The bet | Charles Leclerc

• Twenty-Two •

Saturday
Leclerc's POV

Thanking the chauffeur, I step out of my taxi in a white t-shirt, the night breeze hitting my bare arms. Do I have the energy to party? No.

Am I doing it anyway? Yes.

The entrance to the club Carlos texted me about appears in front of me, the blaring music inside coming all the way out on the street.

I suddenly come to a halt.

In the door to the club, Max Verstappen stands.

His eyes lock with mine immediately. His jaw clenches. My muscles stiffen. This fucking guy.

"I knew you'd be here" Max says with a scoff, looking at me with a look of disgust, as he approaches me on the, thankfully, empty street.

"What do you mean?" I ask him, furrowing my brows, as I try to ignore his dirty glances. I seriously cannot be bothered with his shit tonight.

I have a race to win tomorrow.

"Don't act stupid, you know Isa is here." He responds, spitting the words out of his mouth like it disgusts him to even pronounce them.

I freeze.

Isa is here?

"Your sister is in there?" I ask him, eyes wide.

"Yes idiot! And you're the one who fucking invited her." Max shouts, pulling a hair through his short, ruffled hair.

I didn't.

I haven't spoken to her since Friday.

Wait.

Who the fuck did invite her then?

"I didn't fucking invite her here, what is she even doing here?!" I exclaim, weirdly feeling anger rise inside me.

Who the fuck is taking her clubbing?

Is it Carlos?
God, if it's Carlos, he's a dead man walking.

"Mate stop playing stupid, I've fucking seen you make out with her in the paddock!" Max shouts, irritated and clearly stressed.

"I'll admit it, I've kissed her, but I swear to god,
I did not invite her here!" I argue back, my voice rising unwillingly.

Fury shines in Max's eyes. "How many times?" He spits out aggressively.

"How many what?" I ask, brows furrowed, his anger reflecting onto me.

"How many times have you put your hands on my sister?!" Max yells, his harsh voice biting through the cool air.

I roll my eyes, unable to stop the smile curving up my lip. "Zero" I tell him, unbothered. It's true. Unbelievably, I've never touched Isa's fucking gorgeous body.

That doesn't mean I've never thought about it. Not to mention the countless of times I've wanted to so badly..

Max pulls his phone out from his jean pocket, eyes wild, and breath ragged. This guy is seriously freaking out.