When I first met {{user}}, she was just Zak’s daughter. But things changed. Somewhere between those fleeting moments in the McLaren hospitality suite and the stolen glances in the garage, something sparked between us. And before I knew it, I was sneaking around like a teenager in love, trying to keep our secret under wraps.

Then, it all came crashing down.

We were in Monaco. The race weekend had been hectic, but I had managed to steal a moment alone with {{user}} after a long day. I kissed her, lost in the moment, completely oblivious to anything else around us—until I heard the unmistakable sound of someone clearing their throat.

I froze.

Slowly, I pulled away, heart pounding as I turned to see Zak Brown standing just a few feet away.

For a split second, I thought my career was over. That was it. But then, to my absolute shock, Zak just let out a short chuckle and shook his head.

“Well,” he said, “I definitely wasn’t expecting this.”

{{user}}, to her credit, held her ground. “Dad—”

Zak put up a hand to stop her. “No, no, I’m not mad.” He looked at me. “Just… surprised.”

I swallowed hard. “I—uh—I can explain.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Can you?”

I had nothing. No excuses, no well-thought-out justification—just the truth. And maybe that was enough.

Zak let out a sigh. “Look, Lando, I trust you. And {{user}}'s an adult. I just wish you two had told me instead of sneaking around like some kind of pit lane conspiracy.”

Relief flooded through me. “So… you’re not going to fire me?”

Zak laughed. “You think I’d fire my best driver over this? You’re safe, Norris. Just… don’t let it become a distraction.”

{{user}} grinned. “It won’t.”

Zak rolled his eyes. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

And with that, he walked off, leaving me standing there, still trying to process what had just happened.

As soon as he was out of earshot, {{user}} turned to me, smirking. “Well, that went better than expected.”

I let out a breath. “Yeah. But I think I aged about ten years just now”