Torn

The "meeting"

Having been for a long walk along along the water front overlooking the Caspian Sea, Nevaeh had slowly meandered her way back to the hotel. This was her first visit to Baku, Azerbaijan, and she already found parts of this city enchanting. Like Monaco, the Grand Prix here was to be held around a street circuit and she was looking forward to watching the cars going past some of the older, historic buildings on certain parts of the circuit. With the first race having been here in 2017, Fernando was already quite familiar with the layout and had sent her a few photos while on his track walk with his team. Today had been a media day and she really hadn't fancied joining him at the track today as media interest in Fernando and Seb was building ever higher thanks to their on and off track rivalry. It also hadn't helped that a couple of photos had been leaked online showing Seb sitting in McDonald's, in Madrid, with Anaya. Although the little girls face had been blurred (thanks to Britta's quick reactions), rumours were now circulating as to what relation Seb's small dining companion could be to him. And daughter was top of the list.

Getting into their hotel room (Fernando had declined a suite on this particular occasion), she found it to be empty. Her boyfriend wasn't back yet and she wondered if he was staying away until she'd left for her 'meeting' with Seb. Her ex-husband had been keen for them to meet to discuss a few near-future plans for Anaya. Mainly he wanted to get some kind of schedule set up for him to see his daughter. Not for the first time, she wished Fernando was here; Seb had extended an invitation out to him too so that he could be involved with any discussions but the Spaniard had stubbornly declined, saying that he didn't want to have to sit there listening to Seb making his demands as to when he'd see Anaya. Going to the wardrobe, she sighed; she just couldn't understand Fernando, he worried about being sidelined and losing the little girl he regarded as his own and yet when it came to discussing plans involving the child he'd rather bury his head in the sand and pretend that it wasn't happening. Pulling a dress off of the hanger, she started to get changed.

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She was just about ready when the door opened and Fernando walked in. It had been a long day of meetings, photos opportunities, autograph sessions and media appointments and now he just wanted to shower and then order something to eat from room service before he had a video call to make to Kimoa's Madrid office. He stopped in front of the door as his beautiful, blonde girlfriend came out of the bathroom. "You're going like that?" He asked in surprise as he eyed her up and down.

She came to a sudden stop close to the bed and smoothed the skirt of her burgundy dress down, she suddenly felt very self-conscious. "You think it's too much?"

He took a deep breath and flexed his hands as angry possessiveness bubbled up inside him. "Are you just meeting to discuss Anaya or is this a fucking date?!" He snapped.

She flinched as his voice rose but found it in herself to retaliate. "The offer was there for you to come with me but you'd rather hide your head in the fucking sand and pretend this isn't happening so don't get all possessive now!"

He watched as she picked up a small black bag from on the bed before going to the vanity unit to slip on a pair of black heeled shoes. His eyes skipped down the zip at the back of her dress, she was definitely overdressed just to meet Seb to discuss Anaya. "I'm sorry." He lowered his voice as she walked towards him. "I'm overreacting, it's just that I know he still has feelings for you."

She stopped in front of him and placed a lingering kiss on his lips. "I'm with you. I love you, not him and if it makes you happy then I'll quickly change now before I leave."

He kissed her again, letting his fingers follow the path downwards of her zip before his hands came to a rest on her behind. "Don't, it's ok."

"You can still come with me." She suggested. "If I'm honest, I'd like you with me."