Angst, fluff, smut & tears for my fave drivers 🏎
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Done in reader's POV -----------------------------------------
The bar was loud and the music was good, following today's race. We were in a different bar than usual when we were in Canada, but it was much larger and more exclusive. Lance went all out, inviting all the drivers to attend. My arms were looped with Rebecca and Kika's as we entered.
I wasn't exactly in the mood to celebrate considering a double DNF for Ferrari, my favorite team, but the girls convinced me to party my depression away. I spent time in the hotel procrastinating around until Kika forced herself into my room to help me get ready. I figured I'd make the most of tonight since I would be unable to travel for the next two races.
Now that I was here, I felt much better, especially feeling confident in the red dress Kika picked for me. It was different than my usual outfits, definitely on the shorter and sultry side. Paired with a red bag and black Louboutins, I felt good. I left my brown hair down and slightly curled.
We walked through the VIP area, where we ran into their boyfriends. Pierre's mood was buzzing as he scored points today, which was super exciting for Alpine. Carlos was also in good spirits, despite his DNF. As we all greeted each other, I started to feel like the third wheel and excused myself to the VIP bar. I scanned the room hoping to see a set of green eyes, but I guessed he wasn't here yet.
I walked up to the VIP bar and ordered a mojito, something refreshing to start with before the night continued. Once Danny and Max would arrive, I knew they would force us to take shots all night with them. They were the dynamic drinking duo. I took a sip of my drink, relishing in the delicious taste on my lips.
"Hey you're Kate right? Can I buy you a drink?" I turned to see a tall blonde standing in front of me, extending his hand.
"Yeah, Kate. And that's nice of you but I'm okay" I respond while shaking his hand. He tightly gripped my hand, making me slightly uncomfortable.
"I'm Mike, I work for Mercedes and I saw you in the paddock today. What's a pretty lady like you doing at the bar all alone?"
I wasn't really sure how to respond to his comment. He didn't leave or seem to get the hint, so he continued to ask me my thoughts on the race, but not without making some snarky comments about Ferrari, which irritated me. I was hardly engaged in the conversation.
As I was trying to remain polite during his aggressive attempts to talk to me and get closer, I felt my phone buzz. It was a text from Charles... Charles Leclerc. The bane of my existence and the object of all my desires.
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I looked up and across the room to see Charles gaze piercing into me. He was sitting in one of the booths, his legs spread apart. He sipped his drink, his gaze still focused on me. Although he was far from me, I could see the way his tongue licked his lower lip. My lower stomach had a tingling feeling and I was turned on by his overprotectiveness. I wasn't going to tell him that Mike was being slightly too forward, because I know that would end poorly.
