"So I was just a fucking bet?"
"Well, I was just a dare, right?"
"Don't you fucking dare to compare some innocent
flirting with taking someone's virginity."
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Jasmine Leclerc gets dared to flirt with current WDC Max Verstappen, while Max in...
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»»———— ★ ————«« 18 days until summer break Thursday - Media Day - Zandvoort, The Netherlands
I was pretty sure Charles was up to something, yet I couldn't get a confirmation out of him. He kept me close to him all day and made sure that whenever I wandered around, his eyes would follow me.
When I tried asking him about his overbearing behavior, he just shrugged. Waved it away with a simple 'I am just looking out for you'. And he went on with doing just that. It didn't seem like he was mad or annoyed like the Sunday Max and I almost got caught.
"Are you sure nothing is going on?" I asked him again; we were in the car driving back to the hotel after an eventful media day. "You know you can talk to me, right?"
His jaw just slightly clenged, "I know that, Jasmine."
The tone in his voice took me off guard; it was cold, distant, and maybe again, as if something was bothering him.
"Then tell me what's going on... Is it Ferrari? Are you not happy with them anymore?"
"I am more than happy with Ferrari," His knuckles turned white as Charles grabbed his steering wheel firmer. "Maybe I am the one that should say that you can talk to me."
I swallowed nervously. Was it possible that Charles knew?
"Charles..." I said with a soft sigh. "I don't know what to tell you."
"Of course you don't."
"Charles, what the fuck?" I snapped. "What have I done to you? What happened to you for being extra overbearing with me? I can hardly breathe, or you'll be on my lips."
"If you don't want me to keep an eye out, stay home the next time."
"Stop the car."
"No."
"Charles."
"I am not stopping the car," He snapped back, increasing his speed instead of lowering it.
God, he should know about the high fines they give out in the Netherlands when you're caught speeding. He's gotten one once, most likely his only speeding ticket, since typically, he's well-behaved enough even to put on his damn blinkers while chasing some thieves.
"Charles," I warned him again. "Stop the goddamn car."
To my surprise, he stopped. He checked his windows, reduced his speed, and pulled over. I unbuckled myself from the seatbelt, swung open the door, and got out of his car. Charles followed my example.
"Jasmine..."
I turned around to look at him, shaking my head, "I've got nothing to tell you yet, Charles. I will tell you when I am certain about it or when I feel like telling you."
