Life in the Fastlane (Sebastian Vettel)

16. The Silent Treatment

Seb had searched everywhere but he hadn't found Mollie that night. He'd ended up texting Joel, who had told him that she messaged saying she'd arrived back at the hotel. He'd tried to get her room number off of him, but Joel had refused, telling him that it would probably be a good idea to give her space.

He'd headed back to his room and gone to bed. He no longer felt like socialising. He kept waking up and reaching out for Mollie and felt his heart break every time he realised she wasn't there.  When he'd given her his ultimatum he'd never thought for one minute that they'd be over.

Obviously she didn't love him the way he loved her. If she did she wouldn't want to hide their love from everyone. She'd be proud of it and want to shout it from the rooftops.

He couldn't bare the thought of never kissing her again, of possibly one day having to watch some other man kiss her. He knew he'd made a mistake with the ultimatum. Now, he knew he'd accept any crumbs she would throw his way.

He had to talk to her. He had to tell her he hadn't meant it. That he'd carry on however she wanted to carry on. He couldn't lose her. He'd lost her before, and it wasn't an experience he was keen to repeat.

He finally managed to get some sleep and when he awoke it had just gone 9 am. 

Hoping that Mollie had calmed down he immediately picked up his phone and tried to ring her. It gave two rings,  then diverted to voicemail.  He sent her a text. 

Seb: please talk to me Mollie.  I'm sorry about about last night. I'm sorry about everything.  I love you.  Call me. Xx

After a few hours he realised that she wasn't going to answer.  Obviously she hadn't calmed down.  Maybe it would be better to leave it until Miami.  He was flying out there on Wednesday.  Then he could talk to her in person. 

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Mollie saw Seb approaching her on the Thursday.  She really didn't want to talk to him.  Hence why she'd deleted his texts, unread. Since Sunday night she'd spent half an hour each day on a Zoom call with Doctor Keller. 

She'd deeply regretted drinking alcohol.  She was determined that it would be a one off.  She wasn't going down that road again, no matter how low she was feeling.  Alcohol wasn't the answer. She'd learnt that the hard way. 

Sunday night had been a complete nightmare.  The fight between Seb and Scott had been totally crazy. She was pissed off with both of them. Scott had tried talking to her that morning but she'd just shot him an evil look and walked off to her room. 

Now it looked like Seb was coming to talk to her.  Or so he thought.  She wasn't interested.

"Mollie please, can we talk?" he asked. Mollie turned her head and started chatting to Ash who was walking by her side.  She totally ignored Seb.

"Someone's in the doghouse," Ash commented as they moved out of Seb's hearing distance. 

"Yep."

"What's he done now?"

"I don't want to talk about it."  Ash didn't push it.  He knew that the mood Mollie was in she'd give him the silent treatment too.

"Ok, we'll  do track walk now.  After lunch it's the press conference.  Who are you with?"

"Lando, unfortunately."

"Thought you got on with him."

"He's ok outside racing, but here he's  another one who thinks I'm out of my depth.  And I swear if Hunter starts...I'm seriously not in the mood."

"Mollie don't.  You'll have to apologise to him again.  Remember how it felt last time."   Mollie grunted.

She knew he was right.  She just didn't know how she would stop herself from retaliating.  She had to though.  There was no way on earth she was apologising to Hunter again.

                                      ***

Later that evening when Mollie was back in her room she reflected back on what had happened that afternoon.    Hunter had tried baiting her but she'd bit her tongue and smiled sweetly.  Lando had been sniggering next to her.  She'd show the annoying little twerp what she could do.  Her driving would do the talking.

Then after the press conference Seb had tried talking to her yet again but she'd walked off  in the opposite direction. 

What could he possibly want?  He'd made it clear where they stood.  He'd delivered his ultimatum.  She'd refused to do what he wanted.  What else was left to say?   She wiped the tears off of her face. 

It was all clear cut and simple.  Well, it would have been if she didn't love him so bloody much.  And what the fuck had Sunday been about?  The fight between him and Scott?   She knew it must have been about her, but what had started it? 

And why the fuck was Seb acting all jealous when he'd been the one who'd turned up with another woman?  Her head was scrambled.  Her heart ached. Her body craved him but they'd both made their choices and she didn't see how there was any going back this time.

The only way she could cope was by pretending he didn't exist.  He was just a rival on track. Off track he was nobody. 

She buried her face in her pillow, sobbing.  If only her heart could forget him.

                                  ***

Seb was totally pissed off.  Why was she being so childish?  Why wouldn't she even talk to him?  How could they sort anything out if she avoided him all the time?    

He was better off without her and the drama.  So why was he craving her sweet little body? He wanted to slip inside her and fuck her until she was begging him for mercy.  He wanted to look her in the eye as he made her come.  He wanted to fill her up and make her scream his name.

He felt his cock hardening.  "Oh for fuck's sake!" he cursed.   He picked up his phone.  He'd try one more time.  Maybe he could go round and bury himself balls deep in her. 

The phone rang twice.  He waited for the inevitable voicemail message. 

"Hello?" she said, sleepily.