You had to admit — being the girlfriend of a top Formula 1 driver could get really boring sometimes.

You couldn’t quite remember when you and Lewis had started dating, or when things had become official. You didn’t even recall which race it was when your face first appeared on the big screen with the words “Hamilton’s girlfriend.”

Everything had happened so fast — like a car flying down the straight, a blur that left you breathless.

And now, here you were, dragged along to some kind of business event. A new brand’s product launch, apparently. Lewis had been invited as a special guest to speak on stage.

You sat in the lounge area, your chin resting in your hand, watching Lewis confidently share his thoughts, charming the room with his usual charisma.

Then, out of nowhere, a mischievous thought popped into your head.

You pulled out your phone, scrolled through your gallery, tapped on a large, intimate photo you’d taken of yourself earlier… and sent it to him on purpose.

Lewis happened to check his phone during a pause in the discussion.

His reaction was immediate.

He froze for a fraction of a second, ears flushing red, then let out a soft cough before slipping his phone back into his pocket with practiced ease — pretending absolutely nothing had happened as he went right back to speaking.

Except… he couldn’t help but steal a quick, loaded glance in your direction.

There was something wickedly fun about it.

But deep down, you had a feeling that once this event was over…you were so done for.