Casseè girl

Chapter 17 ~ unknown

A few days later it was practice 3.

I woke up earlier than usual, I got out of bed, looking back at the sleeping boy who was curled up in the sheets.

I stepped into our bathroom and got dressed. I put on a white crop top, jeans and a shirt which I used as a jacket, topped with a black cap.

I crept back into our room.

I went down on my knees on the floor next to where Arthur was sleeping. I was about to wake him up when I heard a notification on my phone.

I got up and walked over to it.

It was a text from a unknown number.

Unknown
U: Call me now

I felt uneasy about this, how did they get my number ? Who is it?

I hesitated before calling them.

'Hello ?' I asked when they picked up.

I stepped out to the balcony of mine and Arthur's room, closing the glass door behind me.

'Y/n.' I heard an angry voice say.

'Christian?' I questioned. Why was my dad calling ?

'Can you explain to me why my assistant just came over to me and showed me a video of you talking about me to the media !' He raised his voice at me.

'You deserved it.' I excused.

'And why the hell are you sponsoring Tommy Hilfiger they sponsor my rival team!' I could hear him gritting his teeth through the phone.

'I need a job that I can't get too sucked into, your job made you leave your family, it's not so bad.' I hissed back at him.

'Not to mention that you were spotted with Charles Leclerc and your dating his younger brother ! Do you understand how bad this is for my reputation Y/n!' He screamed at me down the phone.

'You can criticise my job, you can ruin my childhood but don't ever say a thing about the boy I love.' I strictly demanded.

There was a small moment of silence across the phone.

'I will separate you from those brothers. I don't care what it takes to keep red bulls reputation.'

There was a beep where he had hung up.

I leant my head in my hands. My elbows were against the banister of the balcony.

This wasn't good.

Arthur's POV:

I woke up to an empty bed. I looked around the room for Y/n, then I saw her.

On the balcony lent on the fence with her head in her hands. Something was wrong.

I had heard a phone ring earlier but I was to tired to care.

I got up, ignoring the fact that someone near the hotel might see me in just my jogging bottoms. I quietly slid the glass door to one side.

I stepped out and put my hand on her back. She flinched before standing up straight.

When she turned around I could tell that it was serious, tears were being hoarded in her eyes. I hated seeing her like this.

'Come here.' I put my arms out and she fell into place onto my chest.

She squeezed me tight and I stroked her hair as her hands held onto the skin on my back.

'What's wrong?' I finally asked.

'My Dad.' I heard her sniff.

'He called you?!' I asked stressed.