Part 72

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The next morning I wake up, Charles still sleeping. I look at my phone, 12 pm.
"Wait, doesn't he have to be there now?" I think to myself and look through our chat to figure it out.
After five minutes of research I found out that his race starts at 9pm and he as to be there at 2.

I lay next to him for twenty more minutes and then I decide that he has slept for long enough and I start kissing his whole body.
I work myself from his neck over his chest down to his V-line and just a bit before I can reach it he puts his hand hat my chin and makes me look up at him.
"What do you think you are doing?"
"Waking you up. And you can't lie, it worked. Well, anyway. Are we going to eat something or what?"
"What time is it?" He asks as he reaches for his phone which was charging on the bedside cabinet.

He figured the time out himself and I stood up to get ready. I do the same as always and put on beige linen pants as well as a white top and a black purse in which I put my phone and some money. 
We make our way out of the room and to the garage in which the car was parked. He opens the door for me and bows with it. I thank him for it and he takes my hand to help me in.

We drive to a restaurant to get lunch or breakfast or whatever you'd want to call it at nearly 1pm.
I order a house made juice and a sandwich and Charles orders a salad again and also a house made drink.
The food was amazing and he stay there till ten minutes before 2 and than drive to the track where he was welcomed by his fans.

On the way to the garage Charles signs a lot of fan articles and talks to them and takes photos with them. That ends in him arriving in the garage at 3, while I was already there and talking to Carlos.

As soon as Charles walks in he is given his swimming pants by his personal trainer. He goes to change and walks back out with the pink shorts on and follows him outside to ice bathe.
I watch him for a short time and than say goodbye and walk off to find Hannah.
I walk to the McLaren garage and step in without thinking about if I am even allowed to.
The moment a worker sees me, he wants to send me away but a second later Lando randomly spawns in front of me and tells him that it was ok.
"Soooo what are you doing here?" He asks me, as he places his arm around my shoulder and pulls me towards his car.
"Char is doing lame stuff. I hoped I would find more interest here." I tell him and after that he proceeds to point at his car.
"What?"
He doesn't answer and instead grabs my waist and lifts me up.
"Oh my, what the fuck lando" he lifts me over the car and I slide in. He takes the phone out of my purse and takes a lot of photos and videos of me. After he was done he lifts me out again and shows me the photos.
"Well that was cool and all but not fast. I want to be in a fast car that actually moves."
"Well, let me see what I can do about that."

We walk back into the main room and sit down on a couch while he already calls someone. They talk for five minutes and then Lando tells me to get up.
He grabs my wrist and I follow him to the track.
Just a minute after we arrive a car drives towards us and the driver gets out and shakes hands with lando.

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