The bet | Charles Leclerc

• Twenty-Four •

Sunday

When the night sky has fallen in Australia and the paddock has become an empty ghost town, I find room 160 in the nearby hotel.

The light dress I wore in the paddock, on my body, I knock on the hotel door, nerves streaming through my veins.

Footsteps.

A twist of the lock.

The door opens, revealing Charles Leclerc.

His brunette hair dripping wet, a smell of new cologne roaming him, he stands in the doorway with a soft smile.

"You came" He says softly, smiling down at me, as his lips part ever so slightly. I swallow hardly, biting down on my inner cheek.

He looks unbelievably handsome.

"Please, come inside" He welcomes me, opening the door up to allow me inside the hotel room. I do as he suggests, taking in the relatively large room.

It's definitely bigger than my hotel room, that's for sure.

As I take in the room that's surprisingly clean, the exception of a few towels thrown on the floor. Charles closes the door behind me.

Gently grazing his hand against my lower back, he goes to stand behind me. On the cupboard his winning trophy stands proudly.

"It's my second one" He points out, his breath landing on my neck, as he speaks softly over me. I chuckle.

Imagine having two of those casually sitting around.

"Impressive" I note, taking in the iconic, and extremely beautiful, round trophy that casually stands in the room.

"Not as impressive as that award you'll get tomorrow"

The award ceremony.

I giggle softly, shaking my head as I turn around to face Charles. "Lower your expectations Mr. Leclerc, there's no way in hell I'm winning tomorrow" I tell him. 

"I think you're the one who should higher their expectations" Charles tells me, his fingers stroking softly against my cheek.

"I've watched the interview with Lewis, Isa. It's fucking amazing. There's no way in hell you're not winning tomorrow."

Charles's words immediately sink right into my heart. There's nothing like getting complimented on your work.

There's nothing like getting compliments from a man as beautiful as Charles Leclerc.

"You look handsome tonight" I tell him abruptly, my eyes intensely staring up at his. The words just fly out of my mouth, not even having the time to register in my head.

Charles flashes a smirk, edging closer to me. "Isa Verstappen giving a compliment?" He says, playfully acting shocked. "Never would've thought"

I gently shove him in the chest, unable to move him an inch. The man is unbelievably strong, his hard chest muscles under my touch.