When the first female F1 driver is announced, no one expects her to get on so badly with Ferrari golden boy Charles Leclerc, but do they really hate each other as much as it seems?
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Despite getting podium in a freaking F1 race, I still wasn't verified on instagram, which was annoying as I was constantly getting comments and messages questioning if this was really me. Hopefully it would be soon.
Due to having the main race the next day, we sadly couldn't go out to celebrate, so instead I stayed in my hotel and face timed Rue. She was so supportive and so proud of me and I wished she had been with me in person. She also told me she had finally mustered up the courage to slide into Max Fewtrell's DMs and he had replied! I was honoured to hear they were going out for dinner soon.
At around 7pm, we hung up and I went to bed. I sometimes had difficulty sleeping and I was a very light sleeper, any little noise would keep me awake. And that night, the thing I least expected to keep me up kept me awake...
Charles' room was next door and I guess due to the layout of the hotel our beds were on either side of the same wall. I could hear a girl in there occasionally giggle and it made me feel sick knowing there was some girl in there he was entertaining. I hoped it was his sister if he had one.
Suddenly, my bed started to slightly rock and I could hear the wall banging. At first, I was confused what was going on but then I heard a muffled moan from the girl and I nearly gagged; it definitely wasn't his sister.
This continued for a few minutes, the moans from the girl continuing and I swear they got louder. As I lay there and tried not to vomit, I decided to take action. Maybe Charles didn't need much sleep tonight but I certainly did and I wasn't going to let Charles Leclerc of all people affect my performance tomorrow.
I got up and marched out to the corridor where I sharply knocked on the door. After a minute of waiting I still had no response so I knocked again, this time even harder. The was soon opened to reveal Charles standing in the doorframe in only boxers. The hardness of dick was clear under them, and for some reason the sight of it made me slightly breathless. I was suddenly aware of how I must look, in my pyjamas, my hair messy from lying down and wearing no makeup. For a second I couldn't say anything. Charles smirked at me and I snapped out of my daze.
"We share a wall Leclerc." I stated.
"Okay and?" Charles raised an eyebrow haughtily.
"I guess it's a thin wall" I said, trying to spell it out and I didn't want to directly address this issue.
"Okay, and?" he repeated, his lips curling up even more. He knew what he was doing and I hated him for it.
"For fuck's sake Charles," I sighed, rolling my eyes "You know what I'm on about, keep it down alright. Some of us have a race tomorrow they want to be well-rested for,"
Charles opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by a shout from the bedroom. "What's going on Charles? Come back to bed world champion, I want you to finish conquering me like the championship you're going to conquer."
Charles' smirk suddenly fell and I scoffed.
"Is that what gets ur gears on?!" I chuckled "Being called a world champion"
"No." He responded very quickly. "Of course not, that's her idea I guess."
"Doesn't seem like it" I smirked at the large erection that his boxers held. If he grew more embarrassed, he didn't show it; he just looked at me blankly.
"Had enough of looking at it huh?" He said. "Well, she clearly hasn't, so if you don't mind, I'm going to go back to bed. Put some earplugs in or something if it's such a problem." My smirk suddenly dropped. Charles started shutting the door.
"I can't believe you Leclerc" I said loudly. He ignored my and shut the door and I heard him lock the door. "Please keep it down" I yelled, praying he would listen.
I went back to my room and got in bed. I couldn't hear anything but I found the earplugs the hotel had provided me and put them in. Despite it being quiet now, I still couldn't sleep. My mind was full of the image of Charles in his doorway: wearing nothing but black boxers, his tanned abs on display, slightly glistening from sweat, his hair ruffled. But mainly I thought about what was under the boxers, I couldn't help myself. It was clearly big, that much had been clear. I soon fell asleep and unintentionally dreamt that I was the girl in his room with him, but this time he was making just as much noise as me and wasn't silent like he had been with that girl.
