Pole position // Charles Leclerc

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Mias POV:
'This vodka is not nice.' I gagged, grasping at my mouth after taking my 8th shot of the night.

Lando deciding to stay at the hotel, and Daniel unable to come out meant that I had full reign of the bar. Now I knew why I never normally did.

'Mia, go and sit down, have a glass of water, then we'll continue, okay?' Lewis said, raising his eyebrows at me.

'Where's Kika? I was having a good time hanging out with the only other girl.' I emphasised.

'She went back hours ago, Mia. You said goodbye to her.' Pierre stated, taking my arm and sitting me down in the booth.

I closed my eyes and felt my head spinning extremely. I didn't drink often and because of this, I had never really been sure of my limit.

I picked up my phone and began to scroll through my saved numbers, pressing on the one I believed to be Lando and calling it.

Me: Lando I'll let you into a secret, i don't feel great. At all.

Charles: Mia? Where the fuck are you?

I ended the phone call as quickly as I'd placed it, putting my phone back into my bag and smiling at the shot Seb placed infront of me.

I saw Carlos pick up his phone from the other side of the room and look over at me, frowning, speaking passionately to whoever he was on the phone to.

'What time is it?' I grumbled.

'2am.' Alex yawned.

'Why are we still here.' I complained, regretting my choices massively.

Before he got a chance to respond Carlos's phone was shoved in my face, he was holding it out to me, encouraging me to take it.

'Charles is on the phone. He wants to speak to you.' He said, walking away and leaving me alone with his phone, dragging Alex with him.

I put it up to my ear and sighed, just about at the same time a man I'd never seen before slid into my booth, taking a sip of his drink whilst his dark eyes wondered my body.

Me: Hello

Charles: You called. Said you didn't feel well. What's going on?

Me: I'm not quite sure if you're aware but we're not friends right now. That call wasn't for you

Charles: we've never been friends amore.

The boy now sitting in my booth reached over to my leg, which was resting up on the opposite side of the sofa. I frowned, my heart beginning to speed up when his hand slowly found its way higher and higher up my body.

I gasped, shouting for him to stop, not remembering I was still on the phone. Charles froze, and then the questions all began at once.

Charles: Where the fuck are you, Mia? Who's touching you? Don't move, I'm on my way.

Me: No. I'm a grown ass woman and I do not need your help. I'm just-oh my god, please get off of me.

Charles: Send me your location. Now.

I ended the phone, not even meaning to do so, but realising I'd made a mistake the second I'd done it. I pushed my foot away from the man sitting opposite me and his cocky smile dropped.