Betting On Love ✯ George Russell

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♫ I couldn't help myself, I'm almost at your house again, again
Uh-oh, I'm one foot in the door, my clothes are on your floor again ♫  

George Russell POV

All that I knew from Melanie was through Alex. The Canadian Grand Prix arrived, and even though she was there taking the pictures, I never managed to talk to her about what had happened. I didn't care about the scratches; she had scratched me before, and I greatly appreciated it.

I just saw her panic and her will to fight that night. It took me two minutes of hugging her to make her stop. I didn't let go of her until her deep state of sleep returned.

I am now at a packed club in the middle of Montreal. Gorgeous girls were looking in our direction, but I could only see the brunette dressed in the silver dress, the one who matched my damn team like a charm and that matched my gray shirt easily. 

"She has been avoiding you like the plague; just accept the loss, and don't waste six months with this bullshit," Lance says as he sits by my side and I shake my head.

"She will come," I say confidently.

"The guy she has been kissing wouldn't agree. She has been all over him all night. The guy is fucking her tonight, not you," Esteban says as we watch her get closer to the guy, who, in response, lets her lean on his body as he touches her ass, not even attempting to be discreet.

"That guy is on the edge," Lance teases my reaction, and I nod.

"He isn't the only one," Esteban says, amused by the situation as I did my best poker face. I keep a smirk on my face as I finish my drink.

"Let him have her then; it's not that big of a deal. I'm going to have my own fun," I stand up and stride to the bar; a beautiful blonde comes to the bar as I wait for my new drink.

"Do you need a place to stay for tonight?" She asks, meticulously leaning in my direction, and I shake my head.

"My hotel room is paid for, but this is an interesting alternative," I say with a pleased smile. Two can play this game.

"Fuck!" I hear the guy's voice, and I look in Melanie's direction, his hand inside her dress and her kissing his neck like they aren't in public. Like her brother isn't a few meters away.

"Your sister?" The blonde asks, and I shake my head.

"More complicated," I say as my drink is finally handed to me, and I take a sip of it as I watch the scene.

"Mel, that's enough. Get a fucking room," Nina says as she tries to pull her away from the guy but Melanie just stops what she is doing to look at her friend, Nina is healed, and looks as good as new.

"Can't you just let me have some fun?" Melanie asks, her voice slurred. It's too slurred for my personal taste.

"Go have fun in a hotel room. Not in the middle of a packed nightclub. Leave that asshole, or I will call Alex," Nina threatens angrily.

"And what is Alex going to do?" Melanie asks with a cocky smile, and Nina finally sees me and the blonde by my side.

"Great!" Nina mutters angrily as she looks for Alex, and I turn away.

"An ex?" The girl asks, and I shrug.

"Can't even call it that."

"I will help you forget her," she says before kissing me, and I know Melanie saw it. If Nina did, then Melanie must've followed her. This was my only trick.

"It might be working," I whisper when the kiss stops. She leans on my body, my hand travels her curves, and she is obviously into it.

"Want to go to my place? It's a 5-minute ride," she suggests, and I nod.

"Fine by me," she finally left my side to find her friends, probably, and I leaned on the bar; I made sure my drink was done when Melanie stood before me—flushed cheeks and a look that could kill.

"Who's that?" She asks as she tries going for the indifferent route, and I shrug, going along with it.

"No idea. A hot woman I am going to bang in approximately 10 minutes," I say casually, and she looks at my empty glass. I didn't count on her taking a stranger's drink and throwing the liquid on my face. I tried to prevent it, though.

"Why is this your thing?" I ask as I clean my eyes before opening them.

"Why is this your thing? Why do you annoy me when I'm drunk?" She asks me in return, and I laugh.

"You were almost getting fucked by a stranger in the middle of a Canadian nightclub with your brother a few meters away. Why am I the one annoying you? Because I kissed someone? Because I will get laid with someone who isn't you?" I pull her into me, our bodies crashing into each other, my hand cups her ass cheek possessively, and I stop a few millimeters from her lips.

"Her or me," she says confidently, and I chuckle.

"Him or me," I say, matching her tone, and she nods.

"Who the fuck is that?" The guy appears and I just ignore his presence.

"Mind your own business," I say as my eyes are still locked to hers.

"She is my business," he tries to take her hand but I pull her away from his closeness.

"She is mine, back off. Stop trying to seduce wasted girls; it's not that cool. Now fuck off," my words must've brought some clarity because he disappeared as quickly as he could.

"I'm not yours," she crossed her arms, and I laughed.

"Say that when you are moaning my name underneath me and see if you believe it, darling. I know my dick doesn't, and neither do I," I say before finally kissing her like I should've been doing since this damn night began. 

Things may happen, but one thing I know. We will always work in sex, and she will always be mine in that sense. And I might be hers too. Who cares? All that I care about is that I will have this woman in my bed tonight, and I will win this bet easily.