𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ★ charles leclerc

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚, maisie

❝ it's kinda funny when it goes from all to nothing. ❞
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"Charles's team is going to set him up with a new girl. We think you should be seen with her at least once as to make it clear of your support." One of the members of my PR team speaks.

I've been at this meeting for barely half an hour and I'm already bored. I've been texting Charles the whole time but as he himself also has a meeting, he's barely acknowledging.

Loving boyfriend my ass.

Kidding. I love him more than anything and I know he does too.

"Wait. What?" I frown, putting my phone down as I just process what she just said, leaning in to hear more clearly.

"The girl is very professional and we tr—"

"No no. I don't care." I tsk, frowning. "What do you mean they're setting him up?" This has got to be some kind of joke.

I can't be dreaming though because not in a thousand years would I dream about having a meeting. I hate those more than the FIA maybe. The useless ones anyway.

"People are getting talking again about you two. It's just a precaution." She says, her voice low as if she knew it was a sensitive topic to me.

The entire team is here, even some that were here eight years ago, when this problem was first raised. The woman speaking to me wasn't though, she's relatively new, a year or two with us.

"And Charles agreed on that?" I frown. He possibly couldn't, he wouldn't do that. Not without telling me at least.

"Yes. We confirmed this morning with their team." She nods, sending a shiver down my spine.

I press my lips together, biting their inside as I try not to make any visible reaction. Everyone is silent.

George, who's the only one aware of the actual situation here, is dead silent. Only Jonathan, my personal officer, knew it was real between me and Charles before, I haven't told him this time, but I don't think he needs actual words to know what is really happening again.

He was aware I was engaged, aware I broke it off a couple days later, now there are pictures and whispers going around? It doesn't take a genius to know what's going on.

"Who's the woman?" George speaks up as he notices I don't and it's getting awfully awkward.

They pull her file on the screen and I stare. Holy shit, pretty is an understatement. The woman is fucking gorgeous.

Blonde. Blue eyes. Tall. Perfect body.

Kill me.

My chest burns. I feel uncomfortable. I might just barf right here.

That stupidly perfect woman will be paraded around my boyfriend as his?

I let my head down. This isn't fair. This shouldn't be happening.

I gulp and face the same woman who's been leading this topic. "What do I have to do with them?"

"We need you to simply walk in this Friday with them. To show your support." She explains. That's just dumb. What are we? Presenting a united front? Such a dumb idea. "And maybe put on your engagement ring again." I flip here. There is no way. "We have yet to make an official statement about your separation. If you just show up this weekend with the ring, we'll make people belie—"

"You put whatever model around Leclerc's finger. But you do not mess with my personal life." I state clearly, my hands down on the table as I present my points with clarity. It's obvious I'm mad. I just can't control it anymore though. "And put out a statement I'm no longer with Blake. I don't want to hear anymore."