𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙤𝙨⁵⁵

The images I have in my mind are INCREDIBLY crisp.
          
          One of these days. One of these days I’ll take her out to the nicest places, buy her the best things- price tags are just for looks.
          
          Maybe a nice, bigger house- one with those pool balconies that her and could lounge in. Her back against my chest, my arms around her waist- just in peace.
          
          Peace is all I could ask for.

Pardon me as I break out into Spanish for a hot minute.
          
          Esa mujer ha estado MAL. Cada imagen, cada idea que propone es algo sobre lo que desearía poder actuar de inmediato. Ella es buena, no tengo ninguna razón para no dárselo.
          
          ¿Quiere sus labios en los míos? Bien. ¿Quiere que la marque? Bien. ¿Quiere estar en mi regazo, con las manos en el pelo y la lengua en la boca? Está bien. ¿Me quiere detrás de ella, presionándola lo más lejos que pueda en la cama? Eso está bien, podría montarlo toda la noche. Cualquier cosa por ella.
          
          Y ella también lo sabe. La mocosa sabe que la consentiré pase lo que pase. Ella tiene suerte. ¿Hasta que pueda actuar sobre eso? Solo desearía que ella estuviera aquí.
          
          Tío, la amo.

Yes, I did an ENTIRE rebrand.
          
          No, I do not feel bad.

I want to spoil that woman sooo bad.
          
          One of these days I’ll be a respectable businessman- one of those rich men who get to go to dimly lit banquets where all you do is chat and drink champagne.
          
          And I’ll be able to bring her with me- show her off like the prized possession she is. I’d make sure everything she wore is something I bought- something pretty, of course. Prices don’t matter- if she wants it, she gets it.
          
          I’d let her stay at my side all night, brag to everyone that this one’s MY wife. Cause she IS mine- and I want to make sure everyone knows. 
          
          <3

I know what man I want to be.
          
          I want to be the Charles Leclerc of all men.
          
          I wanna be the kind of man to make the BANK. I wanna wear nice suits and ties, IWC watches, a nice party or two. I wanna be respected, I want to have some kind of standing.
          
          But MORE IMPORTANTLY.
          
          When I say I want to be the Charles Leclerc of men, I mean I want to treat my girl the way Charles treats Alexandra.
          
          I wanna take her places, buy her nice things. Let her walk me around wherever she wants knowing damn well I’ll follow. Let her choose whatever she wants knowing I’ll pay for it. Take her to parties and treat her like the queen she is.
          
          Because I will.
          
          That’s the kind of man I want to be.

Why is she so cute???
          
          Like.. I mean did y’all SEE what she wrote about me?
          
          Maybe it’s just endearing- I mean, I’ve never had someone appreciate my “thought process” before. It’s usually typically erratic.
          
          But she does.
          
          And that’s the best part.

Y’know, it’s oddly endearing.
          
          I’m naturally accommodating- I don’t care about annoying kids on phone calls or things like that.. that was me once. Kids are naturally curious and I’m okay to accommodate that. Would I rather it just be us? Oh, absolutely. But I don’t mind other things.
          
          “But he’s mine.”
          
          ..Maybe I’m more of a bottom than I thought, because huh???
          
          Like.. I don’t know how to react to that. It’s like every fantasy ever- in a good way, of course! The kind that puts that feeling of excitement in the pit of your stomach, yknow?
          
          Who knew when I said she’d walk me like a dog, I’d end up meaning literally. I’d let that girl do whatever she wanted with me.

No because what do you mean people are genuinely invested in me and my girls relationship?
          
          I’m just a guy geeking out over F1 and she’s just feeding my delusions lol.

I won my own bet.
          
          I was like “let’s see how many different pet names I can throw in before she cracks” and I was so mad I was losing because I got no reaction.
          
          Then I came back on here.
          
          Mission accomplished.

She saw me crash out.
          
          </3