heatwave | Charles Leclerc | re-writing

Chapter 9

Mexico City, October 2022 - Charles Leclerc

I loved the anxiety and the thrill that only f1 is allowed to give us. Growing up in Monaco and having the chance to see a grand prix every year of my life made me the person I am today. Winning a race, being at a podium, raise a trophy near the sky, get a bath of champagne and hear the the fans my name while I'm hounring my flag and my team is what motivates me.

It was time for quali and I was, per pusual, doing a little warm up in the garage eith my physical trainer. Victoria was with Julie and Marina watching the quali from here. They were really nice and funny girls and they absolutly matched Tori's vibe. Their friendship made so much sense because they kind off completed each others. She also seemed so happy with them and I enjoyed that.

When it was time, I hopped in the car and felt my heart starting to beat quicker.

I absolutely lived for this feeling.

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The quali was pretty good for the season itself. Max got p1, p2 for me, p3 for Carlos, p4 for Lando and p5 for Daniel. I entered the garage again and everyone congratulated me, a smile across my face as I felt the taps all over me. But that smile got bigger and shinnier when Victoria came around and I immediatly hugged her. I started to feel like she's indeed my lucky charm.

My hand, that laid on her lower back, pulled her closer to my body, just enough to let me whisper on her ear, so no one would hear it.

"Would the lady want to join me on my driver's room?," I wiggled my brows, which made her laugh.

"The lady would be delighted to," she answered, letting me hold her hand and pulling her with me across the garage into the hospitality.

We got in my drivers room shortly after, locking the door right away - we never know.

She sat on top of my table and ran her ginfers through her hair. "Great quali, uh?"

"Yeah," I wrapped my head around all my weaknessess today, "I mean, some miliseconds less and I could've been on pole, but I'm tomorrow is still game time, and I'm beating Max."

"That's rude," she played, but I sensed truth behind her sweet voice.

"Don't get me wrong, we're friends since we're ten but rivality and competition is always there and he has always been my biggest enemy on track."

She smirked at me. "You look hot while in rivality mode," she teased jokingly, but I get closer to her, setting myself in between her legs.

Her finger tapped the tip of my nose and she grinned to me before opening her arms to wrap me with them.

"Come here, lover boy."

After some seconds of a well-needed hug, she pulled appart and leaned forward, her lips crashing into mine. Instantly, by hands found her face, deepning the kiss as her touch made me complete, her hands laid on my chest like I could save her from anything.

Whenever she was around, the world just seemed to stop and the only thing that mattered was us, no matter the place we were at.

I also absolutely loved the way she tasted and smelled. Her breath was always minty as she carried bubble gum everywhere and her perfume was somewhere in between a sweet attractive scent and a powerful and passionating wonder.

I could die to that smell.

She ended up seperating her lips from mine and I got sent straight back to reality.

"Come on, I think you must have some interviews to do, am I right?," She remembered me, like she was a PR manager or something.

"Fuck my life," I held on tight to her, not daring to let go. "I don't want to go, I want to stay right here with you. Like, forever."