IL PREDESTINATO | Charles Leclerc |

Chapter 7

"Became a McLaren fanboy, Charlito?" Carlos asked the Monegasque as he saw him exciting a hotel room.

"Appreciate the support, mate, but I don't think your team will be happy for this" Lando stated, looking at him up and down.

The Ferrari driver had just exited Christina's room. Although he said to himself that he'd leave as soon as the girl was asleep, he fell asleep himself.

The next morning he woke up in her bed with her still in his arms. And although he would give everything to stay, he couldn't.

Christina would have too many questions if she woke up with him beside her and Charles didn't want to make the situation harder for the both of them.

So here he was now, outside her door, wearing a McLaren T-shirt he found in her stuff because she was still wearing his shirt from the previous night.

"What are you doing here? This is not your room" Carlos stated pointing at the door. "I'll tell you later but now please, I need a plain shirt before someone else sees me"

"My room is two doors down" Lando said leading them to his room from were he and Carlos had come off earlier.

"Was the night with Christina at least worth the teasing you'll get for this?" Lando asked as he looked through his clothes to find a shirt that would fit Charles.

"What?"

"The night with Christina. It was her room you came out" Lando stated.

"Oh that was Christina's room! You slept together!" Carlos laughed looking at the Monegasque.

"Slept with all the meaning of the word. Closed 8 hours. She was drunk and I helped her back to the hotel" Charles replied taking the McLaren shirt off.

"Oh we didn't notice. That over the shoulder throw didn't draw attention at all" Lando throwing the plain white shirt in his hands. "But that still doesn't explain why you don't have your shirt"

"Neither will I. See you" Charles muttered opening the door. "Just wait till I tell Pierre about this"

Two hours later, Christina was already at the track working and trying to ignore the hang over headache which didn't want to go away.

She was checking out with the McLaren boys and Eddie the photos from the photoshoot they had the previous day. There was extra content this week since it was Daniel's home race.

"Oh there's Christina with Daniel and Lando. Let's go" Pierre said pointing at the blonde girl who was standing outside the McLaren garage.

"No"

"Come on, Charles. Carlos told me about this morning you don't have to hide" Pierre exclaims walking but the hand of his best friend on his chest make him stop.

"We haven't talked yet. I just helped her because she was drunk and stayed the night because she couldn't sleep. That's all. I'm still mad at her"

"You mean still playing mad at her? Because while looking at her you look everything but mad" Pierre corrects him, smirking.

"Whatever you say. The point is we haven't made up" Charles said rolling his eyes. "Good thing she's coming here then"

"What do you mean?"

"Good morning Pierre" Christina smilled at the French man. "Hey Charles can we talk for a second?"

"I'm kinda having an important conversation with Pierre right now" Charles replied not even turning to look at her. "Oh I was just going. Don't mind me"