Formula 1 | One Shots (1)

As It Was 🔥 | Toto Wolff

Author's note: this story was requested by reader: totocedes 

⚠️ 18+ spicy scene, warning will be given where it starts/ends

This is a longer one shot, over 6k words! 
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Eliana's heels clicked against the marble floor as she walked into her father's study, the smell of her expensive cigars lingering in the air. She'd been summoned, no explanation given and her stomach twisted with unease.

Her father, Richard, stood by the floor to ceiling windows, overlooking the entire city of London. Across from him, seated casually on the armchair, was Toto Wolff. The Mercedes team principal's presence was unmistakable...his tight suit, sharp gaze and his aura. On the desk between them lay a stack of papers.

Ellie stopped in the doorway, her heart racing. She looked between the two men, confused as to why she had been summoned. "What's this about?" she asked.

Richard turned, his expression hard. "Elliana, sit down."

"I'm fine standing," she said, crossing her arms.

"Elliana," her father repeated, his tone sharper this time.

With a sigh, she sat on the chair opposite Toto. He watched her with an unreadable expression, his hands clasped casually in front of him.

"Ellie," Richard began, "you're aware of the...optics surrounding your position at Ferrari, correct?"

Her brows furrowed. "What about them?"

Richard exchanged a look with Toto, then continued. "There's been talk...whispers of favoritism, conflicts of interest. You've become a liability, professionally speaking."

Ellie's jaw dropped. "A liability? Because I'm doing my job? I've worked my ass off for Ferrari's social media presence!"

"It's not about your work," Richard snapped. "It's about appearances. And I've come up with a way to fix it."

Her stomach churned. "Fix it? What do you mean?"

Toto leaned forward slightly. "Your father and I have agreed on a...solution," he said.

"A solution?" Ellie repeated.

Richard cut in. "You're going to spend time with Toto, publicly. Social events, paddock appearances. A relationship, or at least the appearance of one. It'll align you with Mercedes and put the rumors to bed."

Ellie stared at him, her heart racing. "You want me to date him? He's so much older than me!"

Toto's expression remained neutral. "It's not as dramatic as you're making it sound. We'd both benefit. I've dealt with my share of drama as well."

Ellie shot out of her seat, her voice rising. "Benefit? You're talking about using me to clean up a mess I didn't make! Do I even get a say in this?"

Her father's gaze hardened. "You work in motorsport, Elliana. Optics are everything. This isn't a request, it's an order. You'll start this arrangement immediately."

She turned to Toto, her anger flaring up. "And you're just fine with this? Dragging me into whatever power play you and my father cooked up?"

"I'm not dragging anyone. This is your decision. But sometimes, sacrifices are necessary in this sport. You know that."

Her fists clenched. "This is insane. I'm not some pretty pawn for you two to manipulate."

Richard's voice cut through the tension. "You'll do as you're told, Elliana. Remember who pays your bills, young lady."