One half of the time it's a gun fight
The other half, we're taking off clothes, clothes, clothes🎶
Alethia Verstappen, Formula 1 driver for Ferrari
Charles Leclerc, Formula 1 driver for Ferrari
One, a reining champion of the world, the other, a roo...
Charles POV[A little treat for being irregular with my updates ;)]
Usually waking up in my own home rather than a hotel room would bring me joy
That way I know I'm not to be disturbed by anyone
But she's here.
So all those fantasy's remain just that
We've got a photo shoot today. Together.
It's already draining enough to have to pretend to be in love with her on race weekends, but my day off as well?
I should be enjoying Monaco with my family, not parading my fake girlfriend around to make everyone else happy.
I'm stood in my kitchen, an espresso in my hands as I leant against the counter, facing the open floor plan of my apartment
Usually I love the look of the room being open, makes it feel larger, it brings in more light. Right now, I despise it for giving me an even longer amount of time I have to watch her walk towards me before she makes it to the kitchen.
"What are you wearing" Her shorts hardly cover her ass and her tank tops v neck isn't helping either.
It's to fucking early for this.
"Pajamas, ever heard of them?" The small curl of her lips makes me roll my eyes
"Pajamas are supposed to be comfortable, this isn't a strip club" I finish my espresso, placing the small cup in the sink and quickly leaving her vicinity
"Good to know, thank you for that" Even with my back turned away I can hear her smirk and I can even bet that she rolled her eyes as well
she'll never miss an opportunity to roll her eyes.
"Be ready in an hour" I had nothing else to say to her without it involving a drastic jump in my annoyance levels
Just as i'm about to get in the shower I get a notification that Alethias tagged me in a story
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She tagged me in it after posting, so no one but me knew I was tagged.
I know she did that so I got the notification, so i'd be forced to see the story, god she knows just how to get under my skin.
I hate it.
No one can confidently say they can do such a thing, except for her.
After the hours passed, she's sat beside me in my car while I drive us to the photo shoot.
"You find yourself hilarious, don't you?" I say referring to her story
"I make myself laugh occasionally, so yes, I suppose I do"
