Tell Tale Heart [Pierre Gasly]

Prologue

Pain.

That was all I felt as I woke up, my head pounding hard as I opened one eye cautiously, squinting against the harsh light coming in through the window. I hadn't closed the curtains when I got in last night, whoops. I groan as I push myself up slightly, feeling the cold air from outside the bed hit my chest suddenly, making me realise that I was naked. "What did you do Jamie?" I mutter to myself as I looked around the room and realise that I'm not in my own room.

"Ah, so your name is Jamie," a relaxed voice says from beside me and I squeeze my eyes closed as I curse myself, aware of the male next to me pushing himself up in the bed beside me.

I'd been broken up with my boyfriend of three years for one day. One single day before sleeping with someone else. What the hell was I thinking?

This can't get worse, I try to reassure myself as I open my eyes, bringing one hand to my head to try and ease the throbbing pain caused by the mountains of alcohol I had consumed last night while the other still clutched at the bed sheet, pulling it close to my chest.

I'm pulled back out of my own mind when I feel the feathering of kisses over my shoulder causing me to shudder and I let out a slight moan. "Would you enjoy going again, Jamie?" The voice asks smoothly between kisses and I close my eyes again, leaning into him as I move towards his body heat.

"I can't, I need to go. I shouldn't be here." I mutter but I don't move, instead tilting my neck to the side so that the mystery person can get better access to my neck, which he takes advantage of quickly as he works his way up to my ear before nibbling on it. I let out another moan as he sucks lightly on my neck just below my ear.

"But where would be the fun in that now?" The unknown man asks and I just stay silent until I feel his arm wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him, my back flush to his bare chest as I sit between his legs and I let myself accept the heat of his body. It feels like a cure to my hangover with every second of his touch easing the pain of my headache as his hand made its way down my stomach. My breath catches in my chest as I swear from his touch before turning my head to accept the kiss that he was giving me before he lay me back down on the bed. It only takes a second longer before he is climbing on top of me as he takes my face in his hands, teeth tugging on my lower lip as he touches me once more, eliciting a moan from me before he pulls away and I open my eyes.

"Shit," I say, my entire body freezing up with the sight in front of me which he realises and pulls away, a look of confusion coming over his face. "I-I cannot be here right now," I say wiggling out from underneath him and getting out of the bed, shivering from the cold air hitting my skin as I try to cover myself with my hands.

"Sure you can, it's a fantastic place to be if I do say so myself," he says smirking as he sits back against the headboard, the confusion replaced with a certain degree of pleasure. "No need to do that, I saw it all last night...multiple times over," he said smiling lazily at me. Not in a teasing way, one that felt annoyingly comforting and so I just scowl at him causing his eyes to dance mischievously.

"I can't be here, I have - had a boyfriend," I say, my shock confusing me and I stumble over my words as I try not to check out the Frenchman sat in front of me, the duvet at his waist exposing his tanned and toned chest as I look around the floor for my clothes.

"Which is it? You have a boyfriend or you had a boyfriend?" He questions me darkly and I look up, surprised by his tone. "Because I'm not a home wrecker. I would have never gone home with you last night if I knew you had a boyfriend." He says and I just shake my head, words unable to leave me as I was overwhelmed from the moments of yesterday and the alcohol, tears threatening to leave my eyes as he looks at me coldly. "Get out." He says quietly before repeating himself more loudly and so I do, quickly zipping up the dress I was in last night and grabbing my heels as I ran out of his room before letting the tears fall when I heard the door slam itself shut behind me.

Fuck, I just slept with Pierre Gasly. F1 driver and as of tomorrow...my boss.

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Soooooo....prologue...

Here we go :) I'm only on chapter three atm and with the other book plus my work this will only be a weekly updates!