Under the helmet | Charles Leclerc

~Chapter 13~

The bottle lands on George. Charles shoots George a death glare as he squeezes my hip and looks down at me. George and I stand up and he throws me over his shoulder, not allowing me to say goodbye and he walks out of Lando's apartment, while the others laugh and Rosa wolf whistles.

"George William Russell!!!" I shout at him, he just laughs at me, while I completely slander his name. He takes me into the elevator and we go down a level and he bursts through the door and shuts it.

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He places me in the bathroom and turns on the shower and the glass starts steaming up, he takes his clothes off as I kick my heels off and slip out my dress, taking off my underwear too. He takes my hand and steps into the shower and I step in with him. The warm water trickles down my body and George's bare abs and shoulders. He cups my face with his hands and kisses me deeply and passionately, claiming my lips back off of Max, he was obviously jealous. I pull away and have one hand on his chiseled jawline and kissing his neck as his head rests on my shoulder kissing my collarbone, his hands resting on my hips.

His hands slide further down and squeeze my ass, and he spins my around against the shower wall, one of his hands, pulls my neck up closer to his face, making my back arch. His body grinds against mine, inside and back out. I moan, as he breathes heavily onto my shoulder, his breath fanning my shoulder. He starts to speed up, which makes my breath quicken, and I put my hand more firmly against the wall of the shower.

"Fuck, Mae, your stunning." He moans, breathlessly moving his hands onto my waist.

He then pushes me against the shower wall, and kisses me slowly, his chest rising up and down touching mine, and his breath fanning my face, as the turns the shower off.

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"What the actual fuck?" I ask myself, as I open my eyes to see George next to me, asleep.

"Good morning, Maeve?" It was obvious he didn't remember anything.

"What happened last night?" I ask, seeing if he remembers, as a few memories come back and flood my mind.

"I have no clue..." He says getting up and heading out the room.

"Could I borrow a hoodie before you go?" I ask just before he leaves the room.

"Yeah sure? Why?" He asks, completely clueless.

"George, I'm fucking naked." I point out the obvious, still laying in bed.

"Wait- does that mean?-" He starts, and then throws me a hoodie.

"Probably." I say, trying to stay relaxed.

"Do you need any water or anything?" He asks, standing in the doorframe trying to change the subject.

"Yeah that would be great, I'll be up in a minute." I say putting the hoodie on, which is a bit big.

"Uhh, Maeve, I think you were right..." George says from outside the room.

"Well, I'm always right so that wouldn't surprise me." I get out of bed and walk to where I heard George's voice.

"At least I found my dress, and my fancy high heels." I say looking in the bathroom behind George.

"I'll get you that water, do you need a ride back home or?" He starts.

"No, I'll get a cab but thank you anyway George." I say picking up my things.

I walk over into the kitchen and I sit down on one of the stools in his kitchen and he gives me a glass of water and some tablets, assuming its paracetamol.

"Thanks George." I say as he nods his head.

"Listen Maeve, I'm so sorry about last night, I don't think of you that way and I would love to just stay as friends with you and hope that this doesn't make anything awkward between you and Charles and-" George starts to ramble a bit.

"George, it's ok, and why would you think it's something between me and Charles?" I say, knowing I mentioned what happened to him.

"Well, he kind of broke up with his girlfriend right before seeing you, I don't know if he told you that but, that's what he told me." He informs me, and then everything comes to realisation, he didn't cheat on her, he used me as a rebound after he broke up with her, at this point I want to be at home, on my own, in my apartment to just figure stuff out.

"Hey uh, I've got to head off, I have a meeting in a bit, so I'll see you later?" I say immediately getting up, heading to the bathroom and putting my dress back on so that I don't steal his hoodie.

"Alright, I'll see you on track." He replies from the kitchen, hopefully not thinking my timing was coincidental.

I leave and I go down to the lobby trying not to burst into tears from what George told me, and I call a cab, to go back and get ready for the meeting, realising I am definitely going to be late. Once I arrive I get ready and I notice Viola has already gone without me so I get in my car and leave to the meeting.

"Ah, speak of the amazing driver herself, good to see you Maeve." Fred says, pulling me into a hug after last race.

"Hello Fred, it's good to see you too, sorry I'm a bit late." I respond back and Fred shakes his head dismissing my apology and we all go into the meeting room.

Everyone is there, unlike last time there were only 5 of us, this time there were a few mechanics I didn't know, along with Fred, Viola, Albert and Charles who sits across the table from me, whilst I sit next to Viola and Fred was stood with the laptop.

"Right as you all know, Maeve here has been driving exceptionally well during Carlos' recovery and we are thinking what to do for next season." Fred starts looking at the statistics, while he rambles I begin to zone out.

"Additionally, once we arrive in Saudi Arabia, you two will be in the same hotel this time, and we are sharing hotels with Red bull and Mercedes." Fred points out, implying me and Charles will be in the same building most of the time. Great.

Now I quickly realise I'm going to be in the same hotel as George, which is an awkward friendship, Charles who I don't want to speak to ever again in my whole entire life, and Max who I randomly kissed one night in a weird messed up version of spin the bottle which I'm pretty sure Rosa made up on the spot as she was very drunk that night.

"Right, that's the first part out of the way, now, I am going to visit Carlos once we settle in Saudi Arabia, just to get his opinions and thoughts and see how well he's doing." Fred starts, and I get the idea to ask if I can go along too.

"Could I visit Carlos too? I would like to meet him." I only tell half the truth, I would like to meet him, but getting away from being in a hotel of awkward friendships would be great too.

"I could book you a last minute ticket, and I think meeting him would be a great idea, however, we would be doing three flights in one day, so you will be exhausted." Fred points out while I nod my head, implying its ok, anything to get out of that hotel. Suddenly a voice arises from the silence.

"Could you make that two last minute tickets?" Charles asks.