Pole position // Charles Leclerc

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Mias POV:
For two whole weeks after the audio message was sent to me, I avoided Charles like he was the plague. He spent the last two nights of Saudi in my room, and then he was gone. I'd make sure not to go out if I knew he'd be there, and not answer the door to him, keeping it locked most of the time.

He'd text me millions but I'd not even opened them. I was worried that if she even suspected that I was on good terms with him, she'd leak that video and both mine and his lives would be over. I'm assuming he didn't get the same text, as he was as desperate as ever to speak to me, but I made sure that the few short conversations we did have were out of anyone's sight.

We were now in Italy, 30 minutes away from the start of the Italian Grand Prix, and I was sitting with Pierre's girlfriend on the balcony, my new found favourite place to spend races.

She was sipping on her wine, one hand ruffling up Roscoe's fur, and the second holding her glass.

'Oh look, he's looking up now.' She said, pointing down at the boy in red, waving at him when he noticed her stare.

He turned his attention to me, holding his hand up in a wave, a soft, hopeful smile on his face. I ignored him completely, looking past him and into the crowd.

'Ok now that's harsh.'

'I need to speak to you but this cannot leave your mouth.' I said, snapping, hating the limbo I've been in for the last two weeks.

She raised her eyebrows and watched as I got up to close the balcony door, looking around and checking nobody else was listening before hushing my voice.

'A few weeks ago Charles slept in my room, his girlfriend was smashing the bed against the wall, pretending to fuck someone so we did it back.' I began.

'Petty. I like it.'

'But then I thought it didn't sound realistic enough so I started to make some noise. He got worked up, and, he finger fucked me.' I said, really fast, as if it was going to change what I said.

She gasped, grabbing her mouth, getting up and jumping up and down in excitement. I tried to shut her up but her squeal was getting us some weird looks.

'Girl, I knew there was some sexual tension. How was it? Was it good? Did you finish?' She asked, bombarding me with questions.

'It was so good. But that's not the point. His ex recorded it, and she's got that hanging over my head now.' I said, forcing out the rest of my sentence that I knew she'd not let me do.

'So you can't speak to him in person incase people find out you're sleeping together? So what?'

I froze, shocked at her reaction and also confused. How on earth was this a so what situation.

'She works here, right? Everyone has to leave their phones in the locker room, and you're not allowed to go back there when the race is on. I'll go back there and delete it.' She said, as if she'd come up with the most simple solution in the world.

'What if she has it elsewhere?' I asked.

'Does she look like the kinda girl to have backups?'

'Maybe not.' I chuckled.

The lights went out and all of the boys started the race, Kika looked at me with a mischievous grin before downing her wine, heading towards the sliding doors.

'I'll see you in 10!'

'Don't forget to get rid of it from recently deleted!' I whisper shouted.

'I know!' She said, copying my tone.