Jessie was sweet, petite, sexy as hell and everything that Sebastian Vettel had ever wanted, but she was out of bounds, she belonged to another man.
Jessie's husband was Seb's best friend. Seb would never betray him, no matter how much he wanted Je...
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Jessie hugged Britta, and then Martha as fireworks exploded in the sky above Yas Marina.
The 2023 season had finally come to an end. Seb had taken his seventh victory of the year, his third in a row after he'd won at Interlagos and the inaugural Las Vegas Grand Prix. Today's victory, along with Charles' DNF, had seen Seb finish third in the championship.
Jessie felt a hint of regret as she realised he'd have been in the fight for the championship if he hadn't have got injured at Monaco, but she knew that it was what it was. There was always next year. He was still as hungry and as determined as ever to win his fifth title.
The three women made their way down the pitlane, following the sea of red shirted crew members to the gate in the wall that led out to the track. The top three parked up on the grid here rather than in Parc Ferme with the rest of the finishers. Martha and Britta were ushered through the gate as they had their jobs to do, but Jessie was held back along with the other podium finishers families.
A loud roar of engines sounded out and a large cloud of smoke rose in the air from the direction of the grid. Jessie grinned, she just knew that her husband was indulging in a few donuts to sign off the season in style.
She just wanted to see him, to hug him and tell him how much she loved him. They were stronger now than they'd ever been, the previous months apart forgiven, if not forgotten. Jessie was feeling better by the day. There was finally light at the end of the tunnel.
The engines suddenly fell silent and she knew Seb would be climbing out of the car now. The attention wouldn't be on him though. It would be on the new world champion.
Jessie smiled, over the moon that Daniel had finally fulfilled his dream. Of course she felt sorry for Max, who had come to Abu Dhabi as the red hot favourite. A collision with Charles on the first lap had ended his race. Daniel had had to work hard though. He'd started in tenth after an issue in qualifying and had needed to finish on the podium to take the title, and that's what he'd done.
Minutes passed. She knew Seb would be hugging his mechanics and thanking them for all their hard work. He'd hug Britta, and Martha too. She smiled, remembering the days when she'd been waiting for Seb on the grid. Abu Dhabi 2010 had been the best day ever. Seb had won his first world title and he'd scooped her up off of her feet and spun her around so fast she'd felt dizzy when he'd put her back down.
She heard Jenson Button's voice come from the loud speakers as he began his post race interviews, starting with Lewis Hamilton, who had finished in second.
Glancing around, she spotted Lewis' father, Anthony, waiting to go and see his son. She also spotted Joe and Grace Ricciardo. Both of them had tears running down their faces, so proud and emotional over their son's achievement.
Stood next to them was a woman with dark purple hair. Jessie knew it was Daniel's Dutch girlfriend, Lieke, but she hadn't actually met her. Seb had pointed her out across the hotel lobby earlier in the week. She too had tears streaming down her face.
