The other woman

....heaven

Alex had barely slept and felt exhausted but yet she felt the happiest she'd ever felt in her entire life. She turned onto her side, a tired lazy smile crossing her lips as she looked at the man sleeping soundly next to her. He was laying on his back, one arm up above his head and the other down at his side. The duvet was almost off of his body, only one leg, hip and his cock seemed to be covered and he looked like he was smiling serenely in his sleep.

Fuck, he's gorgeous.

Is this heaven? Is this what heaven feels and looks like? Except there's no pearly gates and white robed, white haired, bearded men smiling as they beckon you in. There's no white fluffy clouds or cherubic angels either. Instead I have an angel laying in bed next to me, with a body to die for, golden tanned skin, sandy messy bed hair, an exquisitely beautiful face with a cute nose, perfectly kissable lips and the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen on a man. Heaven isn't a place, it's a person who just happens to be Sebastian Vettel.

She stretched her body, her hands pushing against the charcoal grey, padded headboard and her toes pointing towards the vanity unit in front of the bed. She ached from her shoulders downward and felt a bit sore between her legs but she didn't care, she'd had the night of her life last night. There wasn't a single part of her body left untouched either by his hands or his mouth, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes and last night, for the first time ever she'd made love with him. Not fucked, not had sex but actually made love. Of course, they'd fucked as well and Seb had had her in positions she'd never ever thought of before, hence the aching muscles but the love making....this man was a dream.

Since when did you go all sappy over a man? Her subconscious snarled into life. Look at you! Weak and dependent, needing him to make you happy! You don't deserve him, you don't deserve to be happy! And you know he'll never leave his wife for you, you'll be nothing more than his bit on the side!

Her smile faded and she rolled onto her back to stare blankly up at the ceiling. What was she doing? How had she let this happen? He would never leave Gisela for her, there was only one way that would ever happen and the power to make it happen laid in her phone - power that she knew she'd never ever be able to use because hurting him was now the last thing she wanted to do.

Seb's warm hand suddenly crept onto her stomach and she heard him quietly grunt as he turned to lay on his side, facing her.

"Morning beautiful." His voice was warm, velvety and deep with sleepiness and it slipped over her like silk, bathing her in a comforting warmth. "You're thinking."

"Mmm." She sighed, still staring at the ceiling. It suddenly dawned on her that very soon she'd be having to share him with the world again; with Britta, with Aston Martin, with the world's media. With Gisela.

He lay still for a moment longer, waiting for her to turn and look at him, her eyes sparkling with memories from last night and maybe wanting to reenact some of it this morning before they had to get out of bed.

She stayed staring at the ceiling and his mind began to fill with unwelcome thoughts - mainly ones of regret, that she was regretting admitting her love to him, regretting staying the night with him. He shuffled closer to her until he could press a kiss to her shoulder. "Talk to me, somethings bothering you."

She turned her head to look at him. Was being in love meant to hurt? Because right now she had an ache in her chest, a feeling of wanting him to be hers completely but also doubt that she deserved to be loved by someone like him. And the thought of him going back to Gisela when they returned from Sochi was particularly painful. Her subconscious was right, she was becoming needy and dependent.

"Are you regretting it all now?" Seb asked after waiting for her to answer him.

"No." She answered quickly and resolutely. "Not at all."