The One That Got Away (Sebastian Vettel)

34. A Little Bit of Stirring

"Elena! Can I have a word please?" asked the mechanic as Elena prepared to leave the track.

"Honestly Matteo, what is it? I'm hoping to get a flight booked for tonight. I don't want to hang around here any longer than I have to."

"It's important. It's about Seb."

Elena froze when she heard her ex's name mentioned. She had tried to win him back but he was still resisting her moves. What could Matteo have to say that would be interesting to her?

"Ok, you have my attention."

"In private would be best." Elena turned and led Matteo back inside the motorhome. She sat down at a table.

"Speak."

"Well, after the race earlier I overheard an interesting conversation between Rashford and her teammate. From the sounds of it I think Seb and Rashford are a thing. Callow said Rashford is going to take your title like she's taken your man, just like she said she was going to."

Elena felt rage building inside her. Seb and that little British bitch? What did he see in her that he didn't already have in Elena? She wanted to hunt that bitch down and scratch her eyes out. How dare she? Seb was hers not Rashford's.

Hang on, she thought. Rashford had planned on taking Seb? She was just using him to get to Elena. The poor, gullible bastard actually thought she wanted him.

Elena stood up. "Thank you Matteo."

"I thought you should know. "

"Yes. I'm glad you told me. That bitch may have got her claws into Seb but once he finds out that she is using him to get at me he won't want her and he'll come crawling back. As for the title, no way is she getting her hands on that.  Thank you Matteo. You've earned yourself a nice bonus."

Elena headed back to her car. She was seething. Had Seb been banging Mollie when he was still with her? Was Mollie the reason he had finished with her? And did he really think she wasn't going to find out? Oh Rashford was going to pay for this. She'd wish she stayed in Indy W by the time Elena was through with her.

She plotted away as she headed back to the hotel. By the time she had reached her bedroom she had decided on her next move.

***

Seb rolled off of Mollie and groaned.

"You're insatiable Miss Rashford. You're going to be the death of me." Mollie smiled at him.

"Are you complaining Vettel?" she asked him. He kissed her tenderly.

"Never. I can honestly say I will never, ever get enough of you my darling." Mollie slipped her tongue into his mouth and took the lead in their kiss.

Seb groaned and wrenched his mouth away.

" I have to get ready. I have to leave in an hour. I wish you could come with me. I'm going to miss you so much."

Seb was flying out to Russia for the Grand Prix. There was no Formula W race there so no reason for Mollie to be there. If they'd been public she would have gone to support him but all it would do would start rumours so they'd agreed she would stay behind in Seb's Uk apartment.

In a way she was looking forward to a break from racing. It had been non stop since the summer break, but she was going to miss Seb's kisses and cuddles, not to mention the sex.

Exactly an hour later Seb kissed her passionately and dragged his case to the front door. "Remember, treat this place as your own. Don't order too many takeaways or Ash will kill you. And be prepared for me Monday evening. I'm going to need some extra loving from you."