𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐝 & 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 (M.V.)

24

Dylan's POV:

We were in the press conference in Netherlands. Max, Lewis and I in the same room, being the title contenders.

I always hated press conferences. All the questions were about my looks, my nails, my hair, my weight. It was frustrating.

"Max, how does it feel to be a title contender against a 7 times world champion?" An interviewer asked.

"I think you forgot Dylan." He pointed at me and I raised my hand smiling. Everyone chuckled. "Uh, Lewis and I have been racing against each other for a few years, he's an amazing driver and yeah, it's great to have a shot at the championship."

"Dylan." An interviewer called my name and I looked at him waiting for my question. "How do you manage to stay in such a feminine shape?" He asked and I raised my eyebrows.

"Do you want the diet or the workout routine?" I asked sarcastic and everyone chuckled. "I mean, you look great you don't need it." I pointed at him and Lewis and Max chuckled.

"Lewis, do you think you can get your 8th world title? How would it feel to break Schumacher's record?" An interviewer asked.

"Well, we have the car and I think I'm totally capable of winning it. How would I feel? I'd feel really really accomplished and grateful with my wonderful team." He replied smiling.

"Dylan. Everyone's been wondering how do you manage to keep your hair so healthy after the races, do you use any products?"

I sighed and threw my head back.

"How come only Lewis and Max get the interesting questions?" I spoke and everyone in the room chuckled. "I think Max uses way more hair products than me, you should ask him." I pointed at him and he nodded.

Everyone chuckled again.

"Dylan, how did you really got into F1?" An interviewer asked and I tilted my head frowning.

"What'd you mean? I won the F2 championship and got a call from Christian, that's how it usually works." I replied shrugging.

"Did you really? Or did you do some favor?" He asked and I furrowed my brows.

"What are you supposing?" I asked letting out an uncomfortable chuckle.

"Did you sleep with someone to get into F1?" He asked and I raised my eyebrows absolutely stunned by the question.

Everyone in the room started whispering and I looked at Max and Lewis. They looked absolutely thrown off by the question.

"You don't have to answer Dyl." Max whispered and I shook my head. I didn't wanna stay silent.

"Answering your question no, I didn't sleep with anyone. I worked just as hard as everyone in the sport to get here. I usually reply to this type of questions with humor but yours was way too inappropriate, you should be ashamed of yourself." I spoke with a firm tone and everyone in the room exchanged looks.

"I'm sorry Ms. González, it was just a question." The interviewer smiled ashamed.

"Was it? Would you ask that question to Lewis or Max?" I pointed at them. "Would you ask that question to any man?" I asked and he went silent. "That answers my question, thank you." I swallowed hard.

"Yeah, I think we're done with the questions for today." Lewis spoke looking at me. "Next time bring better questions." He added and stood up from his chair.

[...]

"Dyl." Lewis called me and I turned around.ax and him looked at me worried. "Are you okay?"