[2] ONE || C. LECLERC

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CAMILLE

[ camillejacobs: stefanvandeberg sent you a message: Hey, pretty princess, are you missing me? Are you missing the way I made you feel? I bet you want to feel it all over again. I'd have you pleading for more, baby, trust me, you'd be begging for me to keep going, to love you harder and deeper. God, I think about you all of the time. My slut. You're such a good girl for me, Cam. I'd kiss every single inch of your beautiful body, leaving marks with my lips every time they touch your skin. You'd love it. You'd love me. I'm in Monza for the weekend, then heading to Maranello after the race. I'm sure we will bump into one another. Maybe you can invite me into the Ferrari garage? A behind the scenes tour would be great, baby girl. Maybe your boyfriend would give us some privacy. Maybe we could use his room to have some fun. I'd do it all again, Cam. I won't stop until I get you. ]

I felt sick. My head was whirring as my eyes scanned over the message, my stomach turning as the insides of my mouth turned dry. We were in Monza for round fourteen of the 2019 season. Charles was on pole again and emotions were running high in the Ferrari garage. After last weekend and his long awaited win despite the circumstances, expectations of Charles were high this weekend and he knew that. He could feel the pressure weighing him down, but I knew he could do it. I was relieved that he was already out on track whilst I sat in the garage with his brothers because I didn't want to tell him about Stefan's message. He didn't need the extra stress.

Arthur glanced at me as I carefully placed my phone back into my bag, "are you okay, Camille?"

I looked at him, his voice overpowering the loud noises which came from all corners of the garage. I nodded, chewing on my lip as Arthur placed his hand on top of mine as it rested over my kneecap. Lorenzo sat on the other side of me, with a headset on and completely engrossed in the visuals on the screen to notice that something was wrong. I felt safe with them here; they knew about Stefan after last year's events in Belgium and they'd promised Charles that they would keep an eye on me. Arthur's concern made me feel a little better, but it didn't erase the fact that I'd still received that message from Stefan.

"Do you want some water?" Arthur placed his hand against my forehead. I did feel hot, my skin was burning as the anxiety increased and coursed through my veins. He looked around, spotting the bottles of water at the back of the garage, before pointing at them whilst lifting his brow.

"Please." I was trying to remain as calm as possible. I didn't want to cause a scene. I tried to tell myself that Stefan wasn't being serious, that he was just trying to make me feel vulnerable and on edge. He was cruel and spiteful, I wouldn't put it past him.

Arthur slipped to the back of the garage and took a bottle of water for me, removing the lid and holding the bottle in front of my face. My fingers were trembling, but I didn't want Arthur to notice. Lorenzo had finally slipped the headset away from his ears and allowed it to hang around his neck. I tried to hold onto the bottle and lift it to my lips without spilling any water, but I was unsuccessful, and I managed to drop the bottle, causing the water to spill into my lap. I gasped, shaking my head and pushing my stool backwards. I needed to get out of here.

"Excuse me." Shyly, I allowed my eyes to meet with Arthur's before rushing out of the garage, grabbing a bottle of water as I went because I knew that I wouldn't be able to cope without some. I was sweating, my heart racing as I tried to navigate my way towards Charles' private room in the motor home. I had a key in my bag. I needed the space and the silence, the privacy whilst I tried to regulate my breathing and calm down. I couldn't sit in the garage like this, my mood would only impact the atmosphere in the garage and I wanted everybody to focus on bringing Charles home across the line first. I didn't want him to know about this right now. He had other things to focus on, instead of worrying about me.