Three Dumb Ideas | Formula 1 fanfiction

32: Wrong girl

Charles' point of view

'Please princess, it will only be a couple of hours', I ask her.

'No Charles no! I am your boss! I will not go to the wedding with you!', she yells.

'Calm down okay! I can't show up there without a date! I'll get laughed at'.

'Charles you're... how old are you?! Jeez, act your age'.

'If I bring you to the wedding, I'll give you 50k. Please just do it', I ask her.

'So now I'm a fucking escort?! I don't need your filthy F1 money'.

'You earn F1 money!', I laugh.

'Not the same!!!'.

'Please, Luciana, just please', I ask her.

'Two hours, tops', she says.

'Two? She won't even be married within that time. Four', I love negotiating with her.

'Three', she says.

'Just work with me, amour', I say.

I can see that my nicknames do stuff to her.

'Princess...', her knees weaken and I walk towards her.

'Dearest?', I lay my hands on her hips.

'Mon Cheri?', I say but suddenly she regains her balance.

'My dad calls me that, huge turn-off', she smiles.

'Four hours and I'll bring you McDonald's every day for a week', I say.

'Final offer?', she asks.

'Final offer'

She shakes my hand.

'Pleasure doing business with you', she laughs.

The next day, aka Wednesday.

Luciana's point of view

Charles is picking me up with his car, I expected like a... BMW or something but he turns up with a fucking Ferrari.

I'm wearing an emerald dress with a low-cut back and lace front.

'Mamma mia, Princess', Charles steps out of the car and walks over to me.

'Merci', I smile at him.

He opens the car door and then closes it when I get in.

Such a gentleman.

'Okay there is something you need to know', Charles turns the radio down.

'Tell me', I sigh.

'Charlotte is amazing, really, but she is really jealous. Don't let her hurt you, okay?', he says.

It's cute that he doesn't want me to get hurt.

'I'll be fine really, but I won't be telling we're together. I'm not lying'.

He nods. 'I understand, and I won't ask you to lie'.

'May I ask how you two...', I hesitate.

'Broke up?', he looks at me.

'Yes, that', I smile.

His eyes turn back to the road.

'I fell in love with someone else, I didn't want to cheat on her, but I could no longer hide my feelings for the other woman', he says.

He's honest, I like that.

'What happened between you and the other woman?', I ask.

'She uhm...' he laughs. 'We never got together'.