"i'm not attracted to you anymore charles"
a badly ended one night stand turns into a forced pr relationship. there's a thin line between love and hate. can they overcome their past traumas and realize what's in front of them?
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
liked by rialessi and 428,985 others
camiacosta time to head out to the loud streets of miami
tagged: @rialessi @sofigoya
view 105 comments
rialessi we are backk
sofigoya hot asf
user12 so cute!!
lovely1 love the fit
------------------------------------------
We left the taxi and started walking towards the club. Riya squealed "I'm so happy we were able to do the girls trip".
I felt the same way. The truth is we didn't get to do this type of stuff very often. We all have busy schedules and never have time for anything. When Sofia asked if we wanted to go the Miami Grand Prix 2023 and the three of us were available we rushed and bought tickets for the tour around the place and the paddock acess, not the luxurious one though. Sofia is a big f1 fan and every once in a while she makes me and Riya watch the races with her. We don't pay a lot of attention, heck I don't even know who's racing. But this trip was about us. Luckily we were all having successful careers to be able to have this moment with eachother.
"Okay according to google maps we are here" Sofia turned around to us, "this is it."
"I missed you bossing us around" I said with a grin on my face.
"Shut up"
After going through the line we finally entered. The music echoed through the packed room, pulsating at every beat. Colorful lights flickered, painting chaotic dances of shadows across the animated faces on the dance floor. This looked like if it was a Friday instead of a Wednesday. From what I understood the media pen for drivers was on Thursday, their practices on Friday, qualifications on Saturday, and the big race where we could party a lot more was on Sunday. I was way more exited for Sunday than any day on the weekend.
Riya grabbed our arms and guided us around the place. We were bumping into other people, Sofia muttering sorry's as we went. Riya finally got us around the place and in front of the bar. Next to it was the entrance to a square surrounded by some velvet ropes and some steps to get there. I assumed it was the VIP for the big guys surrounding the entrance. Although the security looked over the top for some people who payed extra money.
