Away we go

11-England

Being exclusive with someone is so fun. Its like butterflies, la la land and delusions combined together.

But reality is a bitch. And it slaps hard.

I am back in London. That means I am back to work. I didn't stay for the race so now I'm just watching the post race activities of reaction time practice with balls and punching lights and pouting.

"You should just ask him," Stephen says for the hundredth time.

"She should but she is a coward." Hope's voice comes from the video call that we are having.

Actually its not just a video call we are watching the live stream of race together.

"Maybe I am-"

"Stop talking, they are about to start something!" Stephen shouts at us and physically turns my head towards the track.

They are not. They are having a post race talks with the reporters where Carlos calls Niall, 'poor kid' when the later ask him not to slide him off the track.

Carlos performed well in yesterday's qualifier and was likely to get a pole position today. I was happy for me but a part of me was dying to hear him talk about Annalisa; even if its just to acknowledge the topic.

ITS another week and I am flying to another country.

Australia. For the Melbourne grand prix.

I haven't informed Carlos so its supposed to be a surprise. But I don't know how he will react to that.

I send a rather sexy image of myself to him to check what mood he is in.

Immediately my phone buzzes with an answering text-

Carlos: Fuck baby! You can't send stuff like that.

Carlos: I'm not alone.

Carlos: Be naked when I meet you.

Just when I start to blush, I run into someone who came out of the team motor home, where Carlos and Mason were shooting another promotional video.

The man steadies me by holding both my arms and look up to him. Chaco.

"Nina, you okay?" He looks back at the now closed door. "Does he know?" He waggles his eyebrows suggestively.

"No, Is it okay?" I ask him with my hand on the door.

"Don't be silly, ofcourse." He turns back to go wherever he was heading at but instead turns back to me again. "See the bitchfit Niall threw in the last race."

I laugh and nod at him.

"Good."

With that he left me to deal with the person who pissed Niall in the last race.

"Its helicoptero, no,no oh my God." Carlos' very serious voice echos in the big room, his accent slipping up.

Not one to take these events seriously, Mason continues to pronounce the spanish word wrong and confuses the team principal further. Given the reaction, he knows no spanish and Mason is enjoying messing with him.

"You son of ....Your beautiful mother!" Carlos tries to curse but gets the point across.

Mason sniggers.

And so do I.

Which draws all of the attention on me.

Carlos eyes widen in shock. "Nina!"

"Hey, How are-"

Any of my concerns and questions gets cut as he crashes his mouth on mine. The kiss is so urgent and sudden that I didn't even have a time to gasp for breath. His hands skim down from my hair to my neck and then to my back, hoisting me on his waist. Its been minutes or lifetime I cannot tell.