Glitter: A Pierre Gasly Story

Chapter 23

PIERRE'S POV

"That's the flag! P2 Pierre!!! That's P2 mate!"

"Yes! Yes!!!! Let's go boys!!"

Hell fucking yes! The first race back from the summer break and I'd come in P2. It wasn't my first podium of the season, but I was still buzzing.

Max had been unstoppable all weekend, and with it being his home race it was almost certain he'd win, but P2 was better than I could have expected.

I pulled into Parc Ferme and got out of the car, quickly taking off my helmet as Max pulled me into a hug.

"Incredible drive, mate! You were on fire!" He congratulated me as he pulled back and allowed me to rush to my team. I couldn't wait to celebrate. Everyone deserved it so much.

My mechanics were cheering loudly as they enveloped me in a hug, slapping me on the back as I made my way through them. Jess was next, looking at me with so much pride in her eyes.

"You did good Pierre! Congratulations," she yelled in my ear as we embraced, and I felt even more euphoric. But as we pulled back, all I could think about was how good those words would sound coming from someone else.

I quickly searched the crowd and my eyes quickly landed on her, Ellie.

She was smiling so brightly at me. Her eyes were shining. Just for me. I felt my chest swell with satisfaction under her praise.

Ever since the talk with my mother Ellie was all I could think about. Our time in Portugal had changed things. Everything I thought I knew about her had been flipped upside down and I'd become addicted to finding the real her.

I wanted to know her favorite color and food. I wanted to know what she did when she was sad, how she celebrated success. I wanted to know what she'd sound like when she came apart below me.

I couldn't believe it when she'd told me that Jackson had never gotten her off, but at the same time, it shouldn't have been a surprise. I had a feeling I had only just scratched the surface of the trauma that fucker had put her though.

But I wanted to know it all. I wanted her.

And now that I was in front of her, about to accept my trophy, I wanted everyone to know it.

Before I could second guess myself, I swooped down and captured her lips in a deep kiss.

I should have been prepared for the lightning that struck me as our lips met. Every time I had touched her, I'd felt the vibrations and tingles, but this was unlike anything I could have imagined. Up close she smelled like fresh flowers and a summer day. Her lips were soft and molded to mine perfectly. 

Remembering where we were, I pulled away, taking in the shock expression on Ellie's face. I smiled at her widely before tossing her a wink, promising more to come.

I may not have won the race, but fuck did I felt like a winner.

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After the podium ceremony and media interviews, Jess and I were on our way back to my driver's room. I knew Ellie was waiting for me and I couldn't wait to see her.

But as we neared the door, Jess stopped me. She looked up and down the hallway before she started. "Promise me you'll be good to her."

I blinked. "What are you talking about? Why wouldn't I be good to her? You starting to believe the bullshit they write about me."

What the fuck? How dare she assume that I was just going to fuck around on her? 

But I knew why. Because for the last year, I'd been incapable of anything else. And I'd made Ellie's life a living hell for the last few months. Jess was right to be skeptical.