Regaining

~Ferrari red~

"Y/n! Are you done?" Max arrived and he was knocking on Y/n's hotel room door.

"Just a sec!" she yelled through the still closed door.

In a minute or maybe two, Y/n opened the door and looked at Max to see his reaction to her dress.

"Y/n, you uh... Y/n, you look fucking incredible! You know what, Charles is gonna be so jealous h-"

"Charles is going to be there?" she interrupted him.

"Uhm, yes."

"Fuck! Then I am not going."

"See now, this is the part that I wasn't supposed to tell you about but screw it. Yes, he'll be there. Probably with some floozy Pierre has introduced him to so you have to go to make him jealous. "

"Max, I don't think it's a good idea for me to go. I haven't spoken to Charles since we broke up."

"So?"

"What if I'll have to speak to him tonight?"

"You know what, you won't need to. We will avoid him the whole night."

"I still don't think it's a good idea."

"Oh, come on Y/n! Actually, I have an idea. We'll go to the event and if you at some point, any point, feel like going back to the hotel we'll leave immediately. Is that okay?"

"Sure. Let's go. But if I say I want to leave there is no convincing me to stay. Okay?"

"Your wish is my command." Max put his hand to his forehead and saluted Y/n as if she was an army general. In response, she smacked his hand away and walked past him out of her hotel room. He chuckled because of her smack and followed her out of the hotel.

Charles' POV:

"Pierre! Where is my tie?!"

"Mate, how the fuck would I know?! It's your tie not mine!"

"Never mind! I'll find it myself!"

Where the hell is that tie? I remember putting it on the bed but it doesn't seem to be there anymore. I decided to wear a navy blue tie instead of my usual one because Pierre told me that the girl he arranged to be my date was planning on wearing a navy blue dress. I thought that my tie matching her dress would be a cool touch which is why I have to find the damn tie. Also because I don't have a spare.

"Charles! We're going to be late! How the hell are you still not dressed?!" Pierre's voice echoed the hotel suite that they were staying in. The room they were in was Charles' but considering that he booked a suite big enough for two people Pierre invited himself to stay with him so the two were stuck sharing a room.

"Charles?!" Pierre didn't get a response so he went to his best friend's bedroom and, of course, entered without knocking.

"Mate, I can't find my God damn tie. I've looked everywhere and I simply can't find it. Fuck."

"I have a spare one."

"Why didn't you say that before?!"

"I didn't know that you were still looking for it."

"Never mind. Just give me the fucking spare."

Pierre went to get the tie he brought just in case he forgets or stains the first one. Upon his return, he spoke to his friend.

"One problem. It's a red tie."

"Shit. I wanted to match my tie with, what did you say her name was, Clara? "

"Her name is Carla but okay."

"Yeah. I wanted my tie to match the color of Carla's dress."

"Well mate, considering that you can't find your navy blue tie, this will have to do."

"I guess so." the Monegasque said taking the Ferrari red tie from his best friend.

We've just arrived to the event and we're about ten minutes late. Great! Fucking great!

As soon as we entered I saw Fred looking a bit pissed so I just smiled and waved awkwardly to the boss. To avoid any further embarrassment I pushed Pierre towards the bar.

"Drinks!" Pierre yelled.

"Just don't overdo it." I warned my friend. I love him to bits but when he gets drunk, well, he becomes unbearable.

"You're no fun." Pierre said as he ordered a drink - or two.

"Yeah, well I have to be the responsible and sober one considering that you are the "fun" one."

"Mhm. Boring! Let the fun begin!"

With that Pierre started drinking and I just stood near him acting as if I am his babysitter. My job is to make sure that he doesn't do anything stupid that he'd regret the morning after. The only reason I am doing it is because I've noticed the effect that Kika has on him. I am glad to say that he has never been happier so I'd hate to see them break up.

They kinda remind me of Y/n and me when we first started dating. The things we did created some of the best memories that still put a smile on my face when I think about them. Our karting dates were the funniest but I also loved when she came to watch me race in F1 no matter how tired she was. She'd always be there and I loved her so much more for that. Uhm, I should get back to babysitting Pierre and hoping that I don't run into Y/n or Max.

Y/n's POV:

"Y/n, you drove amazing in Bahrain. Good job on the win." one of the sponsors said.

"Thank you but my win wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for the team. This weekend truly felt like something else. Every step we took was calculated and in the end it paid off."

The sponsor just nodded and continued asking questions. Talking to sponsors is so boring because every talk ends the same - with the talk about money - and I hate it. Racing shouldn't be about the money. It should be about the passion that every driver has for the sport. I love this sport and everything that comes with it apart from the media and the ass-kissing.

The sponsor has started asking Max questions meaning that I am no longer interesting to them.

"If you'll excuse me, I have to go to the ladies room." I said to the sponsor and walked away.

Thank God I got away from him. That guy was creepy and being near him just made me uneasy. I don't really have to go to the bathroom. I only said that so I could get out of the conversation and go to the bar to get a drink.

Charles' POV:

I am still standing at the bar watching Pierre. For whatever reason, I looked over to the big staircase that was right in front of me. At that moment I saw a beautiful woman start walking down them. Holy fuck! She looks amazing!

I couldn't see her face because it was a bit dark and she was also looking at where she was stepping because she had heels. She was wearing a red dress that hugged her body in all the right ways paired with matching red heels. She looked absolutely stunning and I wanted to find out who she was so I could get to know her better, if you know what I mean. After all, I am a single man.

Pierre should be able to handle himself for a few minutes so I can go over there and "accidentaly" bump into her at the bottom of the stairs. I got to the side of the staircase and she still had a few steps to go so I decided to wait a bit.

I decided that I should start walking towards her so that I can start my plan. Just as I started walking towards her she tripped and I caught her. She was a meter from the ground when I caught her in some sort of a dip pose. I got a better look at her dress and I noticed that the shade of it matched my tie, the Ferrari red shade.

"Are you okay?" I asked her while I was still holding her.

"I think I am. Thanks." she replied and then looked up at me.

"Charles?!" she practically yelled.

"Y/n?!" I yelled in response.

What the ac-

Y/n's POV:

-tual fuck?!