Sparks flying [Charles Leclerc]

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My dress draped along the floor, as I noticed Maxs gaze fixed on me and my presence. I'd put in a bit more effort then usual so that when Max saw me he was shocked. As I walked to the bar, I watched Max pull out a chair for me and grab his wallet.

"You look stunning" he said acknowledging how much effort I'd put in tonight.

"Two cosmopolitans on the rocks please" he turned and faced the bartender.

He was wearing a fitted button down top and had trimmed his facial hair, his existence smelt like pure cologne and his expressions gave me a sense of comfort. Max passed me a drink, whilst death staring someone in the distance. Confused, I turned to face the same way. It was Charles and he was eyeing Max back.

Max wrapped his arm around my shoulder, watching as the appearance of pure rage formed on Charles' face. I gave Max a subtle smile before picking up my drink.

"Congratulations on your big win today, that's a great way to start the season" he said gently moving my shoulder.

"Thanks max, you were easy competition" I said smirk as the expression on his face altered to one of offence.

"Ouch" he continued, "I like that you're never afraid to speak your mind. It's your biggest strength and yet your greatest weakness."

"How so?" I responded realising he still had a grip on my shoulder.

"It makes you easy to read." His eyes still fixed in Charles directly. I still couldn't understand why he seemed so angered by me and max. Later we payed and I thanked max for the night out. I decided to walk home to clear my head and process why Charles was acting in this way.

Beep. Beep. I faced the direction of the noice. I knew that car from a mile away, the red and white stripes, the Ferrari logo and the number '16' on parts of the car. Why was Charles following me? And more importantly was he not drunk driving?

"Get in the car Ashley" he shouted, rolling down the window.

"It's 11pm Charles what are you doing following me around Monte Carlo?" I shouted back as I began to smile. I knew we weren't just sex from the moment I saw him angered but the fact that he was making kind gestures reinforced that.

"I'm protecting you" he screamed, "now get in the car Ashley."

I got in the car and sat down comfortably. I glanced over at Charles to see a vacant expression. Maybe he just felt bad. I stayed seated and silent.

"You look really pretty" he said peering over to my dress.

"Thank you Charles" I responded and then I didn't hear a word.

"Why were you at the bar tonight?" I questioned.

"Protecting you. Christian know what will make drivers weak and he knows a girl as kind as you will let the emotions get the best of her. You can't date a Red Bull driver. It'll ruin you" he spoke as I swallowed hard.

He was right. Why did max take such a sudden interest in me? We had been in kart races together and he'd seen me in the paddock at least 100 times but why now that I had a seat in Formula One was he interested?

"Truth hurts I guess" still trying to understand my feelings. We were nothing to eachother yet so I was more than able to distance myself from him.

Before getting out of the car I turned to Charles, "thank you for telling me, your a good friend."

As I gripped hold of the door I heard Charles go to speak. "Ashley I don't think I can act like I don't like you. It's just my publicist would never let me see you in a million years."

"I understand Charles" I said before looking at his parted lips. He cupped my cheeks gently and pulled my lips to his.

Shocked, I couldn't think of the words to say. "Goodnight Charles" I said before closing the door to the car. Fuck. He liked me. I liked him but we couldn't be together for the sake of our teams.