Life in the Fastlane (Sebastian Vettel)

13. The Choice

Mollie opened her eyes, a smile on her face. The day before she'd had her highest finish so far, finishing in fourth place. She felt Seb's arms tighten around her and his lips pressing featherlight kisses to her shoulderblades.

"Mmm," she murmured.

His hands moved up and caressed her breasts and she could feel his growing erection pressing into her buttocks.  She gasped. 

Then her phone rang.  "Ignore it," murmured Seb. 

"It might be important. I'll only be a minute."

Seb growled with frustration as she pulled out of his arms and crossed the room to get her phone off of the chair by the window. 

"Hello?"

"Mollie, it's Kara. You have a problem."

"What's up?"

"You need to look at Twitter.  Whatever you do, do not post a thing.  I'm coming round to your room now."

"Seb's here."

"That's ok.  This concerns him too. In fact I'd suggest he gets Britta there, pronto."

"What's going on?"

"I'll be there soon. Just hang on." Kara disconnected.

"That was weird," she said.

"What's up?" asked Seb.

"Kara. My press Officer. She's coming round. Now. Look, just get dressed but there's no need to go. She knows about us. Also she said it concerns you and that you might need to call Britta. Something about Twitter."

She quickly opened Twitter. She saw straight away on her notifications that she'd been mentioned in a lot of tweets.

Scrolling through whilst Seb pulled his clothes back on,  she soon found what Kara had been talking about.

She sank down onto the chair.

"Baby what is it?" Seb asked.

"An account named blast from the past. This is what they said.

It's about time people knew @mollieeliserashford for the fraud she is.  She's a murderer, responsible for the death of a fellow driver, all because she wouldn't settle.  People think that she and Vettel split up but they're still screwing behind their bosses backs.  Plus she's got something going on with Scott McDevitt too, the little slag.  Makes me wonder who she actually screwed to get the F1 seat."

"What the actual fuck?"

Mollie looked at him, tears in her eyes.

"What do I do? It's the same person, isn't it?"

There was a knock at the door. Seb opened it and Kara walked in. "You saw it then?" she asked. Mollie nodded.

"I'm just going to call Britta," Seb said, heading into the bathroom.

"You've got to report this now."

"Kara, there's not really any point is there? I can report the tweet. They'll get banned. They'll make another account. The police won't do anything over one tweet and one Instagram message that may not even be related."

"Mols. You know it is. Whoever it is knows about you and Seb. And what's this about Scott?"

"They know nothing. They're just trying to stir."

"So why do you look so worried?"

"Yes Mollie, why so worried?" Seb asked, returning from the bathroom.

"Questions will be asked. About us."

"So we deny it or we come clean. You know I want everyone to know. So what if we're together? We'll prove to everyone that it doesn't affect us on track."

"About Scott."

"What about him?"

"Seb...I.... he kissed me Seb. I kneed him in the bollucks. He knows not to try anything again. But someone must have seen. What if they're watching me?"

Seb's face turned bright red with anger.

"When?"

"When what?"

"When did he kiss you? And why didn't you fucking say anything?"

"I'm going to leave you two to talk," Kara said, heading out of the door. "Call me after."

Once she'd gone,  Seb looked at Mollie.

"Come on then? When?" he asked, icily.

"Last Saturday. At the pub lunch."

"I thought Will was there."

"He was but he had to leave to see his mum. I stayed  about ten minutes longer. He kissed me by my car. I promise you Seb, I rejected him straight away. I tried to push him off but he was too strong. So I kneed him where it hurts."

"You should have told me!" he shouted. 

"I didn't because I knew you'd be like this!"

"Mollie, you're my fucking girlfriend!  I deserve to know if some other twat kissed you."

"I dealt with it."

"I wanna fucking deal with him.  How dare he?"

"Seb, calm down.  He won't do it again."

"If he does I'll fucking kill him."

"Scott isn't what's worrying me.   How does this person know about us?  How do they know about Scott?   Unless..."

"It is Scott."

"But he doesn't know about us."

"Mollie, I want to go public.  I've had enough of this sneaking around.  I want people to know you're mine."

"You know how I feel about that."

"Do I?"

"Seb, you may not care what people think but I do.  You're not the one that has all the shit from journalists like Daniel fucking Hunter.  Your place in F1 isn't constantly questioned.  It's easy for you."

"Is it so wrong for me to want to be with the woman I love without it feeling like an elicit affair? Are you ashamed of us Mollie?  Because it fucking feels that way."

"Of course I'm not.  I love you.  And we will be together properly but for now we can't.  Surely you can understand my point."

"I understand fuck all Mollie.  This just feels like a one way relationship.  I'm willing to give everything but you're not.  Do you actually love me Mols? Be honest, is it just about the sex for you?"

"How can you even ask that? You know I love you.  I've loved you for years Sebastian Vettel.  I will always bloody love you."

"Then be mine Mols.  If we're public that's one piece of ammunition that creep can't use to taunt you.

"Seb, please."

"No Mols.  I'm putting my foot down now.  I love you more than anything in this world.  You are my everything. It's clear to me now that I'm not your everything. Your career comes first."

"It's not like that."

"Then prove it!  Mols. I'm giving you a choice.  We go public or it's all over.  I'm not being used just for sex."

Mollie stood staring at him. "Don't give me an ultimatum Seb."

"Then I guess you've made your choice."   He walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.