You probably know my dad, step-mom and even my little brother. But who am I, I'm Olivia Wolff. The forgotten daughter!
Olivia finally gets the chance to join her Dad for the whole F1 Race season. She tried to put her rebellious nature to one side an...
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We'd been at the circuit for a while when Dad said he needed to go and sort some stuff out and I should come with him for a walk. He'd decided it was time for people to know who I was, I guessed after Bahrain and the whole nearly missing my flight had given him some doubt about the situation. If people knew who I was it would change how much I could get away with, they'd be different around me.
It was a big day, they were going to announce Lewis's retirement before the first race in a bid to launch their media campaign. - Lewis's last battle for redemption.
Since arriving dad hasn't left my side and made sure everyone we came into contact with knew who I was. He clearly didn't trust me to be left alone, I'm not sure if he thought I'd run off into a car or find someone to cause trouble with. He also warned me that things would change once the announcement was made, that people may start to treat me differently. Yes because that doesn't happen already.
But he was clear, don't start messing about with the driver's because they don't deserve my trust, especially now. I didn't really understand, I made no difference to the Mercedes team, I barley made a difference to my dad life. Besides I didn't do friends, but I was going to need some people to party with at least and they'd be my ticket into some great parties. We headed from the Mercedes motor home to the FIA building for a meeting, dad said I could sit and wait for him in there. Making it clear it wasn't a choice.Leaving me in the garage didn't seem to be a good idea to him. As we approached the Red bull building I noticed his silhouette.
Shit and now we are walking right up to them. "Hi Christian, Daniel." Daniel... I felt him glance over to us as we approached, I saw his face shift as he made eye contact. My plan for this moment was to play dumb, he met so many people and probably slept with half of them. I was sure he wasn't even going to recognise me, I was hardly memorable with the amount of girls he must pick up. "This is my daughter, Olivia" dad smiled and placed his hand around my back ushering me toward them. I shook Christians hand and smiled.
"Ahh yes, Olivia. I was just speaking to Daniel about your request to involve him in your dissertation" Christian added. I was drawn to those eyes, those deep brown heavenly eyes. No Stop.
"Oh, thank you" I blushed looking back to my dad in hopes he could read my face and we could move on. That didn't however seem like it was going to happen, Dad, Christian and Daniel's spoke for what seemed like forever. I could feel Daniel's eyes burning my soul.
We went to go our separate ways when I felt a tug on my arm. "Can I grab a word" I raised my eyebrows at his words and smiled at my Dad to suggest he went on without me.
"What the fuck" Daniel grabbed my wrist and dragged me to a secluded spot between the two motorhomes. "Your Toto's Fucking daughter" clearly he remembered me!
"It's not a big deal" I replied. I looked around hoping we weren't being overheard and that my dad had moved on. He was angry, he very clearly never wanted to see me again after the other night.
"Your Fucking joking, this is so messed up" he hissed. I looked at him confused, why was he so angry.
"Fucking hell Daniel it was sex, just sex. Chill out. No one knows, your safe. Jesus. Clearly it's something you're embarrassed about!" I pulled my arms away and started to walk off, I didn't need some guy to make me feel like shit. It takes two.
"It's that what you do, lie your way into men's beds" he growled as I walked away.
I snapped back, my whole body on fire. "Fuck you. From what I remember it was your cock that was doing all the leading, asshole" I replied. "You want to forget about the other night, done. It was pretty forgettable". I walked away from him and made my way to catch up with my dad. Under the surface I was barely holding it together. God he obviously was just looking for a shag and that was fine, but to throw it in my face. What a prick.
I had a pit in my stomach, not sure what had just happened. Now what I going to do, I needed him to be on board for my dissertation. I'd based my thesis on how grief and trauma effects an athlete's career and sport. I had asked Dad to contact Charles, Pierre and Daniel as they had all experienced loss in their lives while racing. It now seemed unlikely I'd get Daniel to agree and I was one study down. It was a dumb decision to sleep with him the other night but I thought it would be fine, we were both adults.
I rushed back towards my Dad and headed into the building by his side. "What was that all about" he asked. I shrugged my shoulders in reply as we were greeted by the security at the door.
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The weekend went smoothly with Lewis getting P2 and George P4. They'd had some serious competition, Daniel had come back with some new tricks and got P1 and Charles had snatched P3 right from under George's feet in the last lap. I'd had an amazing time watching very moment I could possibly fit in. Everything was amazing, it was like all the years of loving F1 in the background had finally paid off. I'd met some more of the drivers when Mick took me round for a tour. We'd been snuck into the Ferrari garage by Carlos to see Charles. Charles had then called Pierre and Esteban to meet us close by for a coffee in between practise and qualifying. Everything was going perfectly.
