Sparks flying [Charles Leclerc]

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[ashleys pov]

Whoopppp it's race weeeekendddd
bitchhhh

nah shit
istg i didn't know

mhm someones in a bad mood
did not having pole position hurt your feelings
🥹

shush
it's not that but it has to do with someone

i have popcorn
SPILLL

you know charles the driver for Ferrari??

yupppp
what happened
please say this is good

hush
but basically I slept with him

NO FUCKKKKKNGGGGG WAYYYY
was he big ;)

your gross :)

and your a prude :)
i told izzy and she agrees

shut up fr 🙏

Racing weekend was finally here. I was excited for the race and getting back to my old ways on the track. The car this year was black and was my favourite livery by far.

I wasn't ecstatic about the fact that the guy I previously slept with was starting on pole position but I didn't let that get to me too much, it did show however when I made eye contact with him. My cheeks went flustered from embarrassment. I was competing against someone who I was in bed with a few days prior. I was determined to not let it affect my performance, I needed to make the car look the best at the Bahrain GP because it was the start of the season and testing had proven that there would be competition. Especially Ferrari.

I walked out of the team garage in my brand new black fireproofs. I looked amazing. I still felt insecure knowing the media was still trying to tear apart my image as I had replaced Lewis this season after his retirement but I chose to be more confident and consistent today.

Walking into the paddock, I saw Charles. I waved at him hoping that we would both distance from eachother but before I knew it Charles was jogging in my direction. God he looked amazing but we both were pilots for teams who were battling against eachother for championships. Red bull racing, Scuderia Ferrari and Mercedes-AMG Petronas were the hottest teams on the grid and my sex life could not get in the way of winning especially when your father is a CEO and team principal of Mercedes.

"Hey Ashley" he said brushing his hair out his eyes.

"How are you charles" I responded trying to avoid looking into his eyes.

"Look I think we should put the you know behind us. It's just sex at the end of the day" He spoke softly.

"Yeah no I totally get it." I agreed. But that night wasn't like any sex I've had before, I felt so connected to Charles in that moment. It felt so intimate like our souls were meeting but he clearly didn't fell the same way. Ouch. His words were the last thing I wanted to hear before the race but then it did give me some motivation to beat him even if it hurt.

The race was going so well. I might not have started pole position but it looked like I could get P1 with my first race. That would be amazing. And so that's exactly what I did. My formula 1 debut had me in P1. I wondered what the press would be saying now huh.

I walked up to the podium, glistening with sweat. My champagne sprays were epic because of course my dad taught me. I loved being part of the Mercedes team, my dad was proud of his driver but also his daughter and his unconditional support made me the person I am today.

Charles was also on the podium along with Max Verstappen, both showering me in champagne. I hugged Max. Whilst Christian and my dad were rivals, I could never fault Max. He was still an amazing driver and an amazing man. Dangerous for sure, but off the track Max was kind and gentle. He was incredibly nice to me.

When I turned around from hugging Max, I was met with a gaze of anger from Charles. We were just sex right? Why was he getting jealous? I strolled off the podium once we were finished. He was the one who told me we were nothing more than a one night stand. Why was he doing this? Was he just mad that he didn't win?

Max ran after me, "Hey Ashley I was wondering if you wanted to get drinks tonight. I get it if you know you're not allowed."

"No I'd love to come Max, don't feel intimidated by my second name"

"Alright I'll pick you up at about 7"

"Perfect see you later"