Formula 1 | One Shots (1)

Enemy Territory🔥 | Charles Leclerc

Authors Note: This story was requested by reader: aari29 

⚠️ 18+ spicy story! Warning where it starts/ends.

Writing angst means 5,000 words 😛 
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The first time Charles Leclerc heard about Aari Ferrari joining the team on the road for the new season, his first thought was, 'this has to be a joke'. 

Sitting in the team briefing room at Maranello, Fred delivered the news with the excitement of someone who knew the chaos he was about to unleash. Fred was halfway through explaining her new role when Charles leaned back in his chair, arms crossed and muttered under his breath, "Of course she is."

Carlos, sitting next to him, turned with a curious look. "What's your problem?"

Charles tilted his head toward Fred, who was now detailing Aari's credentials. "What's my problem? The owner's daughter suddenly wants to 'contribute' to the team? I can smell the entitlement from here."

Carlos smirked but said nothing, clearly amused.

Fred's eyes darted to Charles. "Do you have something to add, Charles?"

"Not at all," Charles replied innocently. "I'm sure she has earned every bit of this opportunity through her hard work and not her name."

"I expect professionalism, Charles. The same goes for you, Carlos." 

"Anyways...Aari will be joining the team as part of the executive development program. She'll be working closely with you both. Play nice."

Fred's eyes locked with Charles, who was already halfway through rolling his eyes.

"Why me?" Charles groaned, sliding further into his chair.

"Because," Fred said with a smile, "you're the face of the team and I trust you to be professional."

Carlos leaned closer to Charles, his tone barely above a whisper. "What did you do to deserve this? Steal his coffee this morning?"

Charles shot Carlos a dirty look but didn't reply.

A few weeks later during Bahrain testing, Charles grew even more agitate at seeing Aari in person for the first time. The moment she stepped into the Ferrari garage, she owned the space like it was hers. Dressed in a sleek black blazer, a Ferrari red top and jeans, her presence was noticed. Her heels clicked against the floor with an authority that made even the engineers look up from their laptops.

"Charles," Fred called. "Come meet Aari."

Charles stood reluctantly, forcing a polite smile as he approached her.

Aari extended her hand. "Charles Leclerc, the golden boy of Ferrari," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "I've heard so much about you. All good things, of course..."

Charles raised an eyebrow, shaking her hand firmly. "Aari Ferrari, the boss's daughter. Must be nice skipping the interview process."

Her smile didn't fall. "Oh, I'm sorry, were you hoping for a pretty assistant to grab you a coffee? I'm sure they'll hired someone else to stroke your ego...and from what I can tell...little ego."

Carlos choked on his water nearby, clearly enjoying the show. Charles shot him an annoyed glance before turning back to Aari, with a smirk.

"Well," Charles said, "it's comforting to know the team's success is in such...experienced hands." He gestured vaguely toward her. "I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to practice holding a clipboard while the rest of us are, you know, working. And for the record, nothing about me is...little."