
“i think we did something really stupid,” he said slowly and handed you his phone. it was a blurry picture of you smiling at him, evidently drunk, as he kissed your hand where the shiny diamond ring sat proudly. your face was not completely recognizable but you were sure that people who knew you, would be able to point out that it was you. you were still trying to find out why he had been frowning at the picture when you suddenly saw the view sign at the top corner where a number of 8,6 million was displayed.
great, he had posted you on instagram where more than eight million people had seen you and your ring. and it did not take a genius to figure out what it meant, especially with the three hearts he had put on the bottom. fortunately he hadn’t tagged you which was only a scrap of comfort but at least something.
you swallowed hard, innerly totally freaking out especially because you had no memory of last night. the only clear thing you remembered was leaving the club. you handed him back his phone.
“okay, this can be handled,” you tried to reassure yourself. “if it’s only your insta, maybe you wait two months before a girl on your main again and it will all be forgotten. i mean, you’re an athlete. you’re known for changing bed buddies every night.”
lewis chuckled dryly. “hurts but sadly true.” he continued looking at something on your phone while you finally turned on yours. “well, i think our problem goes deeper than that.”
you swiftly turned around, confusion in your eyes clear. “what do you mean? oh god, what did we do?”
again, he handed you his phone and your face went through panic, confusion, worry and fear as you stared at the picture. there you were, holding hands while an elvis dressed man stood between you with a bible in one hand and your rings in another. you could feel your stomach churning again as you swiped to the next photo and the next one, your panic intensifying with each. photos of you kissing, of lewis putting the golden ring on your finger, of you buying a new pink dress and the two of you in a jewelry shop.
you took a deep breath, trying your best to keep whatever was in your stomach inside.
“this complicates things a lot but there is no guarantee that we’re actually married,” you tried to reason.
“how do you know?” lewis questioned instantly.
“as someone who nearly got married, believe me, getting married is a complicated process. firstly, we’re not american citizens so who knows if it’s valid and secondly, there needs to be a marriage license before getting married. and since we most likely got married after midnight, i doubt we could get any issued marriage license at that time,” you explained to him.
“thank god,” he exhaled and you grinned at him, playfully raising up your eyebrows. “it’s nothing against you, darling, i promise. really, you’re gorgeous and any men would be lucky to have you as his wife but—”
“i’m joking. i know what you mean. so we can go back to plan a, i assume?”
he nodded. “yep. i will fully lean into my playboy athlete image and people will have forgotten you in a spot.”
you turned back to your phone where you already had more than fifty missed calls from bianca along with hundreds of texts probably from your girls group chat and your parents.
“do you actually remember anything from last night?” you asked him, curious about the events from last night.
“only bits,” he replied, tying his locs back into their usual bun. “i know we left the club and then you were hungry so we stopped to get some food. and you bought a bottle of whiskey because we were dared by some tourist group to do shots.”
flashes of last night were slowly getting back to you. “oh, i remember that. i even won, i think and then i reminded you that you still owed me two orgasms.”
“and i desperately wanted to fuck you but remembered that i didn’t have any condoms and neither did you so we turned around to get some. and as we walked, we came across several wedding chapels where people could get married—”
you groaned, remembering clearly now how you two had ended married. “and i started complaining about my failed marriage because we were seeing all these newly-weds and then you told me to make new memories concerning weddings. and i teased you about it and you wanted to prove that you were better than my ex-fiance and we went to the jewelry shop where you proposed to me.”
“and then you asked the lady at the jewelry shop where we could get married and she sold us the two rings and told us where to get married. and then you demanded as my wife i give you your two remaining orgasms,” lewis finished your reconstructing.
“this is a lot,” you commented dryly as you glanced down and remarked you were still wearing the hotel bathrobe. “do you have any spare clothes you could lend me? i would really like to get rid of this thing.”
“sure. i should have some sweatpants and hoodie that could fit you,” he replied and you nodded. you smiled, grateful for the change of clothes, and left the bedroom to finally change.
you were in the middle of putting on your bra when lewis called out your name again. you quickly pulled his hoodie over your head before joining him in the living room. lewis was dressed too, waiting there with a nervous smile. his expression made your stomach twist as he held a paper in his hand.
“what is it?” you asked him, worry beginning to grow.
“you said that we can’t get married if we do not have a marriage license, right?” he questioned nervously, his voice low.
“that’s usually how it works,” you reaffirmed.
he handed you said paper in his hands. “would that qualify as a marriage license because if yes, then i believe we actually got married.”
you nearly ripped the paper from him, scanning over the content of it instantly though deep down you had already recognized it.
“scheisse,” you cursed. “i think we actually got married.”