The Race Director's Daughter (Sebastian Vettel)

45. A Father's Wrath

Martin Chandler-Webb opened the front door and hauled his suitcase inside the house. His wife and stepson followed him in.

He was in a good mood. He'd just enjoyed two weeks in Majorca and the break had done wonders for his frame of mind.

He'd had a lot of time to think things through and now it was time to make amends with Leah. He hated being at odds with her. She was his only daughter and he loved her so much.

Maybe now he was out of the picture, as was the case according to Joel who'd crumbled under questioning and revealed all he knew, he and Leah could get back to their normal father/daughter relationship.

He didn't blame her for what had happened. It was all Vettel's fault. She was a young, impressionable girl with next to no experience with men. He was sure that one day she would find a man to be happy with, but Vettel was not that man.  He was a good for nothing wifefucking pervert!  

Leah didn't need to know that though.   She'd been through enough without having to hear how he'd caught Seb and Daniel fucking Clarissa.   And to be honest, he was ashamed.  Ashamed that he'd obviously not been able to satisfy his much younger wife and she'd gone seeking pleasure elsewhere. 

"Leah! We're home!" he called out. It was nearly lunchtime.  Perhaps they could all go out to lunch as a family. 

"Lazy cow must still be in bed," Joel said as he dumped his suitcase in the middle of the hallway.  "I'll go and drag her out of bed."

Before Martin could say anything Joel was bounding up the stairs on a mission to find his stepsister.

Joel reached the top of the stairs and saw Leah's bedroom door was ajar. That was strange. She usually slept with it shut all the time. As he neared it he thought that maybe she had stayed out with Tamara and Jenna. He knew she'd been shopping with them the day before.

He pushed the door open and quickly shut it again, his mouth falling open in shock as he was confronted by Sebastian Vettel's bare arse disappearing into Leah's en-suite. He waited for thirty seconds before tapping on the door. 

"Come in, " called Leah.  He pushed the door handle down and went inside.  Leah had climbed out of bed and was wearing her dressing gown. 

"Please tell me I'm hallucinating.  Please tell me I did not just see a naked Sebastian Vettel go into your bathroom."

"You did not see a naked Sebastian Vettel go into my bathroom."

"Liar!  Jesus Christ Leah, what were you thinking?  Not the shagging him bit, I mean the shagging him here bit!  Your father is downstairs as we speak.  He will lose his shit big time if he finds Seb here.  I thought you two had broken up.  When did you get back together?"  Leah smiled nervously.  She knew Joel was right.  Her dad would lose his shit big time!  She had to think of a way to get Seb out of there.  "An answer would be nice."

"Sorry, yeah we had split.  He came around last night. Guess we got back together this morning. I wasn't expecting you guys back yet."

"Obviously."

Leah began to feel sick.  What were their options?  Keep Seb hidden until her dad either went out or fell asleep? Get Seb to climb out of the window and shimmy down the drain pipe? Distract her dad whilst Joel smuggled Seb out? Or maybe they should just throw caution to the wind and walk down together.  She knew they'd have to face her dad sooner or later.  Their love wasn't staying a secret any longer.  This wasn't the way she'd planned on him finding out though.

The bathroom door opened and Seb came out, now fully clothed.  Joel raised an eyebrow at him.  "I wouldn't want to be you right now," he said to him. "Martin is going to freak out, and I mean big time!"