After Y/n Wolff moved away to Vienna when she was 16 she lost contact with her best friend Charles Leclerc. 8 years later she goes on to work and follows her dream in becoming a f1 interviewer, along the way she discovers her love for Charles best f...
Me and Lando had just finished putting our bags in his car, he got in the drivers seat and I closed the boot. I headed over to where I would sit before I was stopped.
'Y/n can we talk ?' Pierre asked.
I walked around the car, my hand tracing across it. I was nervous and had no idea what to say but I acted confident.
'What's there to talk about ? We broke up so what ?' That hurt to say inside.
'Fine but I mean... I'm sorry for what happened on the plane. Your right I was being a complete arse.' Why was he doing this ? What was he trying to accomplish ?
'Thanks for saying sorry. I'll see you around.' I went to pull the door handle but I was stopped again. He grabbed my hand and held it lightly.
'Come to dinner with me tonight, please. I'll make it up to you.'
What is going on ?
'Whatever, pick me up at 8. This is your last chance.' I finally got into the car.
Lando started the engine and we drove away from the airport.
'What was that all about ?' He asked, not taking his eyes off the road.
'Pierre's taking me out tonight. It's his last chance before I completely ghost him.' I looked down at my hands, the ones Charles had been holding a few hours ago. I felt bad for some reason. Like I was betraying him.
'I don't feel good about this.' His voice became protective and strict.
'Same.' I sighed.
'Call me if anything happens.'
I nodded with a fake smile on my face.
We soon arrived at the hotel. It was beautiful as was everything else in Monaco. I got out the car and grabbed my bags. Still staring up at the building I headed to the entrance.
Lando got his bags and followed me up the steps. We got our keys and I headed up to my room.
I unlocked the door and took my shoes off. I threw my bags to one side and jumped down on the bed.
I got a notification.
Chip 🍉
C : not staying at a hotel r u ? Y/n : where else would I go ? C : your back home there's tons of places C : wanna come to mine ? Y/n : and do what C : what we used to x Y/n : can u pick me up in the next 15 minutes? C : I have a Ferrari Mon Jolie C : ill be 2
I smiled at my phone. I have to get ready. And quickly too.
This is what I wore :
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I soon got another message. It was Charles telling me to come downstairs.
I grabbed my bag and locked up my room. I ran down the stairs of the hotel and met eyes with him. We headed down to his car.
