Lewis Hamilton Angst - Blog Posts

THE DENIED FEELINGS

Lewis Hamilton × Black!Reader

Today is a not so busy day as it is media day. Majority of the interviews have already been done, so Lewis is on his very last one, when he spots HER. The woman he had spent the previous night with, who is also the journalist that had interviewed him before everyone else this morning.

Watching as she walks past, not realising he was standing there, she makes her way for the exit. he turns back to the current Journalist in front of him, hoping that she would hurry with her questions so that he can catch the beautiful woman who walked pass before she leaves for the hotel.

A few minutes later, he answers the last question, says his farewell then speedwalk towards the journalism department, yet when he arrived was informed that she had already left. A deep sigh falls from Lewis' lips, a stressed expression on his face as he thanks the lady's coworker and leaves towards the hotel...the same hotel that everyone including the woman he was hunting also resides for the race week.

Upon arrival to the hotel, he quickly goes up to his room, take shower, straighten his room and clean up whatever mess was made that morning before leaving his room to her. On the walk there, Lewis reflected on the night they had; the intimate talk, the sharing of hopes and goals, let's not forget the passionate lovemaking that had taken place that relaxed his body, mind and soul in a way nothing or no one had been able to do before.

Coming to a stop at her room door, he take a few deep breaths before knocking on the door. after a minute, the door opens but its not the person he expects. "Carlos?" he whispers out in surprise, Carlos himself looking shocked to see the 7x world Champion there. "Hey, I came to get some clarification on an interview timeline." Carlos says softly, noticing Lewis' questioning gaze. Lewis nods in response and watches as Carlos disappears down the hall before entering and closing the door behind himself.

Turning around, he spots the woman he fell in love with in a red, silk lingerie covered by her matching silk robe. Ironically, he knocks on the already closed door behind him to alert her of his presence. "You're already inside, knocking is useless." Y/N mumbles, her back still facing him as he begins to walk closer to her. "Why are you here?" she asks softly, turning to face him, a plate of freshly warmed food in her hands. "I'm here to talk...about what happened last night. I need to express what I felt." The older, mature man says.

"I'm listening Sir Lewis" Y/N says softly while chewing. She takes a seat at her dining table, her eyes on him. "I'm going to be honest...when you had offered to spend the night with me, I expected it to be some sloppy time that ended quickly with you leaving but still hunting me after the actions...I didn't expect to be hooked after everything happened. The conversation, the fact that you weren't prying, you asked about just me, wanting to get to me and not the driver, the celebrity but the person. The genuine advice you gave, the warm and comforting aura you poured into me...it was as if I was in heaven on cloud nine. Lastly the intimate time we had after it all...it was magical, felt ethereal, as if it caressed my soul and made it at peace. I had the most wonderful rest last night to the point I slept pass my alarm this morning, almost late to your interview. To sum this all up, I just want to tell you that for the very first time in my life, I've felt the connection this strong with a woman...I know we've only spent a night with each other, but I'm asking...please, will you allow me to take you out to dinner? On a proper date?" Lewis expresses and wait for her response.

Y/N takes a few moments to collect herself and think. "Lewis...not to say I'm not interested, but have you considered what may happen if the world finds out about this? I'm 24 and you're 39, I'm a journalist and you're a driver. They will accuse me of being biased with ratings and interviews, I may even lose my job.... As much as I want to accept to date you, I'm going to need some time to think" The Jamaican woman says softly, her gaze on him lovingly though her words were otherwise.

MAYBE AFTER A WHILE SHE WILL ACCEPT OR NOT?