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How did I get here?

Warning: Mature content

Finally, everything was out. Carlos had publicly announced, that he had already signed a new contract with Ferrari, and he had also gone puplic with his relationship with Marilla, since pictures of them were leaked all the time and they figured it would make it easier to just tell the whole world already.

I was finally happy that there were no secrets, between my best friend and my brother anymore. Although Carlos and I did fight a little bit over him signing with a new team without even telling me about it. But luckily we settled fast and he started worrying about me and Charles.

I didn't know myself what we were, if we were together, if we were exclusive or not, I wasn't sure and I didn't know how to ask him about it. Would it be too soon to ask? Was he supposed to ask? How long was I supposed to wait? Everything was very confusing.

Right now I was in a private plane with Carlos and Lando, making our way to Canada. The next race was coming up and Charles was very hopeful he would nail this one too. I was thinking a lot about my job though. I didn't feel comfortable at Redbull anymore and even if it was a great opportunity, I think I needed to resign there. It would be best for Max as well if I wasn't hanging around his garage all the time. So I had decided to talk to my boss about it and see how soon I could quit. Maybe I could work with another team. I do remember the lovely lady from Ferrari who wanted to have a coffee with me which I completely had forgotten about and postponed, so maybe there's something there I could do for the rest of the season.

We landed in Canada and made our way to the hotel. Charles was picking me up to go to dinner tonight, before the race weekend was going to get all crazy tomorrow. Guess who invited himself with Mick to join our dinner? Lando. Marilla tried to inform him that this was not a dinner that he could join, though he did not get it and Charles being the nice guy he is, just said yes and accepted his faith. Now Carlos and Mary were going to come as well.

There was a knock on my door. Charles.

I opened it and my breath was instantly gone when I looked at him. He was wearing a black shirt, with a few buttons missing and cream colored pants. He looked absolutely gorgeous. His eyes travelled down my body, scanning every inch of it, making me blush. I was wearing a cream colored top which supported my breasts perfectly, with a black mini skirt, black tights and some black high boots.

"Hi" is all i managed to say.

"You look absolutely beautiful Lucia" he said, closing the hotel door behind him.

His arms pulled me towards him until our bodies were against each other, his emerald green eyes staring down at me. He placed a gentle kiss on my lips and my whole body melted into him. My hands made their way to his hair, squeezing it and pulling him closer to me. Suddenly, I was lifted into the air and pushed against the door, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist. He was kissing my neck and throat, before he set me on the edge of the small table in my room. One hand slit to the back of my head and one under my shirt and suddenly his thigh was between my legs and his hand was slipping behind my knee and up, higher, pulling me closer. My head was a mess and I couldn't think straight anymore. When he broke the kiss, I was breathing so fast I had to hold onto him with my both hands to steady myself. He was driving me crazy.

"Charles we have a dinner" I tried to argue, but his mouth was already back on my neck and I couldn't hold back the noises in the back of my throat anymore.

"I know" he said between kisses.

"Up" he said, and in a matter of seconds, my arms were up and my shirt was gone.

"Lie down for me ma cherie" he said and I just did it.

His hands slit down my spine, under my backside and he pulled down my skirt. He gently took off my boots and looked at me with a grin.