Charles

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Charles

I royally fucked up and it was evident by her reaction to my failed attempt at banter. Instead I was just slowly winding her up until she cracked and boy did she crack. I really didn't think it would make her that upset, where she even started to cry.

The pit of my stomach felt heavy and it could only mean one thing.

Guilt.

I felt guilty for what I had said. Of course I did. Who wouldn't.

I know it seems like I am a little careless when it comes to women but I'm not heartless. I've experienced the other end of heartless and I'd never put someone through that.

When boarding the jet, I chose to get on last, steering clear of Lucia and giving her time before I went to apologise to her.

As I took my seat across from Carlos, I saw that Lucia was sitting in the seat diagonally ahead from me. She wasn't crying anymore and had dried her eyes. You wouldn't have guessed that she has been upset prior, she looked just as gorgeous as she always does in the paddock and in her modelling shoots.

She was as gentle as a rose. As delicate as a daisy. As warm as a sunflower. And more beautiful than any flower.

She made me feel something that I hadn't felt in a while, that I have only felt once before. I had barely scratched the surface of her. I had only just seen her in the paddock and now, I've just insulted her.

I can't lie, I have always been drawn to her. The way she spoke in her interviews, I was mesmerised.

This warm feeling I had grown to feel from every time we made eye contact passing in the paddock, scared me. No, not just scared. Terrified me. This was just the beginning and I had to crush it immediately.

I hadn't realised but I was starting at her this entire time, that I hadn't even heard Carlos speaking to me.

"She's really got you hooked, hey"

"Lucia doesn't have me hooked mate"

"Then how did you know I was talking about her and not the other 50 million girls you've told me about"

Fuck he caught me.

"I- well- you know-"

"Omg she's got you bad. You're even stuttering"

He was laughing. Laughing right at me.

I couldn't believe this.

"Oh give it a rest, she's hot and that it. Nothing else to it"

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