Pit Stops (Book I-F1 Series)

Chapter Thirty-Seven

As we went out of the Giorgio Armani fashion show with my Aunts secretary, Bernice, there where a bunch of reporters on the exit. My aunt decided to stay for a bit to talk with the organizers and i want to go back to the hotel, pack my things and go back to Bahrain since Collette stayed there too.

"Anne!" A reporter called and i just smiled before avoiding them as much as possible. "Anne!"

"Anne, why the sudden interest in Formula 1!"

"Is that because of your boyfriend?"

"Is that because you're having an affair with Charles Leclerc?"

"Is it nice being connected with a Schumacher?"

"Are you using them because you want to boost yourself on the social scene?"

And that was the last straw i stopped on my tracks making Bernice gasped as i went back to the reporter who said the last one. I smiled as i stood there in front of him.

"Miss Anne, could you give this to Marck, I'm a fan of him.".a girl said as the reporters hounded in front of me. She handed me a bracelet and i smiled.

"I will honey." I smiled as i took it and put it on my bag.

"Anne, are you using Schumacher and Leclerc for fame?" My eyes widened in amusement as i just let them on. "Are you having an affair with Leclerc?"

"Madame Anne, can you give him this too? I made this for Marck." I smiled as girl handed me an iPad size painting of Marck which awed me.

"You're really good. Can i have your Instagram? I'll follow you." I said as i still ignoring the piece of crap reporter that keeps on blabbing shit out of his mouth.

"Its gracie.rossi." i typed it on my phone and followed her. I took a pic of her with the painting, i went to the girl who gave me Marck's bracelet and took a picture of her with the bracelet too, followed her too.

"I'll be posting it later when i get back to Bahrain." I smiled and waved as i turned my back.

"ANNE, ARE YOU HAVING POLYGAMOUS RELATIONSHIP WITH SCHUMACHER AND LECLERC?" the reporter aggressively shouted at me. Now thats how i like it.

"Sir, you don't know me that much and yet you threw those speculations at me. Let me tell you about me and maybe this will be the last time i will ever share anything about my life." I smiled sweetly trying my best not to hit this stupid motherfucker on his fucking face.

"Why the sudden interest in F1? Do you want that life because of the men there?" He aggressively asked me as i can clearly see his pissed.

"Im a lawyer by profession sir, but I took an interest in racing since I was 3 in karting. I basically grew up with Charles, Pierre, George, Alex and other drivers that you can see in the grid and even the reserves. Marck is my brother and he's racing for Alpine for almost five years now and my mother was a one time rally champion, so are you telling me, that is sudden?" I asked him back.

He just looked at me, confused but i just still smiled at him, concealing the rage that he brought me in.

"And its not about the men there that i like in formula 1. Its about racing, the essence of racing. I've raced in f4 and f3 before and i pretty much know everyone there, i pretty much know how it works. To address my relationship, I'm in a monogamous relationship with my boyfriend. " I continued still smiling sweetly at the women around him.

"What can you say about the women in racing today Miss Anne." The woman reporter asked me smiling.

"There's no woman in F1. There will never be." The aggressive reporter cuts her off which made me chuckle.