The Manwhore | Pierre Gasly

Chapter Two

Pierre hadn't slept well that night. He was restless, felt bad for not asking for her name. For listening to her talking, for having a conversation for hours but not learning anything about her. It's not like he wanted to see her again because he felt the need to end up in bed with her, he just wondered.

It was Pyry who had woken him up by opening the curtains. An annoyed look on his face as Pierre turned around to look at him but the expression of the performance coach changed as he realised the Frenchman was alone in his bed. Even after the cryptic call last night, he hadn't thought his friend would go to bed alone.

"Good morning sunshine," Pyry said sarcastically, which caused Pierre to groan, but he was fast to sit up despite his tiredness. His eyes flickered to his phone. For once in his life, he wished for posts and articles about him, but more importantly her. He needed her name, even better her Instagram, so he could reach out to her.

"Have they figured out who she is?" Pierre asked slowly, which caused his performance coach to look at him, his head tiddled.

"Why again do you wanna find her? Was she such a nice playmate?" He asked slyly, causing Pierre to give him a look. He didn't want Pyry to talk about her like that. She was nothing like the girls he usually spent his time with. She was different and he hated himself for how hooked she had him.

"We didn't fuck. Only had dinner." Pierre said while reaching for his phone.

He opened Instagram and instantly looked at himself with her. They entered the hotel together. His hand tightly held hers with her still a few steps behind and a second one. On this one she had caught up with him, her right arm slung around his upper arm while he pulled her along with him through the lobby of the hotel.

Looking at the picture again, he had to admit they looked good together. Her long golden hair shone in the late evening sun, her green eyes looking at the camera as if she was the predator and not the prey. Pierre really liked her eyes he realised. They were so real, full of life. Not many of these Instagram models and influencers had that once he met them. She did. She might have not been his normal go-to, not a girl with endlessly long legs and fake boobs, but she was still petit and sporty. Thinking about it, the sweater she was wearing, he is pretty sure she didn't hide fake boobs underneath all the fabric, but he also wasn't sure what else she had been hiding underneath there. Jesus, she was a mystery and he didn't want her to be one. Not for him.

"Sure." Pyry had muttered while Pierre was hanging after his own thoughts. He saw another picture of them in the paddock, his hand holding her before he lead her over to the passenger side of his car.

"It's the truth. She lost her booklet. I want to give it back." Pierre muttered. That was the official reason. That he wanted to see her again to ask her for her name wasn't important. No one had to know that.

"Whatever that means, I don't wanna know." His performance couch let him know causing Pierre to look up at him, his eyebrow raised.

"It means I want to give back her lost booklet," Pierre said again, pointing over to where the little notebook was laying, which caused Pyry to walk over to it, only to pick it up and turn it over, looking at it.

"What's her name? I'm sure I can find her. Or she might come back for it." He told Pierre, before throwing it over to land on the bed right next to the Frenchman.

"I don't know her name," Pierre muttered as he picked up the booklet before opening it. There was an elastic strap separating the pages of the book in about the middle. It was meant to close the booklet firmly, but she seemed to use it to separate two sections.

The section which was freely accessible was meant for the signatures of the drivers. The signature he didn't give her. She hadn't asked again. He felt bad, he should have asked her if she still wanted it. Maybe, when he figures out who she is, he could send her some autograph cards from at least all Red Bull drivers. They surely would do it for him.