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Crazy For You (final part) || LN4

Summary: The truth always comes out in the end.
Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, dub/con, coercion, dark themes

One Month Later
"Stay," Lando begged as he curled an arm around your waist. "I want cuddles."

"I have to go, I'm going to be late," you said with a yawn. It had been another bad sleep and you put it down to the lack of sleep tea that used to knock you out cold, but you couldn't stay in bed all day. "You should get up too, you have to pack for Australia."

He groaned and he sat up, the blankets fell to his lap as he stretched his arms above his head. "Don't remind me. You do realise you don't have to work, love."

"Don't, we have been over this, Lan. You already pay for everything and it's too much. I want to pay for the baby things with my own money."

"It's my baby too."

"It was still my fault," you mumbled as you left the room.

—

You were called into the HR meeting room almost immediately after arriving and you sat down with a frown as your boss avoided all eye contact.

"What's going on?" you asked quietly as your palms began to sweat.

Your boss's cheeks turned pink and he slid his phone onto the table, a picture you recognised on the screen. Nausea rolled through you as you slapped your hand over the screen to hide the image but everyone had already seen it. "Where did you get that?"

"You sent it to me."

"No, I didn't," you argued as you covered your mouth.

"Yes, you did," he muttered as he took the phone back and showed you the contact number. It was yours, and it was sent while you had been driving to work. "I know you are going through some things but this is unacceptable."

"No, really, I didn't send this. I-I don't know how it happened but it wasn't me."

Your boss sighed heavily and looked at the HR manager. "I think it is best if you take the rest of the week off and we will schedule a formal meeting for next Monday. If you decide to hand your notice in before then it will be accepted without this going onto your record."

You knew what he was saying between the thinly veiled threats and you reached for the small paper bin before retching your breakfast into it. A look of pity came over their faces and a handkerchief floated across the table for you to wipe your lips. "Thank you," you mumbled as you rose from the table, despite wanting to throw the trash can at them. "I'll send my resignation through today."

"It's for the best this way," he said as he deleted the nude photo Lando had begged for when he was away testing in Bahrain. He had promised it was just for him, because he missed you so much.

You really shouldn't have driven home in your state. You could hardly see the road through the humiliating tears that streamed down your face.

"Lando?"

You sighed with relief when you found the apartment empty as you weren't sure you could face him at that moment. You didn't know how he had done it, or why, but there was no one else who had the picture.

You would have sold your soul for a drink as you changed out of your work clothes and flopped onto the bed feeling miserable. You would have stayed there if it wasn't for your phone vibrating with a notification, and you noticed an echo coming from Lando's closet. You climbed over the bed and, opening the door, listening for any other sound. It was quiet, but you heard it coming from under his clothes drawers.

You tugged at the panel of wood and it popped off easily to reveal a mess of power cords, clothes and bags of powders squirrelled away. Shuffling around deeper, you saw a screen light up at the bottom and saw the notification that was mirrored on your phone. You reached for beyond the set of keys that matched your car and old apartment, right down to the cheap Eiffel Tower replica key ring.

"What the fuck..."

"I really wish you didn't see that."

You slammed the panel shut but it was too late, Lando was standing in the doorway to the room with his arms crossed over his chest. He had stolen it, the phone you had lost, the one you had replaced, it had been in his possession this whole time. All your social media profiles, iMessages, everything was at his disposal - even your period tracking app.

He had stolen everything you thought you lost. Keys, clothes, chargers. He even stole your perfume. You thought you were going crazy, but he had been orchestrating it all.

Tugging the panel away, you grabbed the clear bag of white powder and sniffed it. It had the same sickly sweet scent as the lemon and ginger tea he made. Grabbing another, you felt ill as it had the same relaxing aroma as the chamomile tea he used to make each night, the one that put you in a deep sleep.

"You roofied me?" You wanted to sound angry and bitter but you only sounded broken as you dropped the bags.

"You're my girlfriend, why would I drug you?" he snickered as he walked into the room, taking the bags and flushing them down the toilet in the ensuite. "With what drugs?"

"You got me fired...why are you doing this to me?" It felt like déjà-vu and you were sure that you had this conversation before. Smacking the sides of your head you screamed as you tried to remember. Why couldn't you remember?

"Hey, shhhh," Lando soothed as he caught your hands and lowered them to your sides. You struggled against his hold as he wrapped you in his arms but he was too strong. "I just wanted you to be free to travel with me. Now we don't have to be apart, ever."

"Do you even hear yourself?" you growled as you tried to wriggle out of his hold. "This is insane, you're fucking crazy!"

He released you as abruptly as he had caught you and you held your hands up as you backed away. You needed space, from him and the situation, you needed time to think.

"Where are you going?" he chuckled as he followed you out of the room, each of his strides longer than yours.

"Anywhere you aren't." He overtook you in the hall.

"You know I can't let you go." He blocked the door and slid the bolt across before facing you. "You're carrying my child, you're not leaving. You have no job, no house, no friends. You need me."

Hopelessness fell over you and you hung your head in shame. "I wish I never met you."

His laugh tickled your cheek as he embraced you again, his hand spreading wide over the back of your head and guiding your face to the crook of his neck. "No, you don't," he murmured into your hair. "You're just angry, and that's okay. We'll get through this rough patch together and you'll realise what a blessing this is. You and me, our baby, together, forever."

"Forever?" you echoed in defeat.

"Forever. You'll never want for anything, baby. Whatever you want you can have, I'll make sure you are treated like a princess."

"The kind that gets locked up in a tower?"

He laughed and kissed your forehead sweetly. "Only if you try to leave me. But you're not going to try something silly like that are you, love?"

You swallowed the lump in your throat and shook your head. He was right, you needed him. He could provide for you and the child you carried, so you would behave.

"I won't," you whispered as your shoulders slumped.

"That's my girl. I knew I chose right," he hummed happily. "None of those other women could have been you."

Cold dread shivered down your spine. "What women?"

"The others that applied to rent my apartment," he said as pulled back to look into your eyes, a dark smile on his lips. "The one I own next door."