Adoration: Book Two of the Infatuation Series

Chapter Forty-Two: The High Road

y/n's PoV:

You open the door with a big grin gracing your face, before coming to the world's most unexpected stop. That grin vanishes within seconds, being replaced by shock or something resembling an expression when you say 'what the fuck'. You find yourself facing off with the last two people you wanted to see: Charles and Margaux.

Pierre: Jesus- y/n-

A single glance at Pierre tells you everything there is to know - he's not stressed, or shocked, or anything. She steps forwards ever so slightly, opening her perfectly painted, ever so slightly inflated lips. Your throat feels tight all of the sudden.

You had told yourself if this were to happen, that you'd keep your cool. Hmm.

Margaux: Pierre- Hi-

For some reason he seems incredibly collected, simply looking at Charles. You can't help but glance at Margaux, immediately feeling inadequately dressed compared to her. You don't want to, but you do.

You hate that you're feeling jealous right now.

How couldn't you feel jealous though, if a tall, gorgeous, blonde bombshell is standing right in front of you, perfectly dressed, striking the right balance between F1-elegance and high-fashion style. You feel even worse when you remind yourself that she was great enough for Pierre to stick around for a while, regardless of him fuck-boying his way around the world's blonde model population at that time in his life.

And she wants him back. Her eyes are glued onto him - she looks somewhat hopeful even.

Pierre: Charles?

With Pierre's words, you're brought back to reality, realising that time had practically stood still for a moment. Pierre glances at Margaux for a split second, before returning his focus to Char, then seemingly to her again. So he's also surprised by Char's presence. Noted.

It's getting too weird - silence is overtaking the square formation you're in, while nothing is being said, and nothing is being done. A frenzy of questions rush through my mind, as the discomfort in your stomach glides up to your chest.

Was Charles involved in bringing her to Ferrari? Did Pierre tell Charles about Margaux texting him? Or about your fight? Was she supposed to be here? Was she invited by the team? Or is there a more malicious reason - her wanting him back? And why isn't Pierre doing or saying anything?

Fuck. S.O.S.?

Someone? Anyone?

Help.

Actually... Hell no. You're not doing that. With that thought you straighten out, determined to do this right. The high road. You take matters into your own hands - quite literally - letting go of Pierre's hand.

There's the high road, there's self-respect, and there's holding your ground. You'll opt for a combination of all three.

y/n: Good luck and stay safe, mon amour-

You press a soft kiss onto his lips, marking your territory to the best of your ability, while not looking at Char or Pierre's ex. One simple kiss is usually quite effective, especially if someone else is gawking at your boyfriend.