"Growing up having racing at the centre of your family, isn't always as exciting as people think. My father lived and breathed racing, and almost died because of it.
I have always been in my brother's shadow, always known for being Romero's little...
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Charles
Nicolas, my manager was updating me about this weeks events surrounding the Spanish Grand Prix, as I slouched down on the coach of the private jet airport lounge.
"This GP may be a little different to the usual ones, but starting of with Thursday. It's a normal media day, possibly having a joint interview with a Ferrari model and then all the practices and qualify race is normal. It's just after race day, you're attending the Ferrari runway show and escorting Lucia Rossi down the red carpet"
Nicolas rambled on.
"Wait who" I choked on my water from the bottle in my hand.
"Arh.... Lucia, umm... Rossi"
He hesitatingly said.
Never did I think I would hear her name in the same sentence as me escorting a girl down the red carpet. She'd be by my side and I'd finally get to see for myself what the whole fascination was about, she has the whole paddock wrapped around her finger and she didn't even know it.
Of course I've seen her in the paddock, but only from a distance. Didn't want her psychopath father and brother coming after me. I watched the way she carried her head high as she walked around, behind her brother and father. I'd seen her in magazines, advertisements and on TV. I'd seen all her modelling jobs. What can I say there was something incredibly intriguing about her and I just couldn't get enough.
My eyes for a split second showed now nervous I was, but I quickly played dumb and acted like I had no idea who she was.
"Lu-? Lucia Rossi? I've never heard of her, Nicolas"
He doesn't look impressed.
"Romero's little sister, the girl everyone can't seem to stop staring at in the paddock. She drop dead gorgeous"
"Hey hey hey calm down Nicolas, seems like you may have a little crush now"
I loved teasing my manager. It made our relationship more then just business. He's tease me, I'd throw it back at him. It was a friendship.
"Don't be ridiculous now Charles. She's a child"
He laughed out.
No she's not, last time I checked she's a 22 year old independent woman if anything. And the f1 gossip pages haven't said she has a boyfriend or anything, but I wouldn't put it past her father to arrange her marriage.
"Charles that blonde girl... arh I keep forgetting which name belongs to which girl. You have so many running around these days. Um... St- Sta- oh yes Stacy. That's it. Are you meeting her anytime we are in Spain. Last time you visited for a weekend holiday you meet up with her, so I'm assuming you're going to entertain her again for your fix."
Just as the words came out of his mouth. That beautiful brunette walked through the lounge doors, with who I assume to be her manager following behind. Her manager lead her straight to Carlos and Mattia, our team principal.
I was stuck in a trance just watching her and as she giggled and smiled at something Carlos said. What could he possibly have said that was so funny. I'm funnier than him.
God what am I thinking? I don't even care about her, why should I care if he makes her laugh. I can get any girl and that's what I'm going to do.
As her manager guided her over to Nicolas and I, I saw in her eyes that she was annoyed. What the fuck had I done, I'm just sitting here. That's until I get thrown back to reality and can hear what Nicolas is saying to me. He hadn't realised that Lucia and her manager were right behind him.
"Hello? hello? earth to Charles, are you having that sexy blonde over, Stacy? Because you get in this really shitty mood if you don't have sex and honestly I don't want to deal with that this GP. So I suggest you have her stay with you in your hotel room or get her to come to your room or whatever you do. I don't give a fuck but please just don't be in a shitty mood. And anyway Stacy is obsessed with you so-"
Before Nicolas could keep digging both mine and his grave, Lucia's manager cut him off.
"Um excuse me, so sorry for disturbing this very important conversation about Charles' sex life, but I'd just like to quickly introduce both myself and Lucia Rossi. I'm her manager and Ferrari fashion have gratefully invited Lucia to the GP and have offered to fly us out as well with the team. However, hearing your previous conversation, I'm starting to think it was better if we flew ours out."
Nicolas looked completely embarrassed but I was just staring at Lucia's beautiful hazel eyes. They had so many different shades of greens and browns that just blended together.
"Hello um do I have something on my face? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Fuck I've been caught red handed staring right at her for... I don't even know how long.
"No you just look extremely fucking tired"
Yep, just hand me the shovel and I'll continue to dig my grave now.
She scoffed at my comment and walked off. I watched as her silky hair flipped over her shoulder. She had the prettiest hair that fell just under her shoulder blades.
This flight was going to be a shit show if I keep this attitude up.
But I have to, I can't... I won't let myself feel. I won't let her know the real me. I won't make that mistake again. I won't give my heart out again to have it returned in pieces.
