Hot off the Press | Charles Leclerc | F1
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  • Reads 222,593
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  • Parts 59
  • Time 10h 10m
Ongoing, First published Nov 27, 2023
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Six months out of university, living on her best friend's sofa in a shabby house share in Clapham with no job and no money, the bright future Fia Holliday had envisioned for herself is fading fast. 

At least, until she scores the internship of a lifetime working in the press office of Scuderia Ferrari.

Life on the F1 circuit couldn't be further from what she experienced growing up. She knows this is it; her chance to escape the past and move on. 

She'll be damned if she lets anything, or anyone, get in the way of her turning the internship into a permanent position. 

Even a wolf in sheep's clothing like Charles Leclerc. 

****

Charles' gaze dropped to Fia's mouth and lingered there. "Satisfied?"

She felt the electricity sparking between them again. "You'll never satisfy me, Leclerc."

****

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(Sort of) enemies to lovers, very much a slow burn
Charles Leclerc x Female OC
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Sticking around was never her intention. She just wanted to watch one race and the people around her made everything in their power to keep her there. The upside down came into her life once she accepted that job offer and started traveling around the world along with the Formula 1 teams. And it was not because the sport had its way of sucking you deep in its hellhole and bleeding you dry. It was all because of him. Because of his green eyes and his cute dimples she tried so hard to ignore and forget. "Will you stay if I tell you I love you?" she asked, her voice low and weak. He approached her and brought his hands to her cheeks. He wiped her tears with his thumbs as he held her face into his hands. "No, mon cœur. You're scared to love me, and hearing you say those words won't make me stay because I know they're not true. " (The story is a product of fiction.)