Lucia

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Lucia

I decided to try to relax and not be so pissed off when Bella got back because I know she has true intentions behind all her actions. I chucked my headphones on and closed my eyes, humming to the melody.

I hadn't even gotten through the first song, when someone ripped off my headphones.

"Jesus Christ Bella"

I yelled.

"What are you doing, you made me scream in the airport"

"Haha"

Hang on a minute now. Bella's voice isn't that deep, nor does she have a French accent. Who the hell is laughing at me?

When I finally looked up and saw who was sitting in the spot Bella had just been in . It was the one and only Charles fucking Leclerc.

Looking me dead in the eyes he said.

"Oh trust me you'll be screaming a lot more later"

My cheeks have never turned red so fast in my life. I think I should get that medically looked at.

I narrowed my eyes, trying to draw attention away from my tomato looking face. But I was unsuccessful, as I see a massive smirk resting on his face.

Trying to change the topic to anything from what he was thinking about, I asked.

"Why are you bothering me?"

"We have to get to know each other, since you'll be staying in my garage for the whole race weekend."

"No, I'll be staying in the Ferrari garage. Thank you very much"

"For being Romero's little sister and Max's fuck buddy. You sure know nothing about formula one. The Ferrari garage they told you about is my garage because Carlos is hosting his whole family since it's his home GP. Unless you're trying to get with him too."

Is he fucking for real now. I'm about to break his perfect looking face.

I looked him straight in the eyes and with anger behind every word I said.

"Not that it's any of your fucking business, but I am definitely not Max's fuck buddy and the if you're implying that I'm sleeping around the paddock you can go back over there and leave me the fuck alone."

"I'm just going off what I heard you and your manager talking about. All those situationships and how you won't commitment to one of them. That seems like sleeping around to me."

"Oh my god, were you eavesdropping on my conversation. Get a fucking life."

Before he could reply, I jumped back in again.

"And if anyone is sleeping around it's you"

I jabbed his chest with my point finger, trying to prove my point. Why the fuck was his chest so hard, holy shit that's his muscles.

I didn't let myself have any time to react to just slightly feeling how toned this god is in front of me.

"You're the one who needs to sleep around with random girls, left right and centre so you're not in a fucking shitty mood and your manager can actually put up with you."

Charles scoffed.

"Last time I checked you're still being known for being the play boy of the paddock with a bad fucking rep."

"Do you honestly believe every fucking gossip page and rumour you hear."

He said as he started laughing.

"I didn't pick you for being the girl who can't think for yourself"

It would be an understatement to say that my blood was boiling. I was about to explode. I was so caught up in my thoughts, having a reality check that people really do think that I just I'm nothing without my brother and father. He probably didn't even mean it. He was just joking. But fuck did it hurt like hell. God he doesn't even know why. I hadn't realised that my eyes started to tear up as I was starring at Charles.

I quickly tried to get up, so he wouldn't see me cry. But I fumbled my headphones straight off my lap and they feel to the floor.

"Argh fuck"

Of course this is happening to me, I can't do anything right.

I felt him grab my arm and I slowly turned back.

"Hey, im sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I just..."

"I'm fine"

I yanked my arm back and grabbed my handbag.

Thankfully his manager came over to let us know that the jet was ready to board, saving me from this extremely embarrassing and awkward end to the conversation.

"Lucia wait"

But I put my headphones back on and walked straight to my manager, who was waiting for me at the gate to the runway.

That's when I finally let the tears fall and I didn't look back.

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