Betting On Love ✯ George Russell

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♪ So I'm walking out, saying, "I'm so done"
And you're looking like a fool in the restaurant ♪

George Russell POV

I thought we were a done deal, but the Italian Grand Prix was a shock to everyone once Alex's condition got worse. A simple appendicitis turned into a induced coma. I expected everything to go to hell, I expected to be given the cold shoulder, and we would be back at square one, but I heard a knock on my door Sunday night.

"Hey–" I start but quickly stop as she hugs me, her whole body trembling. Did his condition worsen?

"He is okay George, he woke up," she lets out between sobs and I feel the relief, my body relaxes as I hug her back, pulling her inside the room and closing the door.

"Are you okay?" I asked worriedly. She was shaking so much that I feared the worst.

"I am. I haven't slept since he was operated on and then the induced coma; it was so hard seeing him like that. They said he might be released tomorrow, and we can go back to Monaco," she says as we sit in bed, and I can understand where she comes from.

"You can stay here. I will warn Lily to call me if anything happens, and you can rest without being afraid of missing any updates from him," I suggest as I point to my very comfortable hotel bed, the one she is sitting at.

"I could go to mine; I guess I just needed someone, and I wouldn't allow anyone else to see me in this state," she confesses as she stands up, and I smile cockily.

"I mean, why me? Are you finally admitting I'm your boyfriend, Millie?" I asked as my confidence rose, and she chuckled.

"Is that what you want, Georgie? You've been mentioning it a lot," she asks as she walks closer. Her sassiness is still there even in moments like these.

"I kind of do, I think this deserves some title. Enemies with benefits doesn't do it justice anymore. What do you think?" I ask as I maintain eye contact. I'm not budging, and she can't catch me in a lie because I technically am not lying.

"I accept it then, but you know better than anyone that if I catch you slacking I will cut your dick off. I'm not into being cheated on; the warning is given. Wanna be flirty? Then come to your girlfriend," she says as she takes a step back, and I watch as she goes to the bathroom, stopping by my suitcase, taking one of my shirts, and disappearing.

The shower turns on, and she appears a few minutes later with only the shirt she stole. Yes, she stole it. I won't ever get that back.

"If something happens, wake me up, please," the worry is clear in her eyes, and I nod, sitting by her side and kissing her forehead.

"I will, don't worry about it. He will be just fine, it was just a big scare," I try to reassure her and she nodded as she prepared to sleep.

She fell asleep rather quickly. I texted Lily and she let me know everything was alright, but she would call if it weren't. No call arrived and I drove her to the hospital the next morning.

"Look who it is! Looking good!" I tell him as we enter the room.

"I do, don't I?" He jokingly says as his sister hugs him carefully, and Lily laughs at her boyfriend's sudden high confidence.

"I didn't expect you to be here. Mel is usually the type to isolate from everyone when she is stressed," Lily comments, obviously preying for information. I shrug. Melanie can tell them when she wants.

"This whole Alex thing scared me enough to make me officially date George; how crazy is that?" She laughs as she says it, and the couple seems shocked.

"Wait. You are George's girlfriend?" Lily asks surprisedly.

"No! Never. George is my boyfriend, there's a big difference," she looked so serious as she said it, she came to my side and intertwined our hands, making me look down at them. This is new.

We stayed for a while but soon Alex was allowed to be released and I drove them to get their stuff at the hotel and do their check out so we could drive to the airport and get back to Monaco.

I stayed in Monaco since Singapore was three weeks away. We only traveled to Singapore on the week of it, enjoying walking around and trying new places. But while in Monaco, there were a lot of double dates, even one with Toto and Susie, and if it wasn't for Melanie's cocky attitude, I think I could get used to this.

Sometimes, I even forgot about the bet. I normally remembered it when she fell asleep on my chest, which happened every night for two weeks. Is this going too far? It's just a joke, right? I kept thinking about the bet that had been made, and I wondered if I hadn't lost yet.

'Could you make her fall in love with you? Without falling for her.'

But I think I fell for her. If we are being honest here, I think I lost already. But maybe it's just guilt, maybe it's just me overthinking more than necessary. I don't love her. That would be way too quick to know.

But the moment I exit the car, and I see her there taking pictures and giving me a smile, whether it went well or not, it makes me forget all the negative thoughts. And that is scary as fuck to me.

"I wish I had seen your podium in Italy, I didn't even congratulate you," she mentions as we were waiting for Alex to end a meeting with Williams.

"You had your brother in an induced coma; that is a pretty good excuse for not congratulating me. I wouldn't worry about it. My time will come," I say and she nods, walking dangerously close to me in a place where we could easily be seen and photographed. We are out of public sight but anyone could appear.

"A win is the next step, right?" She asks as her arms revolve around my neck and I smile.

"Are you that confident in me, or are we predicting it for next year?" I am surprised by her question because I am not predicting a win this year.

"I am confident, you can do it. Just remember me when you do," she jokes and I see Alex appearing, kissing her forehead before she took a step back and held my hand.

This is getting dangerous.