🧡 ᴜɴᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ — ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 15: “ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢᴜʏ” ɢᴇᴛꜱ ʙᴏʟᴅᴇʀ 🧡
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⚠️ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:
ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ-ᴀɢɢʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜰʀᴏɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ/ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴄʏ ɪɴᴠᴀꜱɪᴏɴ
ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅᴀʀʏ ᴛᴇꜱᴛɪɴɢ
ᴛᴇɴꜱɪᴏɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ
ᴠᴇɪʟᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ
The boutique’s bell chimed late that afternoon, its familiar jingle pulling (Y/n) from the pile of new stock she was unpacking near the window. She looked up without much thought, until her stomach dropped.
Luca.
Hair perfectly tousled, dressed in a navy linen shirt and slacks, he leaned against the doorframe like he belonged there. And in a way, he did, Carla’s cousin, not a stranger to the place.
“Afternoon,” he greeted, voice smooth, eyes scanning the room casually.
Carla looked up from behind the counter and froze. “Kuya?” she blurted, surprise mixing with worry.
Amara, who had just stepped out from the back with a clipboard, paused mid-step and exchanged a glance with (Y/n).
(Y/n) straightened slowly. “What are you doing here?”
Luca’s gaze settled on her, warm but unreadable. “Just checking in on my favorite cousin’s shop. You know, see what Monaco’s style elite are up to.” Then, with pointed casualness, “Didn’t know we had a celebrity guest on the team.”
Carla, still frozen, mouthed to Amara: He’s doing it again. Amara rolled her eyes, nodded once, and subtly signed: Quiet. Let’s see what happens.
(Y/n) didn’t shift. “You already knew I work here. You’ve known for weeks.”
Luca smirked. “Can’t a guy pop in to say hello? Carla’s been raving about the boutique's new look. I wanted to see it for myself, and maybe understand what’s got half the paddock buzzing.”
Carla stepped around the counter. “Kuya, we’ve talked about this. I told you not to mess with her. She’s not interested, and you know that.”
Luca lifted his hands in mock surrender. “I’m not messing with anyone. Just making conversation.”
(Y/n) folded her arms. “You’re jealous. Not because of what’s happening, but because you weren’t given a shot in the first place.”
He raised a brow, amused. “I mean, I’ve been called worse.”
Her expression didn’t soften. “And now that I’m seeing someone, you show up like this? Hoping to stir something?”
He tilted his head. “You can’t blame me for being curious. The girl who dodged my calls for coffee is now being escorted around the paddock by Lando Norris. Big jump, don’t you think?”
“It wasn’t a jump,” she said. “It’s not your story to understand.”
Just then, the door opened behind Luca.
Lando.
Baseball cap. Hoodie. Calm expression, until he saw Luca. His eyes narrowed slightly, body tensing in subtle but unmistakable alertness.
“Problem?” Lando asked as he approached (Y/n), his eyes never leaving Luca.
“None at all,” Luca said lightly. “Just catching up with my cousin’s coworker.”
Lando didn’t smile. “You done catching up?”
Carla gave Luca a sharp look. “He was just leaving.”
Luca chuckled under his breath. “Looks like I’m outnumbered.” He turned back to (Y/n). “No hard feelings. You just caught my attention, that’s all. Still do.”
(Y/n) stepped closer to Lando, her voice cool. “Well, I don’t need it.”
With that, Luca gave a small wave to Carla and strolled out the door, like he’d accomplished exactly what he came for.
Once he was gone, Carla let out a breath. “Sorry. I told him weeks ago not to come near you like this.”
(Y/n) nodded, grateful. “You did.”
Amara shook her head. “He’s not just curious anymore. He’s testing boundaries.”
Lando glanced toward the door again. “Let him try. But if he crosses a line, he won’t like how we respond.”
Carla tilted her head. “What do we do now?”
(Y/n) looked between them all. “We don’t give him anything. We stick together.”
Across town, Luca sat beneath a café umbrella, fingers hovering over his phone.
He didn’t need to start a war, he just needed to fan the flames.
And the media was always hungry.
To be continued... 🧡
🧡 ᴜɴᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ — ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 16: ᴀʟʟ ᴇʏᴇꜱ, ᴀʟʟ ᴀɴɢʟᴇꜱ 🧡
📝 Note from the Author: Third post for today, Alarwynnites 🫣 Someone take my phone away before I post a fourth at this rate HAHAHA.
Seriously though, thank you again for staying with me. The support, the comments, the chaos you bring to my notifications, I love all of it 💌
Alsoooo… I just thought of a new story idea 👀 What if (Y/n) was a pilot? ✈️ And yes, still with Lando Norris because I clearly have no self-control, BUT we’ll see 🤭
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