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Charles Leclerc x Reader (OFC)
Lily Wilson, Mercedes newest and first ever female driver has only one goal: to win the world drivers championship. She’s no longer the number two driver, no longer has to step aside and let her teammate past - this year belongs to her. There’s only one thing standing in her way - a certain Ferrari driver who is determined to not let that happen.
Chapter 1 - Fortune Favors The Bold
Chapter 2 - A Spoon Full of Sugar
Chapter 3 - Hell Hath No Fury
Chapter 4 - Saved by the Wolff
Chapter 5 - Fool me Twice
Chapter 6 - The Lady Doth Protest (October 11, 2023)
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Carlos Sainz Jr. x Reader (OFC)
Georgia Leclerc is one of Bugatti's two female drivers. As the newest team in Formula 1, Bugatti has a lot to prove - especially since Team Principal Isabelle Binotto has decided to make the team a pre-dominantly female run team - from race engineers all the way to drivers. But even though Georgia has had an impressive start to her career, the press have labeled her a sassy hot head, nothing like her twin brother Charles. With sponsorship money on the line, Ferrari and Bugatti come up with one solution – fake a relationship between Georgia and Carlos with the hopes that the Sponsors will see the drivers in a new light. An easy task – if the drivers didn’t hate each other.
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Hate To Love You - Chapter 6 - The Lady Doth Protest (Charles Leclerc Series)
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader (OFC)
Warnings: language
Word Count: 3200
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I woke up the next morning to the ringing of my cell phone. With my eyes still groggy with sleep, I turned over and groaned, reaching over to the bedside table as I fumbled for the device. The phone stopped as soon as I grabbed it, and I sighed in relief, hoping that whoever was on the other end of the phone call had realized that it was still the morning, although I knew I should already be awake.
As soon as the ringing stopped, my mind wandered back to last night, and the horror of what I had done settled on my chest. I’d done what I had promised I would never do again – I’d ended up back in bed with Charles fucking Leclerc. Charles had once again dragged me back under his spell, and just like last time, he had managed to leave me feeling as if I was trash in the gutter just by one look on his face.
Regret.
Charles had regretted me the last time we had traveled down that road, and I knew he regretted me this time. As much as I wanted to tell myself that I didn’t care about how Charles Leclerc felt about me, I knew deep inside my soul that it wasn’t true, especially not when that feeling was regret.
I looked at my phone and immediately went to open Instagram, but before I could open the app my phone rang again, and Georgia Dubois’s name flashed on the phone’s screen.
What on earth did Georgia want with me on a morning after a night out?
“Georgia… I feel like the pre-season debrief could wait until we’re back at the office, hmm?”
“Lily, I need you to come to my room, now. Floor 15, room 1568.” There was urgency in her voice, urgency and something else., something that sounded like panic.
“… Now as in… now now?”
“See you in five.” Before I could protest, Georgia hung up the phone. I looked at the clock - 10:10 a.m., which meant the hallways would be fairly empty since most guests had either left on early flights or were still hungover in their rooms. I threw on some clothes and made my way up to Georgia’s floor, which was of course much higher up than mine.
No expense spared when it comes to Ferrari and their drivers, I scoffed to myself. The Mercedes F1 team was known for its cost savings when it came to hotels and drivers. Lewis used to always complain that as a 7x World Champion, he was lucky to get a suite when it came to Toto and Mercedes’ purse strings.
I headed straight to the room that Georgia had texted me and knocked on the door. It was as if Georgia had been standing there waiting for me, because she opened it on the second knock, causing me to fall forward, only to catch myself on the coat rack that had been placed right next to the door.
“Jesus, Georgie…” I grunted, shaking off the small moment of shock as I walked into the room. Seated on the couch was her fiance Carlos, who just nodded my way as he kept his eyes on the TV, glued to the Real Madrid game going on in the background.
Georgia motioned for me to take a seat, which I obliged as Carlos immediately lowered the volume of the television, finally turning to face me and Georgia. As soon as Carlos looked at me, I felt dread take over my entire body. Carlos was always so happy-go-lucky – and I likened him to a golden retriever, barely anything got him down, but the solemn nature of his face told me exactly why I was here.
“Is someone going to tell me what is going on?” I asked, breaking the awkward silence that had settled between the three of us. I could see that Georgia was trying to find her words.
“So… after the pre-season party last night, what did you do?” Georgia finally asked, and I frowned, giving her a pointed look to let her know that I wasn’t thrilled with her nosy question.
“Not really any of your business,” I scoffed at my ex-teammate, but I knew my cheeks had gone slightly red. I wasn’t sure what Georgia had heard, but I wasn’t about to admit that I had slept with her brother last night.
“Well, it seems like it is my business now,” Georgia quipped, clearly unimpressed with my snarky reply. Her tone sounded like a mother who had just caught a child stealing from the cookie jar.
“… just fucking spit it out, Georgia.”
“Lily, I don’t care if you and Charles are fucking. I don’t care that you and Pierre are fucking. Hell, I don’t care if you have slept with the whole fucking grid…” Georgia’s tone was sharp, and I could feel her words start to slice through me.
So she did know that I had slept with her ex-boyfriend Pierre. Guess I wasn’t as discreet as I had hoped.
Before I could get a word in, Georgia continued, “… but what I do care about, is your reputation. As only one of two women on the grid, you know what is at stake here. I fucking hate that the entire world looks at the female drivers through a magnifying glass, but they do. The world shouldn’t care about who you are with, and quite frankly, it’s none of their business… but that just isn’t the case.
What we do is, and for the foreseeable future will be, looked at through a microscope. Am I making any sense to you?” Georgia sighed and looked back at Carlos, who just grabbed her shoulder and gave it a squeeze before nodding at her in supportive agreement.
As if out of instinct, I felt my lips starting to apologize to Georgia. “Look, Georgia… I’m sorry about…” But before I could finish, Georgia cut me off, putting her hand up to signal that her tirade wasn’t yet complete.
“I’m not done, Lily,” she said tiredly. I could see that the actual lecture was about to happen, and I felt my stomach sink to the floor. By the look on her face, I knew she was more upset with me for something other than sleeping with her brother – and that thought disturned me more than Georgia admitting she already knew that I had slept with her brother and ex-boyfriend.
“Lily, someone caught you and Charles in the elevator last night. And to make matters worse, as of this morning, the video is all over Instagram, TikTok, Twitter, you name it. I had a call from Toto this morning, who debriefed me on the situation…
Lily, are you listening to me?”
No, I wasn’t listening one bit. Truth was, I had stopped listening after the word ‘caught.’ Dread started to fill my entire body, and I could feel my hands and legs start to shake from all-consuming panic.
How could I be so fucking stupid? Of course, someone had caught us. Charles was the number 1 driver on the grid, people knew his face everywhere, and this hotel was crawling with tourists.
I just stared back at my racing coach, not able to utter a single word. The silence for the next minute was deafening, and it was clear that even Georgia didn’t want to continue with this conversation, but I could see from the urgency in her eyes that we had no other choice.
“How bad is it?” I eventually managed to force out my question, gazing up at Georgia through my flooded eyes.
“Salvageable,” was all she responded.
“What are they saying?”
“It doesn’t matter.” I knew from the look in her eye and tone of her voice that it did matter.
“Bull shit, Georgie. We both know I’m going to hear it eventually from my mother, so you might as well spit it out.” The uneasy expression on her face and exasperated sigh told me exactly how bad it was, and I immediately pulled out my phone, but Georgia grabbed it from me, placing it back on the table screen facing down.
“Let me guess, it’s a lot worse for me than it is for your brother?” I scoffed, and the lack of response from both Georgia and Carlos confirmed my suspicions.
It was always worse for the woman.
“It’s not great for either of you, honestly.” Again, she paused, and as I watched her mouth something to Carlos, the anger inside of me started to explode into full-blown rage.
Fuck this.
“Georgia, if you don’t tell me what’s happening this instant, I am going to go down the hallway and start yelling until I find someone who does. Clearly, Toto and the team have asked you to tell me what is going on, so spit it out. This torturous silence and limbo you have me in is crucifying my soul!”
“I know, you’re right,” Georgia sighed. “Here’s the lowdown. You and Charles were caught, in the elevator, before rushing into his hotel room. The tourist, or whoever it was, filmed the two of you. Unfortunately, they also caught you coming out of Charles’ room, looking like you were doing a walk of shame.
“By early this morning, the photos were all over the internet, and The Sun posted a ludicrous story a few hours on the matter.”
“Please, no one believes The Sun. I mean, it’s The Sun, the crappiest tabloid ever made. Plus, these photos should blow over in a week - maybe two tops, right?”
“Yes… except this morning, someone decided to fan the flames of the article.” Georgia didn’t have to say the words for me to know exactly who it was.
Fucking Louis, my ex-boyfriend, and the gift that kept on giving. Every fiber of my being told me he was behind this, and if he wasn’t behind it, I knew he damn well would make the most of it.
“Louis was caught this morning at the airport offering up his opinions on the photos in front of tourists, VIPs… anyone that would listen…”
“Lucky me,” I sneered. “And tell me, what did my dear ex-boyfriend have to say about this?”
“He insinuated that you and Charles have been sleeping around for a while.”
“And by ‘insinuated,’ he just fucking flat out said it, didn’t he?” Again, the silence between the three of us told me everything I needed to know.
Oh, Louis.
He must have been immensely pleased with himself in that moment. He had always believed Charles and I had slept together during my first season in Formula 1, something I never confirmed as I knew it would only serve to make him more jealous.
I couldn't risk Louis's suspicions of Pierre growing further by making him aware that I had slept with someone else on the grid – that wasn't a reputation I wanted for myself.
”Georgia’s foot was now tapping up and down as she eyed me warily, not ready to utter the words that I could see were killing her on the inside.
“He accused you of sleeping around the grid, said that Charles wasn’t the only one…. Lily, Louis said that’s why you came third in the championship behind Charles last year, because you have been sleeping with him and a few of the guys.”
“I’m sorry… did my ex-boyfriend, who I caught in bed with another woman, dare to accuse me of cheating on him when he's had his dick in how much pussy?” I was now standing, my arms outstretched as I just motioned to me and then back to my phone like a buffoon. I was both speechless and had too much to say at the same time.
“Not in so many words.”
“Good grief, Georgia, just say yes.” My voice was laced with sarcasm as I said the words. I knew lashing out at one of my closest friends was not the answer, but the utter despair and frustration of this conversation was starting to get the best of me. My racing coach was phenomenal with data –bad with people.
“Look, he didn’t directly say it, but it’s clear that social media is inferring it from his words, especially considering everyone assumed you guys were dating… and now you aren’t.”
“Everyone thinks we currently aren’t dating because he was seen with a new blond bimbo!” I exclaimed, still waving my hands frantically in the air as I stood up, as if that was going to make my point hit home. “Of course, everyone was going to think it was my fault. No one ever blames the white man… Let me guess, Charles is coming away unscathed from this one?”
“Now that is where you’re wrong. Apparently, his sponsors and PR team aren’t thrilled about him sleeping with one of the two women on the grid, especially not one that just got out of a relationship with a supposed friend of his.”
“I didn’t think who either of us slept with was any of our sponsor’s business.” Georgia just gave me a pointed look that told me to stop daydreaming – of course, sponsors cared. I was their property until they stopped paying my bills.
“But the good news is, there is a solution to this.” Georgia’s face slightly lit up, and I immediately knew where she was going with this.
“You’re out of your mind. Like hell am I going to pretend to date Charles Leclerc. I don’t care if he’s your brother. I don’t care if he’s Ferrari’s golden boy. I don’t care that his stupid smug face could save my career. No. No way. Not a chance.” I downed my coffee and began pacing the room, but Georgia’s silence and slight uptick of her mouth told me that nothing I said had gotten through to her.
“Why do you hate my brother so much?” Georgia’s tone wasn’t as upset as I had expected. As twins, she and Charles were incredibly close, and yet Georgia always seemed so amused by the visceral reaction I had every time I saw her brother.
“I don’t hate your brother,” I bit back – unconvincingly.
“Me thinks the Lady doth protest too much,” Georgia winked.
“There’s no way Charles would agree to this! Why would he? The sponsors aren’t actually going to drop the racer all of the bookies have their money on.”
“No, you’re probably right, but his sponsors could make this very, very painful for him. Being seen having a one-night stand with a female driver who was dating your friend and a fellow racecar driver jsut days after their supposed break up, is a very bad look for Charles – and judging by the comments on his Instagram this morning, the fans have noticed. Believe it or not – Charles loves his golden boy image, and that image is unmistakably tarnished.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I believe that Charles loves his golden-boy image.” I couldn’t help but snicker, as if Georgia thought the entire grid wasn’t constantly witnessing Charles enjoy his status as the grid’s most desirable driver. The press loved him. The fans loved him. All of Monaco loved him.
Well, I guess until he slept with a certain rebellious Brit. That thought had me slightly grinning, a grin that was quickly wiped off my face as Georgia cleared her throat; her look of disappointment was noticeable.
“Georgia, there’s no way Charles is going to agree to this,” I insisted. The only thing Charles hated more than losing his precious reputation was the idea of dating the rebellious, stubborn British driver whose dirty laundry filled up a laundromat full of machines.
“He already has.”
Stunned didn’t describe how I felt as Georgia said the words. Not a single bone in my body believed what she was saying.
I was speechless.
“There’s no way…”
“There is. I spoke to my brother this morning after I chatted to Toto. Toto didn’t ask me if you were dating, but I could tell by his voice that he was definitely hopeful the two of you were dating. The Mercedes social media posts have been full of fan’s inquiries – and Toto said Petronas were asking as well.”
“So what you’re saying is none of these traditional sponsors want a grid slut… really puts a new meaning to grid girl.”
“Lily….” Georgia chastised as she rubbed her temples.
“No, no, it’s fine. No need to remind me of my place Georgia. I suppose I should be happy that my ‘hero’ Charles has come to my rescue, hmmm? Best to not look a gift horse in the mouth.” Again, I knew the sarcasm was untimely and incredibly rude, but the entire thing felt like a slap in the face.
“Look, I know it’s not what you want, but not only will it help boost both of your images, but it’ll put all of those dating rumors from Louis at bay and shut him up.
We’re looking to get ahead of things. If you and Charles announced that the two of you are dating, then Louis can’t exactly come out and say that 'no, in fact, Lily and I were dating.’ It would be much too embarrassing for him, especially since he has a new girlfriend. This stops all of the rumors about you and him and settles it once and for all.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. There’s no way this was a good idea. Even if this worked, it wouldn’t matter, Charles and I would kill each other before either of us could see the benefits of this arrangement.
"And what does precious Charles get out of this?"
"Charles can restore his image and reputation. He's always been a relationship boy, and his relationship with whatever-her-name-was has been out of the public eye for some time now. He's never been the one-night stand type of guy, and this way he can have a positive relationship that won't get in the way of his racing."
I threw my hands up in disbelief as I exclaimed, "That's just great! So now I'm helping not only my rival with his PR image but also his racing? Fabulous!" I could only hope that Georgia would pick up on the sarcasm in my voice.
"As far as I see it, you're helping each other," she said pointedly, and I knew she was reminding me of what I had at stake here. "Look, you don’t have to get back to me today. We have a couple of weeks’ break, and you have a few days at home. Take a day to think on it?”
“I don’t have to think on it. It’s a no.” Georgia just smiled at me as she sipped her small decaf coffee.
“Just take some time to think on it, Lily.”
Without sparing Georgia a glance, I stormed out of her hotel room and marched myself back to mine.
The notion of even considering this idea was so absurd that my blood boiled in rage.
Hell would have to freeze over before I would ever date Charles Leclerc.
Hate To Love You - Chapter 6 - The Lady Doth Protest (Charles Leclerc Series)
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader (OFC)
Warnings: language
Word Count: 3200
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Synopsis: Enemies to lovers + sizzling banter + fake dating with Charles Leclerc. Full synopsis & master list HERE.
Author’s Note: Wow, it's been way too long and damn it feels good to be back with you all. I'm feeling good about posting 3-4k words each week, probably on Thursdays or Fridays. THANK YOU for your patience!!! It's been a crazy summer and fall, here's to a nice and settled winter ❤️
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I woke up the next morning to the ringing of my cell phone. With my eyes still groggy with sleep, I turned over and groaned, reaching over to the bedside table as I fumbled for the device. The phone stopped as soon as I grabbed it, and I sighed in relief, hoping that whoever was on the other end of the phone call had realized that it was still the morning, although I knew I should already be awake.
As soon as the ringing stopped, my mind wandered back to last night, and the horror of what I had done settled on my chest. I’d done what I had promised I would never do again – I’d ended up back in bed with Charles fucking Leclerc. Charles had once again dragged me back under his spell, and just like last time, he had managed to leave me feeling as if I was trash in the gutter just by one look on his face.
Regret.
Charles had regretted me the last time we had traveled down that road, and I knew he regretted me this time. As much as I wanted to tell myself that I didn’t care about how Charles Leclerc felt about me, I knew deep inside my soul that it wasn’t true, especially not when that feeling was regret.
I looked at my phone and immediately went to open Instagram, but before I could open the app my phone rang again, and Georgia Dubois’s name flashed on the phone’s screen.
What on earth did Georgia want with me on a morning after a night out?
“Georgia… I feel like the pre-season debrief could wait until we’re back at the office, hmm?”
“Lily, I need you to come to my room, now. Floor 15, room 1568.” There was urgency in her voice, urgency and something else., something that sounded like panic.
“… Now as in… now now?”
“See you in five.” Before I could protest, Georgia hung up the phone. I looked at the clock - 10:10 a.m., which meant the hallways would be fairly empty since most guests had either left on early flights or were still hungover in their rooms. I threw on some clothes and made my way up to Georgia’s floor, which was of course much higher up than mine.
No expense spared when it comes to Ferrari and their drivers, I scoffed to myself. The Mercedes F1 team was known for its cost savings when it came to hotels and drivers. Lewis used to always complain that as a 7x World Champion, he was lucky to get a suite when it came to Toto and Mercedes’ purse strings.
I headed straight to the room that Georgia had texted me and knocked on the door. It was as if Georgia had been standing there waiting for me, because she opened it on the second knock, causing me to fall forward, only to catch myself on the coat rack that had been placed right next to the door.
“Jesus, Georgie…” I grunted, shaking off the small moment of shock as I walked into the room. Seated on the couch was her fiance Carlos, who just nodded my way as he kept his eyes on the TV, glued to the Real Madrid game going on in the background.
Georgia motioned for me to take a seat, which I obliged as Carlos immediately lowered the volume of the television, finally turning to face me and Georgia. As soon as Carlos looked at me, I felt dread take over my entire body. Carlos was always so happy-go-lucky – and I likened him to a golden retriever, barely anything got him down, but the solemn nature of his face told me exactly why I was here.
“Is someone going to tell me what is going on?” I asked, breaking the awkward silence that had settled between the three of us. I could see that Georgia was trying to find her words.
“So… after the pre-season party last night, what did you do?” Georgia finally asked, and I frowned, giving her a pointed look to let her know that I wasn’t thrilled with her nosy question.
“Not really any of your business,” I scoffed at my ex-teammate, but I knew my cheeks had gone slightly red. I wasn’t sure what Georgia had heard, but I wasn’t about to admit that I had slept with her brother last night.
“Well, it seems like it is my business now,” Georgia quipped, clearly unimpressed with my snarky reply. Her tone sounded like a mother who had just caught a child stealing from the cookie jar.
“… just fucking spit it out, Georgia.”
“Lily, I don’t care if you and Charles are fucking. I don’t care that you and Pierre are fucking. Hell, I don’t care if you have slept with the whole fucking grid…” Georgia’s tone was sharp, and I could feel her words start to slice through me.
So she did know that I had slept with her ex-boyfriend Pierre. Guess I wasn’t as discreet as I had hoped.
Before I could get a word in, Georgia continued, “… but what I do care about, is your reputation. As only one of two women on the grid, you know what is at stake here. I fucking hate that the entire world looks at the female drivers through a magnifying glass, but they do. The world shouldn’t care about who you are with, and quite frankly, it’s none of their business… but that just isn’t the case.
What we do is, and for the foreseeable future will be, looked at through a microscope. Am I making any sense to you?” Georgia sighed and looked back at Carlos, who just grabbed her shoulder and gave it a squeeze before nodding at her in supportive agreement.
As if out of instinct, I felt my lips starting to apologize to Georgia. “Look, Georgia… I’m sorry about…” But before I could finish, Georgia cut me off, putting her hand up to signal that her tirade wasn’t yet complete.
“I’m not done, Lily,” she said tiredly. I could see that the actual lecture was about to happen, and I felt my stomach sink to the floor. By the look on her face, I knew she was more upset with me for something other than sleeping with her brother – and that thought disturned me more than Georgia admitting she already knew that I had slept with her brother and ex-boyfriend.
“Lily, someone caught you and Charles in the elevator last night. And to make matters worse, as of this morning, the video is all over Instagram, TikTok, Twitter, you name it. I had a call from Toto this morning, who debriefed me on the situation…
Lily, are you listening to me?”
No, I wasn’t listening one bit. Truth was, I had stopped listening after the word ‘caught.’ Dread started to fill my entire body, and I could feel my hands and legs start to shake from all-consuming panic.
How could I be so fucking stupid? Of course, someone had caught us. Charles was the number 1 driver on the grid, people knew his face everywhere, and this hotel was crawling with tourists.
I just stared back at my racing coach, not able to utter a single word. The silence for the next minute was deafening, and it was clear that even Georgia didn’t want to continue with this conversation, but I could see from the urgency in her eyes that we had no other choice.
“How bad is it?” I eventually managed to force out my question, gazing up at Georgia through my flooded eyes.
“Salvageable,” was all she responded.
“What are they saying?”
“It doesn’t matter.” I knew from the look in her eye and tone of her voice that it did matter.
“Bull shit, Georgie. We both know I’m going to hear it eventually from my mother, so you might as well spit it out.” The uneasy expression on her face and exasperated sigh told me exactly how bad it was, and I immediately pulled out my phone, but Georgia grabbed it from me, placing it back on the table screen facing down.
“Let me guess, it’s a lot worse for me than it is for your brother?” I scoffed, and the lack of response from both Georgia and Carlos confirmed my suspicions.
It was always worse for the woman.
“It’s not great for either of you, honestly.” Again, she paused, and as I watched her mouth something to Carlos, the anger inside of me started to explode into full-blown rage.
Fuck this.
“Georgia, if you don’t tell me what’s happening this instant, I am going to go down the hallway and start yelling until I find someone who does. Clearly, Toto and the team have asked you to tell me what is going on, so spit it out. This torturous silence and limbo you have me in is crucifying my soul!”
“I know, you’re right,” Georgia sighed. “Here’s the lowdown. You and Charles were caught, in the elevator, before rushing into his hotel room. The tourist, or whoever it was, filmed the two of you. Unfortunately, they also caught you coming out of Charles’ room, looking like you were doing a walk of shame.
“By early this morning, the photos were all over the internet, and The Sun posted a ludicrous story a few hours on the matter.”
“Please, no one believes The Sun. I mean, it’s The Sun, the crappiest tabloid ever made. Plus, these photos should blow over in a week - maybe two tops, right?”
“Yes… except this morning, someone decided to fan the flames of the article.” Georgia didn’t have to say the words for me to know exactly who it was.
Fucking Louis, my ex-boyfriend, and the gift that kept on giving. Every fiber of my being told me he was behind this, and if he wasn’t behind it, I knew he damn well would make the most of it.
“Louis was caught this morning at the airport offering up his opinions on the photos in front of tourists, VIPs… anyone that would listen…”
“Lucky me,” I sneered. “And tell me, what did my dear ex-boyfriend have to say about this?”
“He insinuated that you and Charles have been sleeping around for a while.”
“And by ‘insinuated,’ he just fucking flat out said it, didn’t he?” Again, the silence between the three of us told me everything I needed to know.
Oh, Louis.
He must have been immensely pleased with himself in that moment. He had always believed Charles and I had slept together during my first season in Formula 1, something I never confirmed as I knew it would only serve to make him more jealous.
I couldn't risk Louis's suspicions of Pierre growing further by making him aware that I had slept with someone else on the grid – that wasn't a reputation I wanted for myself.
”Georgia’s foot was now tapping up and down as she eyed me warily, not ready to utter the words that I could see were killing her on the inside.
“He accused you of sleeping around the grid, said that Charles wasn’t the only one…. Lily, Louis said that’s why you came third in the championship behind Charles last year, because you have been sleeping with him and a few of the guys.”
“I’m sorry… did my ex-boyfriend, who I caught in bed with another woman, dare to accuse me of cheating on him when he's had his dick in how much pussy?” I was now standing, my arms outstretched as I just motioned to me and then back to my phone like a buffoon. I was both speechless and had too much to say at the same time.
“Not in so many words.”
“Good grief, Georgia, just say yes.” My voice was laced with sarcasm as I said the words. I knew lashing out at one of my closest friends was not the answer, but the utter despair and frustration of this conversation was starting to get the best of me. My racing coach was phenomenal with data –bad with people.
“Look, he didn’t directly say it, but it’s clear that social media is inferring it from his words, especially considering everyone assumed you guys were dating… and now you aren’t.”
“Everyone thinks we currently aren’t dating because he was seen with a new blond bimbo!” I exclaimed, still waving my hands frantically in the air as I stood up, as if that was going to make my point hit home. “Of course, everyone was going to think it was my fault. No one ever blames the white man… Let me guess, Charles is coming away unscathed from this one?”
“Now that is where you’re wrong. Apparently, his sponsors and PR team aren’t thrilled about him sleeping with one of the two women on the grid, especially not one that just got out of a relationship with a supposed friend of his.”
“I didn’t think who either of us slept with was any of our sponsor’s business.” Georgia just gave me a pointed look that told me to stop daydreaming – of course, sponsors cared. I was their property until they stopped paying my bills.
“But the good news is, there is a solution to this.” Georgia’s face slightly lit up, and I immediately knew where she was going with this.
“You’re out of your mind. Like hell am I going to pretend to date Charles Leclerc. I don’t care if he’s your brother. I don’t care if he’s Ferrari’s golden boy. I don’t care that his stupid smug face could save my career. No. No way. Not a chance.” I downed my coffee and began pacing the room, but Georgia’s silence and slight uptick of her mouth told me that nothing I said had gotten through to her.
“Why do you hate my brother so much?” Georgia’s tone wasn’t as upset as I had expected. As twins, she and Charles were incredibly close, and yet Georgia always seemed so amused by the visceral reaction I had every time I saw her brother.
“I don’t hate your brother,” I bit back – unconvincingly.
“Me thinks the Lady doth protest too much,” Georgia winked.
“There’s no way Charles would agree to this! Why would he? The sponsors aren’t actually going to drop the racer all of the bookies have their money on.”
“No, you’re probably right, but his sponsors could make this very, very painful for him. Being seen having a one-night stand with a female driver who was dating your friend and a fellow racecar driver jsut days after their supposed break up, is a very bad look for Charles – and judging by the comments on his Instagram this morning, the fans have noticed. Believe it or not – Charles loves his golden boy image, and that image is unmistakably tarnished.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I believe that Charles loves his golden-boy image.” I couldn’t help but snicker, as if Georgia thought the entire grid wasn’t constantly witnessing Charles enjoy his status as the grid’s most desirable driver. The press loved him. The fans loved him. All of Monaco loved him.
Well, I guess until he slept with a certain rebellious Brit. That thought had me slightly grinning, a grin that was quickly wiped off my face as Georgia cleared her throat; her look of disappointment was noticeable.
“Georgia, there’s no way Charles is going to agree to this,” I insisted. The only thing Charles hated more than losing his precious reputation was the idea of dating the rebellious, stubborn British driver whose dirty laundry filled up a laundromat full of machines.
“He already has.”
Stunned didn’t describe how I felt as Georgia said the words. Not a single bone in my body believed what she was saying.
I was speechless.
“There’s no way…”
“There is. I spoke to my brother this morning after I chatted to Toto. Toto didn’t ask me if you were dating, but I could tell by his voice that he was definitely hopeful the two of you were dating. The Mercedes social media posts have been full of fan’s inquiries – and Toto said Petronas were asking as well.”
“So what you’re saying is none of these traditional sponsors want a grid slut… really puts a new meaning to grid girl.”
“Lily….” Georgia chastised as she rubbed her temples.
“No, no, it’s fine. No need to remind me of my place Georgia. I suppose I should be happy that my ‘hero’ Charles has come to my rescue, hmmm? Best to not look a gift horse in the mouth.” Again, I knew the sarcasm was untimely and incredibly rude, but the entire thing felt like a slap in the face.
“Look, I know it’s not what you want, but not only will it help boost both of your images, but it’ll put all of those dating rumors from Louis at bay and shut him up.
We’re looking to get ahead of things. If you and Charles announced that the two of you are dating, then Louis can’t exactly come out and say that 'no, in fact, Lily and I were dating.’ It would be much too embarrassing for him, especially since he has a new girlfriend. This stops all of the rumors about you and him and settles it once and for all.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. There’s no way this was a good idea. Even if this worked, it wouldn’t matter, Charles and I would kill each other before either of us could see the benefits of this arrangement.
"And what does precious Charles get out of this?"
"Charles can restore his image and reputation. He's always been a relationship boy, and his relationship with whatever-her-name-was has been out of the public eye for some time now. He's never been the one-night stand type of guy, and this way he can have a positive relationship that won't get in the way of his racing."
I threw my hands up in disbelief as I exclaimed, "That's just great! So now I'm helping not only my rival with his PR image but also his racing? Fabulous!" I could only hope that Georgia would pick up on the sarcasm in my voice.
"As far as I see it, you're helping each other," she said pointedly, and I knew she was reminding me of what I had at stake here. "Look, you don’t have to get back to me today. We have a couple of weeks’ break, and you have a few days at home. Take a day to think on it?”
“I don’t have to think on it. It’s a no.” Georgia just smiled at me as she sipped her small decaf coffee.
“Just take some time to think on it, Lily.”
Without sparing Georgia a glance, I stormed out of her hotel room and marched myself back to mine.
The notion of even considering this idea was so absurd that my blood boiled in rage.
Hell would have to freeze over before I would ever date Charles Leclerc.
Hate To Love You - Chapter 6 - The Lady Doth Protest (Charles Leclerc Series)
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader (OFC)
Warnings: language
Word Count: 3200
Tag List: Drop a comment or add your name HERE.
Synopsis: Enemies to lovers + sizzling banter + fake dating with Charles Leclerc. Full synopsis & master list HERE.
Author’s Note: Wow, it's been way too long and damn it feels good to be back with you all. I'm feeling good about posting 3-4k words each week, probably on Thursdays or Fridays. THANK YOU for your patience!!! It's been a crazy summer and fall, here's to a nice and settled winter ❤️
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I woke up the next morning to the ringing of my cell phone. With my eyes still groggy with sleep, I turned over and groaned, reaching over to the bedside table as I fumbled for the device. The phone stopped as soon as I grabbed it, and I sighed in relief, hoping that whoever was on the other end of the phone call had realized that it was still the morning, although I knew I should already be awake.
As soon as the ringing stopped, my mind wandered back to last night, and the horror of what I had done settled on my chest. I’d done what I had promised I would never do again – I’d ended up back in bed with Charles fucking Leclerc. Charles had once again dragged me back under his spell, and just like last time, he had managed to leave me feeling as if I was trash in the gutter just by one look on his face.
Regret.
Charles had regretted me the last time we had traveled down that road, and I knew he regretted me this time. As much as I wanted to tell myself that I didn’t care about how Charles Leclerc felt about me, I knew deep inside my soul that it wasn’t true, especially not when that feeling was regret.
I looked at my phone and immediately went to open Instagram, but before I could open the app my phone rang again, and Georgia Dubois’s name flashed on the phone’s screen.
What on earth did Georgia want with me on a morning after a night out?
“Georgia… I feel like the pre-season debrief could wait until we’re back at the office, hmm?”
“Lily, I need you to come to my room, now. Floor 15, room 1568.” There was urgency in her voice, urgency and something else., something that sounded like panic.
“… Now as in… now now?”
“See you in five.” Before I could protest, Georgia hung up the phone. I looked at the clock - 10:10 a.m., which meant the hallways would be fairly empty since most guests had either left on early flights or were still hungover in their rooms. I threw on some clothes and made my way up to Georgia’s floor, which was of course much higher up than mine.
No expense spared when it comes to Ferrari and their drivers, I scoffed to myself. The Mercedes F1 team was known for its cost savings when it came to hotels and drivers. Lewis used to always complain that as a 7x World Champion, he was lucky to get a suite when it came to Toto and Mercedes’ purse strings.
I headed straight to the room that Georgia had texted me and knocked on the door. It was as if Georgia had been standing there waiting for me, because she opened it on the second knock, causing me to fall forward, only to catch myself on the coat rack that had been placed right next to the door.
“Jesus, Georgie…” I grunted, shaking off the small moment of shock as I walked into the room. Seated on the couch was her fiance Carlos, who just nodded my way as he kept his eyes on the TV, glued to the Real Madrid game going on in the background.
Georgia motioned for me to take a seat, which I obliged as Carlos immediately lowered the volume of the television, finally turning to face me and Georgia. As soon as Carlos looked at me, I felt dread take over my entire body. Carlos was always so happy-go-lucky – and I likened him to a golden retriever, barely anything got him down, but the solemn nature of his face told me exactly why I was here.
“Is someone going to tell me what is going on?” I asked, breaking the awkward silence that had settled between the three of us. I could see that Georgia was trying to find her words.
“So… after the pre-season party last night, what did you do?” Georgia finally asked, and I frowned, giving her a pointed look to let her know that I wasn’t thrilled with her nosy question.
“Not really any of your business,” I scoffed at my ex-teammate, but I knew my cheeks had gone slightly red. I wasn’t sure what Georgia had heard, but I wasn’t about to admit that I had slept with her brother last night.
“Well, it seems like it is my business now,” Georgia quipped, clearly unimpressed with my snarky reply. Her tone sounded like a mother who had just caught a child stealing from the cookie jar.
“… just fucking spit it out, Georgia.”
“Lily, I don’t care if you and Charles are fucking. I don’t care that you and Pierre are fucking. Hell, I don’t care if you have slept with the whole fucking grid…” Georgia’s tone was sharp, and I could feel her words start to slice through me.
So she did know that I had slept with her ex-boyfriend Pierre. Guess I wasn’t as discreet as I had hoped.
Before I could get a word in, Georgia continued, “… but what I do care about, is your reputation. As only one of two women on the grid, you know what is at stake here. I fucking hate that the entire world looks at the female drivers through a magnifying glass, but they do. The world shouldn’t care about who you are with, and quite frankly, it’s none of their business… but that just isn’t the case.
What we do is, and for the foreseeable future will be, looked at through a microscope. Am I making any sense to you?” Georgia sighed and looked back at Carlos, who just grabbed her shoulder and gave it a squeeze before nodding at her in supportive agreement.
As if out of instinct, I felt my lips starting to apologize to Georgia. “Look, Georgia… I’m sorry about…” But before I could finish, Georgia cut me off, putting her hand up to signal that her tirade wasn’t yet complete.
“I’m not done, Lily,” she said tiredly. I could see that the actual lecture was about to happen, and I felt my stomach sink to the floor. By the look on her face, I knew she was more upset with me for something other than sleeping with her brother – and that thought disturned me more than Georgia admitting she already knew that I had slept with her brother and ex-boyfriend.
“Lily, someone caught you and Charles in the elevator last night. And to make matters worse, as of this morning, the video is all over Instagram, TikTok, Twitter, you name it. I had a call from Toto this morning, who debriefed me on the situation…
Lily, are you listening to me?”
No, I wasn’t listening one bit. Truth was, I had stopped listening after the word ‘caught.’ Dread started to fill my entire body, and I could feel my hands and legs start to shake from all-consuming panic.
How could I be so fucking stupid? Of course, someone had caught us. Charles was the number 1 driver on the grid, people knew his face everywhere, and this hotel was crawling with tourists.
I just stared back at my racing coach, not able to utter a single word. The silence for the next minute was deafening, and it was clear that even Georgia didn’t want to continue with this conversation, but I could see from the urgency in her eyes that we had no other choice.
“How bad is it?” I eventually managed to force out my question, gazing up at Georgia through my flooded eyes.
“Salvageable,” was all she responded.
“What are they saying?”
“It doesn’t matter.” I knew from the look in her eye and tone of her voice that it did matter.
“Bull shit, Georgie. We both know I’m going to hear it eventually from my mother, so you might as well spit it out.” The uneasy expression on her face and exasperated sigh told me exactly how bad it was, and I immediately pulled out my phone, but Georgia grabbed it from me, placing it back on the table screen facing down.
“Let me guess, it’s a lot worse for me than it is for your brother?” I scoffed, and the lack of response from both Georgia and Carlos confirmed my suspicions.
It was always worse for the woman.
“It’s not great for either of you, honestly.” Again, she paused, and as I watched her mouth something to Carlos, the anger inside of me started to explode into full-blown rage.
Fuck this.
“Georgia, if you don’t tell me what’s happening this instant, I am going to go down the hallway and start yelling until I find someone who does. Clearly, Toto and the team have asked you to tell me what is going on, so spit it out. This torturous silence and limbo you have me in is crucifying my soul!”
“I know, you’re right,” Georgia sighed. “Here’s the lowdown. You and Charles were caught, in the elevator, before rushing into his hotel room. The tourist, or whoever it was, filmed the two of you. Unfortunately, they also caught you coming out of Charles’ room, looking like you were doing a walk of shame.
“By early this morning, the photos were all over the internet, and The Sun posted a ludicrous story a few hours on the matter.”
“Please, no one believes The Sun. I mean, it’s The Sun, the crappiest tabloid ever made. Plus, these photos should blow over in a week - maybe two tops, right?”
“Yes… except this morning, someone decided to fan the flames of the article.” Georgia didn’t have to say the words for me to know exactly who it was.
Fucking Louis, my ex-boyfriend, and the gift that kept on giving. Every fiber of my being told me he was behind this, and if he wasn’t behind it, I knew he damn well would make the most of it.
“Louis was caught this morning at the airport offering up his opinions on the photos in front of tourists, VIPs… anyone that would listen…”
“Lucky me,” I sneered. “And tell me, what did my dear ex-boyfriend have to say about this?”
“He insinuated that you and Charles have been sleeping around for a while.”
“And by ‘insinuated,’ he just fucking flat out said it, didn’t he?” Again, the silence between the three of us told me everything I needed to know.
Oh, Louis.
He must have been immensely pleased with himself in that moment. He had always believed Charles and I had slept together during my first season in Formula 1, something I never confirmed as I knew it would only serve to make him more jealous.
I couldn't risk Louis's suspicions of Pierre growing further by making him aware that I had slept with someone else on the grid – that wasn't a reputation I wanted for myself.
”Georgia’s foot was now tapping up and down as she eyed me warily, not ready to utter the words that I could see were killing her on the inside.
“He accused you of sleeping around the grid, said that Charles wasn’t the only one…. Lily, Louis said that’s why you came third in the championship behind Charles last year, because you have been sleeping with him and a few of the guys.”
“I’m sorry… did my ex-boyfriend, who I caught in bed with another woman, dare to accuse me of cheating on him when he's had his dick in how much pussy?” I was now standing, my arms outstretched as I just motioned to me and then back to my phone like a buffoon. I was both speechless and had too much to say at the same time.
“Not in so many words.”
“Good grief, Georgia, just say yes.” My voice was laced with sarcasm as I said the words. I knew lashing out at one of my closest friends was not the answer, but the utter despair and frustration of this conversation was starting to get the best of me. My racing coach was phenomenal with data –bad with people.
“Look, he didn’t directly say it, but it’s clear that social media is inferring it from his words, especially considering everyone assumed you guys were dating… and now you aren’t.”
“Everyone thinks we currently aren’t dating because he was seen with a new blond bimbo!” I exclaimed, still waving my hands frantically in the air as I stood up, as if that was going to make my point hit home. “Of course, everyone was going to think it was my fault. No one ever blames the white man… Let me guess, Charles is coming away unscathed from this one?”
“Now that is where you’re wrong. Apparently, his sponsors and PR team aren’t thrilled about him sleeping with one of the two women on the grid, especially not one that just got out of a relationship with a supposed friend of his.”
“I didn’t think who either of us slept with was any of our sponsor’s business.” Georgia just gave me a pointed look that told me to stop daydreaming – of course, sponsors cared. I was their property until they stopped paying my bills.
“But the good news is, there is a solution to this.” Georgia’s face slightly lit up, and I immediately knew where she was going with this.
“You’re out of your mind. Like hell am I going to pretend to date Charles Leclerc. I don’t care if he’s your brother. I don’t care if he’s Ferrari’s golden boy. I don’t care that his stupid smug face could save my career. No. No way. Not a chance.” I downed my coffee and began pacing the room, but Georgia’s silence and slight uptick of her mouth told me that nothing I said had gotten through to her.
“Why do you hate my brother so much?” Georgia’s tone wasn’t as upset as I had expected. As twins, she and Charles were incredibly close, and yet Georgia always seemed so amused by the visceral reaction I had every time I saw her brother.
“I don’t hate your brother,” I bit back – unconvincingly.
“Me thinks the Lady doth protest too much,” Georgia winked.
“There’s no way Charles would agree to this! Why would he? The sponsors aren’t actually going to drop the racer all of the bookies have their money on.”
“No, you’re probably right, but his sponsors could make this very, very painful for him. Being seen having a one-night stand with a female driver who was dating your friend and a fellow racecar driver jsut days after their supposed break up, is a very bad look for Charles – and judging by the comments on his Instagram this morning, the fans have noticed. Believe it or not – Charles loves his golden boy image, and that image is unmistakably tarnished.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I believe that Charles loves his golden-boy image.” I couldn’t help but snicker, as if Georgia thought the entire grid wasn’t constantly witnessing Charles enjoy his status as the grid’s most desirable driver. The press loved him. The fans loved him. All of Monaco loved him.
Well, I guess until he slept with a certain rebellious Brit. That thought had me slightly grinning, a grin that was quickly wiped off my face as Georgia cleared her throat; her look of disappointment was noticeable.
“Georgia, there’s no way Charles is going to agree to this,” I insisted. The only thing Charles hated more than losing his precious reputation was the idea of dating the rebellious, stubborn British driver whose dirty laundry filled up a laundromat full of machines.
“He already has.”
Stunned didn’t describe how I felt as Georgia said the words. Not a single bone in my body believed what she was saying.
I was speechless.
“There’s no way…”
“There is. I spoke to my brother this morning after I chatted to Toto. Toto didn’t ask me if you were dating, but I could tell by his voice that he was definitely hopeful the two of you were dating. The Mercedes social media posts have been full of fan’s inquiries – and Toto said Petronas were asking as well.”
“So what you’re saying is none of these traditional sponsors want a grid slut… really puts a new meaning to grid girl.”
“Lily….” Georgia chastised as she rubbed her temples.
“No, no, it’s fine. No need to remind me of my place Georgia. I suppose I should be happy that my ‘hero’ Charles has come to my rescue, hmmm? Best to not look a gift horse in the mouth.” Again, I knew the sarcasm was untimely and incredibly rude, but the entire thing felt like a slap in the face.
“Look, I know it’s not what you want, but not only will it help boost both of your images, but it’ll put all of those dating rumors from Louis at bay and shut him up.
We’re looking to get ahead of things. If you and Charles announced that the two of you are dating, then Louis can’t exactly come out and say that 'no, in fact, Lily and I were dating.’ It would be much too embarrassing for him, especially since he has a new girlfriend. This stops all of the rumors about you and him and settles it once and for all.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. There’s no way this was a good idea. Even if this worked, it wouldn’t matter, Charles and I would kill each other before either of us could see the benefits of this arrangement.
"And what does precious Charles get out of this?"
"Charles can restore his image and reputation. He's always been a relationship boy, and his relationship with whatever-her-name-was has been out of the public eye for some time now. He's never been the one-night stand type of guy, and this way he can have a positive relationship that won't get in the way of his racing."
I threw my hands up in disbelief as I exclaimed, "That's just great! So now I'm helping not only my rival with his PR image but also his racing? Fabulous!" I could only hope that Georgia would pick up on the sarcasm in my voice.
"As far as I see it, you're helping each other," she said pointedly, and I knew she was reminding me of what I had at stake here. "Look, you don’t have to get back to me today. We have a couple of weeks’ break, and you have a few days at home. Take a day to think on it?”
“I don’t have to think on it. It’s a no.” Georgia just smiled at me as she sipped her small decaf coffee.
“Just take some time to think on it, Lily.”
Without sparing Georgia a glance, I stormed out of her hotel room and marched myself back to mine.
The notion of even considering this idea was so absurd that my blood boiled in rage.
Hell would have to freeze over before I would ever date Charles Leclerc.
Hate To Love You - Chapter 6 - The Lady Doth Protest (Charles Leclerc Series)
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader (OFC)
Warnings: language
Word Count: 3200
Tag List: Drop a comment or add your name HERE.
Synopsis: Enemies to lovers + sizzling banter + fake dating with Charles Leclerc. Full synopsis & master list HERE.
Author’s Note: Wow, it's been way too long and damn it feels good to be back with you all. I'm feeling good about posting 3-4k words each week, probably on Thursdays or Fridays. THANK YOU for your patience!!! It's been a crazy summer and fall, here's to a nice and settled winter ❤️
A Man's World has officially been PUBLISHED. Interested in a copy? Click HERE!
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I woke up the next morning to the ringing of my cell phone. With my eyes still groggy with sleep, I turned over and groaned, reaching over to the bedside table as I fumbled for the device. The phone stopped as soon as I grabbed it, and I sighed in relief, hoping that whoever was on the other end of the phone call had realized that it was still the morning, although I knew I should already be awake.
As soon as the ringing stopped, my mind wandered back to last night, and the horror of what I had done settled on my chest. I’d done what I had promised I would never do again – I’d ended up back in bed with Charles fucking Leclerc. Charles had once again dragged me back under his spell, and just like last time, he had managed to leave me feeling as if I was trash in the gutter just by one look on his face.
Regret.
Charles had regretted me the last time we had traveled down that road, and I knew he regretted me this time. As much as I wanted to tell myself that I didn’t care about how Charles Leclerc felt about me, I knew deep inside my soul that it wasn’t true, especially not when that feeling was regret.
I looked at my phone and immediately went to open Instagram, but before I could open the app my phone rang again, and Georgia Dubois’s name flashed on the phone’s screen.
What on earth did Georgia want with me on a morning after a night out?
“Georgia… I feel like the pre-season debrief could wait until we’re back at the office, hmm?”
“Lily, I need you to come to my room, now. Floor 15, room 1568.” There was urgency in her voice, urgency and something else., something that sounded like panic.
“… Now as in… now now?”
“See you in five.” Before I could protest, Georgia hung up the phone. I looked at the clock - 10:10 a.m., which meant the hallways would be fairly empty since most guests had either left on early flights or were still hungover in their rooms. I threw on some clothes and made my way up to Georgia’s floor, which was of course much higher up than mine.
No expense spared when it comes to Ferrari and their drivers, I scoffed to myself. The Mercedes F1 team was known for its cost savings when it came to hotels and drivers. Lewis used to always complain that as a 7x World Champion, he was lucky to get a suite when it came to Toto and Mercedes’ purse strings.
I headed straight to the room that Georgia had texted me and knocked on the door. It was as if Georgia had been standing there waiting for me, because she opened it on the second knock, causing me to fall forward, only to catch myself on the coat rack that had been placed right next to the door.
“Jesus, Georgie…” I grunted, shaking off the small moment of shock as I walked into the room. Seated on the couch was her fiance Carlos, who just nodded my way as he kept his eyes on the TV, glued to the Real Madrid game going on in the background.
Georgia motioned for me to take a seat, which I obliged as Carlos immediately lowered the volume of the television, finally turning to face me and Georgia. As soon as Carlos looked at me, I felt dread take over my entire body. Carlos was always so happy-go-lucky – and I likened him to a golden retriever, barely anything got him down, but the solemn nature of his face told me exactly why I was here.
“Is someone going to tell me what is going on?” I asked, breaking the awkward silence that had settled between the three of us. I could see that Georgia was trying to find her words.
“So… after the pre-season party last night, what did you do?” Georgia finally asked, and I frowned, giving her a pointed look to let her know that I wasn’t thrilled with her nosy question.
“Not really any of your business,” I scoffed at my ex-teammate, but I knew my cheeks had gone slightly red. I wasn’t sure what Georgia had heard, but I wasn’t about to admit that I had slept with her brother last night.
“Well, it seems like it is my business now,” Georgia quipped, clearly unimpressed with my snarky reply. Her tone sounded like a mother who had just caught a child stealing from the cookie jar.
“… just fucking spit it out, Georgia.”
“Lily, I don’t care if you and Charles are fucking. I don’t care that you and Pierre are fucking. Hell, I don’t care if you have slept with the whole fucking grid…” Georgia’s tone was sharp, and I could feel her words start to slice through me.
So she did know that I had slept with her ex-boyfriend Pierre. Guess I wasn’t as discreet as I had hoped.
Before I could get a word in, Georgia continued, “… but what I do care about, is your reputation. As only one of two women on the grid, you know what is at stake here. I fucking hate that the entire world looks at the female drivers through a magnifying glass, but they do. The world shouldn’t care about who you are with, and quite frankly, it’s none of their business… but that just isn’t the case.
What we do is, and for the foreseeable future will be, looked at through a microscope. Am I making any sense to you?” Georgia sighed and looked back at Carlos, who just grabbed her shoulder and gave it a squeeze before nodding at her in supportive agreement.
As if out of instinct, I felt my lips starting to apologize to Georgia. “Look, Georgia… I’m sorry about…” But before I could finish, Georgia cut me off, putting her hand up to signal that her tirade wasn’t yet complete.
“I’m not done, Lily,” she said tiredly. I could see that the actual lecture was about to happen, and I felt my stomach sink to the floor. By the look on her face, I knew she was more upset with me for something other than sleeping with her brother – and that thought disturned me more than Georgia admitting she already knew that I had slept with her brother and ex-boyfriend.
“Lily, someone caught you and Charles in the elevator last night. And to make matters worse, as of this morning, the video is all over Instagram, TikTok, Twitter, you name it. I had a call from Toto this morning, who debriefed me on the situation…
Lily, are you listening to me?”
No, I wasn’t listening one bit. Truth was, I had stopped listening after the word ‘caught.’ Dread started to fill my entire body, and I could feel my hands and legs start to shake from all-consuming panic.
How could I be so fucking stupid? Of course, someone had caught us. Charles was the number 1 driver on the grid, people knew his face everywhere, and this hotel was crawling with tourists.
I just stared back at my racing coach, not able to utter a single word. The silence for the next minute was deafening, and it was clear that even Georgia didn’t want to continue with this conversation, but I could see from the urgency in her eyes that we had no other choice.
“How bad is it?” I eventually managed to force out my question, gazing up at Georgia through my flooded eyes.
“Salvageable,” was all she responded.
“What are they saying?”
“It doesn’t matter.” I knew from the look in her eye and tone of her voice that it did matter.
“Bull shit, Georgie. We both know I’m going to hear it eventually from my mother, so you might as well spit it out.” The uneasy expression on her face and exasperated sigh told me exactly how bad it was, and I immediately pulled out my phone, but Georgia grabbed it from me, placing it back on the table screen facing down.
“Let me guess, it’s a lot worse for me than it is for your brother?” I scoffed, and the lack of response from both Georgia and Carlos confirmed my suspicions.
It was always worse for the woman.
“It’s not great for either of you, honestly.” Again, she paused, and as I watched her mouth something to Carlos, the anger inside of me started to explode into full-blown rage.
Fuck this.
“Georgia, if you don’t tell me what’s happening this instant, I am going to go down the hallway and start yelling until I find someone who does. Clearly, Toto and the team have asked you to tell me what is going on, so spit it out. This torturous silence and limbo you have me in is crucifying my soul!”
“I know, you’re right,” Georgia sighed. “Here’s the lowdown. You and Charles were caught, in the elevator, before rushing into his hotel room. The tourist, or whoever it was, filmed the two of you. Unfortunately, they also caught you coming out of Charles’ room, looking like you were doing a walk of shame.
“By early this morning, the photos were all over the internet, and The Sun posted a ludicrous story a few hours on the matter.”
“Please, no one believes The Sun. I mean, it’s The Sun, the crappiest tabloid ever made. Plus, these photos should blow over in a week - maybe two tops, right?”
“Yes… except this morning, someone decided to fan the flames of the article.” Georgia didn’t have to say the words for me to know exactly who it was.
Fucking Louis, my ex-boyfriend, and the gift that kept on giving. Every fiber of my being told me he was behind this, and if he wasn’t behind it, I knew he damn well would make the most of it.
“Louis was caught this morning at the airport offering up his opinions on the photos in front of tourists, VIPs… anyone that would listen…”
“Lucky me,” I sneered. “And tell me, what did my dear ex-boyfriend have to say about this?”
“He insinuated that you and Charles have been sleeping around for a while.”
“And by ‘insinuated,’ he just fucking flat out said it, didn’t he?” Again, the silence between the three of us told me everything I needed to know.
Oh, Louis.
He must have been immensely pleased with himself in that moment. He had always believed Charles and I had slept together during my first season in Formula 1, something I never confirmed as I knew it would only serve to make him more jealous.
I couldn't risk Louis's suspicions of Pierre growing further by making him aware that I had slept with someone else on the grid – that wasn't a reputation I wanted for myself.
”Georgia’s foot was now tapping up and down as she eyed me warily, not ready to utter the words that I could see were killing her on the inside.
“He accused you of sleeping around the grid, said that Charles wasn’t the only one…. Lily, Louis said that’s why you came third in the championship behind Charles last year, because you have been sleeping with him and a few of the guys.”
“I’m sorry… did my ex-boyfriend, who I caught in bed with another woman, dare to accuse me of cheating on him when he's had his dick in how much pussy?” I was now standing, my arms outstretched as I just motioned to me and then back to my phone like a buffoon. I was both speechless and had too much to say at the same time.
“Not in so many words.”
“Good grief, Georgia, just say yes.” My voice was laced with sarcasm as I said the words. I knew lashing out at one of my closest friends was not the answer, but the utter despair and frustration of this conversation was starting to get the best of me. My racing coach was phenomenal with data –bad with people.
“Look, he didn’t directly say it, but it’s clear that social media is inferring it from his words, especially considering everyone assumed you guys were dating… and now you aren’t.”
“Everyone thinks we currently aren’t dating because he was seen with a new blond bimbo!” I exclaimed, still waving my hands frantically in the air as I stood up, as if that was going to make my point hit home. “Of course, everyone was going to think it was my fault. No one ever blames the white man… Let me guess, Charles is coming away unscathed from this one?”
“Now that is where you’re wrong. Apparently, his sponsors and PR team aren’t thrilled about him sleeping with one of the two women on the grid, especially not one that just got out of a relationship with a supposed friend of his.”
“I didn’t think who either of us slept with was any of our sponsor’s business.” Georgia just gave me a pointed look that told me to stop daydreaming – of course, sponsors cared. I was their property until they stopped paying my bills.
“But the good news is, there is a solution to this.” Georgia’s face slightly lit up, and I immediately knew where she was going with this.
“You’re out of your mind. Like hell am I going to pretend to date Charles Leclerc. I don’t care if he’s your brother. I don’t care if he’s Ferrari’s golden boy. I don’t care that his stupid smug face could save my career. No. No way. Not a chance.” I downed my coffee and began pacing the room, but Georgia’s silence and slight uptick of her mouth told me that nothing I said had gotten through to her.
“Why do you hate my brother so much?” Georgia’s tone wasn’t as upset as I had expected. As twins, she and Charles were incredibly close, and yet Georgia always seemed so amused by the visceral reaction I had every time I saw her brother.
“I don’t hate your brother,” I bit back – unconvincingly.
“Me thinks the Lady doth protest too much,” Georgia winked.
“There’s no way Charles would agree to this! Why would he? The sponsors aren’t actually going to drop the racer all of the bookies have their money on.”
“No, you’re probably right, but his sponsors could make this very, very painful for him. Being seen having a one-night stand with a female driver who was dating your friend and a fellow racecar driver jsut days after their supposed break up, is a very bad look for Charles – and judging by the comments on his Instagram this morning, the fans have noticed. Believe it or not – Charles loves his golden boy image, and that image is unmistakably tarnished.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I believe that Charles loves his golden-boy image.” I couldn’t help but snicker, as if Georgia thought the entire grid wasn’t constantly witnessing Charles enjoy his status as the grid’s most desirable driver. The press loved him. The fans loved him. All of Monaco loved him.
Well, I guess until he slept with a certain rebellious Brit. That thought had me slightly grinning, a grin that was quickly wiped off my face as Georgia cleared her throat; her look of disappointment was noticeable.
“Georgia, there’s no way Charles is going to agree to this,” I insisted. The only thing Charles hated more than losing his precious reputation was the idea of dating the rebellious, stubborn British driver whose dirty laundry filled up a laundromat full of machines.
“He already has.”
Stunned didn’t describe how I felt as Georgia said the words. Not a single bone in my body believed what she was saying.
I was speechless.
“There’s no way…”
“There is. I spoke to my brother this morning after I chatted to Toto. Toto didn’t ask me if you were dating, but I could tell by his voice that he was definitely hopeful the two of you were dating. The Mercedes social media posts have been full of fan’s inquiries – and Toto said Petronas were asking as well.”
“So what you’re saying is none of these traditional sponsors want a grid slut… really puts a new meaning to grid girl.”
“Lily….” Georgia chastised as she rubbed her temples.
“No, no, it’s fine. No need to remind me of my place Georgia. I suppose I should be happy that my ‘hero’ Charles has come to my rescue, hmmm? Best to not look a gift horse in the mouth.” Again, I knew the sarcasm was untimely and incredibly rude, but the entire thing felt like a slap in the face.
“Look, I know it’s not what you want, but not only will it help boost both of your images, but it’ll put all of those dating rumors from Louis at bay and shut him up.
We’re looking to get ahead of things. If you and Charles announced that the two of you are dating, then Louis can’t exactly come out and say that 'no, in fact, Lily and I were dating.’ It would be much too embarrassing for him, especially since he has a new girlfriend. This stops all of the rumors about you and him and settles it once and for all.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. There’s no way this was a good idea. Even if this worked, it wouldn’t matter, Charles and I would kill each other before either of us could see the benefits of this arrangement.
"And what does precious Charles get out of this?"
"Charles can restore his image and reputation. He's always been a relationship boy, and his relationship with whatever-her-name-was has been out of the public eye for some time now. He's never been the one-night stand type of guy, and this way he can have a positive relationship that won't get in the way of his racing."
I threw my hands up in disbelief as I exclaimed, "That's just great! So now I'm helping not only my rival with his PR image but also his racing? Fabulous!" I could only hope that Georgia would pick up on the sarcasm in my voice.
"As far as I see it, you're helping each other," she said pointedly, and I knew she was reminding me of what I had at stake here. "Look, you don’t have to get back to me today. We have a couple of weeks’ break, and you have a few days at home. Take a day to think on it?”
“I don’t have to think on it. It’s a no.” Georgia just smiled at me as she sipped her small decaf coffee.
“Just take some time to think on it, Lily.”
Without sparing Georgia a glance, I stormed out of her hotel room and marched myself back to mine.
The notion of even considering this idea was so absurd that my blood boiled in rage.
Hell would have to freeze over before I would ever date Charles Leclerc.
What better way to celebrate the publishing of "A Man's World" with a new Chapter of its (eventual sequal) Hate To Love You.
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“Georgia… I feel like the pre-season debrief can wait until we’re back at the office, hmm?”
“Lily, I need you to come to my room, now. Floor 15, room 1568.” There was urgency in her voice, urgency and something else, something that sounded like panic.
“… Now as in… now now?”
“See you in five.” Before I could protest, Georgia hung up the phone. I looked at the clock - 8:10 a.m., which meant the hallways would be fairly empty. I threw on some clothes and made my way up to Georgia’s floor, which was of course much higher up than mine.
No expense spared when it comes to Ferrari and their drivers, I scoffed to myself. The Mercedes F1 team was known for its cost savings when it came to hotels and drivers. Lewis used to always complain that as a 7x World Champion, he was lucky to get a suite when it came to Toto and Mercedes’ purse strings.
I headed straight to the room that Georgia had texted me and knocked on the door. It was as if Georgia had been standing there waiting for me, because she opened it on the second knock, causing me to fall forward, only catching myself on the coat rack that had been placed right next to the door.
“Jesus, Georgie…” I grunted, shaking off the small moment of shock as I walked into the room. Seated on the couch was her fiance Carlos Sainz, who just nodded my way as he kept his eyes on the TV, glued to the Real Madrid game going on in the background.
Georgia motioned for me to take a seat, which I obliged as Carlos immediately lowered the volume of the television, finally turning to face me and Georgia. As soon as Carlos looked at me, I felt dread take over my entire body. Carlos was always so happy-go-lucky – likened him to a golden retriever, barely anything got him down, but the solemn nature of his face told me exactly why I was here.
“So is someone going to tell me what is goijng on?” I asked, breaking the awkward silence that had settled between the three of us. I could see that Georgia was trying to find her words.
“So… after the pre-season party last night, what did you do?” Georgia finally asked and I frowned, giving her a pointed look to let her know that I wasn’t thrilled with her nosy question.
“Not really any of your business…” I scoffed at my ex-teammate, but I knew my cheeks had gone slightly red. I wasn’t sure what she had heard, but I wasn’t about to admit that I had slept with her brother last night.
“Well it seems like it IS my business now,” Georgia quipped, and I couldn’t hide the shock on my face.
“… just fucking spit it out Georgia.”
“Lily, I don’t care if you and Charles are fucking. I don’t care that you and Pierre are fucking. I don’t care if you sleep with the whole fucking grid…” Georgia’s words started to slice through me.
So she did know that I had slept with her ex-boyfriend Pierre. Guess I wasn’t as discreet as I had hoped.
Before I could get a word in, Georgia continued, “… but what I do care about, is your reputation. As only one of two women on the grid, you know what is at stake. I fucking hate that the entire world looks at us under a microscope. The world shouldn’t care about who a woman sleeps with, and its none of their business… but that just isn’t the case. What we do is and for the forseeable future will be looked at through a looking glass. Am I making any sense to you?”
I just saw your announcement about your book and omg I am so excited for you!!! Man’s World is an incredible piece of writing and I could honestly read it over and over again and never get tired of it. You deserve all the success! (And I definitely want a copy!)
Thank you! Everyone's outpouring of love has been so touching, I really am just... chuffed and inexplicably full from you guys! ❤️
A Man's World - Now a Book <3 (Interested in a free copy?)
Hi! Wow, it has been WAY too long since I have been on Tumblr posting fics... and I miss it so much! A lot has happened since I've last been on, but I have a few fun updates.
"This Is A Man's World" is officially a book! (Launches October 6th!)
Man's World, my Carlos Sainz fanfic that I posted all last year, is now officially a book on kindle unlimited + kindle pre-sale (soft cover coming soon!)! I knew I loved the story so much that I wanted to post it somewhere, and finally my friends (and several of you!) convinced me to re-write the story with original content... and I finally did it.
So really this is a post to say two things...
THANK YOU. A million times over. All of your comments, likes and reblogs kept me going through some tough times last year – and I can't appreciate it enough. Your feedback and love of this story made my day over and over again, and words can't express how much I love this community. You guys just rock.
As a thank you from me... I would love to give you the new book! So, would you like an Advanced Reader Copy? I can't think of a better group of people to read the book, and I'd LOVE some feedback honestly! The bulk of the story is the same, but there's definitely a lot of fun updates. I've of course redone the names and teams, but the characters are the same... if not better <3
If you are interested in getting a copy, then send me a quick Tumblr message or an email @ [email protected] ! I'll happily email over a copy to you in kindle format or PDF, whatever you would like.
And if you're feeling wild enough to leave me a Goodreads or Amazon review (or a cheeky social post!), then this independent, indie author would eternally grateful!
A Man's World - Goodreads Link
If you have Kindle Unlimited, you can get the book for free HERE. (Pre-sale also available if interested!)
My Author Instagram -> Follow me for some fun Georgia/Luca (formerly Carlos... but still Carlos) memes, reels, videos+ my dog reviewing books. ;-)
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My second update is that now I am done Man's World (and that chapter is closed)... we can FINALLY get back to Lily's chapter. (And thank God caused I missed her.) Expect Hate To Love You Chapters to resume posting next week!
congrats on the book!! i remember reading your fic last year on AO3 and it was one of the very few fics i kept checking for new updates 😭 i'd love to have the advanced copy on pdf, can't wait to read the new details you've added! and also looking forward to more Lily Wilson 😉
Thank you!!! I am very excited <3 Go ahead and send me your email in a message and I'll get a copy over to you :) @autumnantique
A Man's World - Now a Book <3 (Interested in a free copy?)
Hi! Wow, it has been WAY too long since I have been on Tumblr posting fics... and I miss it so much! A lot has happened since I've last been on, but I have a few fun updates.
"This Is A Man's World" is officially a book! (Launches October 6th!)
Man's World, my Carlos Sainz fanfic that I posted all last year, is now officially a book on kindle unlimited + kindle pre-sale (soft cover coming soon!)! I knew I loved the story so much that I wanted to post it somewhere, and finally my friends (and several of you!) convinced me to re-write the story with original content... and I finally did it.
So really this is a post to say two things...
THANK YOU. A million times over. All of your comments, likes and reblogs kept me going through some tough times last year – and I can't appreciate it enough. Your feedback and love of this story made my day over and over again, and words can't express how much I love this community. You guys just rock.
As a thank you from me... I would love to give you the new book! So, would you like an Advanced Reader Copy? I can't think of a better group of people to read the book, and I'd LOVE some feedback honestly! The bulk of the story is the same, but there's definitely a lot of fun updates. I've of course redone the names and teams, but the characters are the same... if not better <3
If you are interested in getting a copy, then send me a quick Tumblr message or an email @ [email protected] ! I'll happily email over a copy to you in kindle format or PDF, whatever you would like.
And if you're feeling wild enough to leave me a Goodreads or Amazon review (or a cheeky social post!), then this independent, indie author would eternally grateful!
A Man's World - Goodreads Link
If you have Kindle Unlimited, you can get the book for free HERE. (Pre-sale also available if interested!)
My Author Instagram -> Follow me for some fun Georgia/Luca (formerly Carlos... but still Carlos) memes, reels, videos+ my dog reviewing books. ;-)
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My second update is that now I am done Man's World (and that chapter is closed)... we can FINALLY get back to Lily's chapter. (And thank God caused I missed her.) Expect Hate To Love You Chapters to resume posting next week!
Thank you a million times over! <3 I loved writing this story, and I really loved sharing it with everyone. Your comments and reblogs meant so much to me, I feel like I can't truly express it.
Writing this got me through some tough parts of the year, and I can't wait to share with a whole new group of people.
A Man's World - Now a Book <3 (Interested in a free copy?)
Hi! Wow, it has been WAY too long since I have been on Tumblr posting fics... and I miss it so much! A lot has happened since I've last been on, but I have a few fun updates.
"This Is A Man's World" is officially a book! (Launches October 6th!)
Man's World, my Carlos Sainz fanfic that I posted all last year, is now officially a book on kindle unlimited + kindle pre-sale (soft cover coming soon!)! I knew I loved the story so much that I wanted to post it somewhere, and finally my friends (and several of you!) convinced me to re-write the story with original content... and I finally did it.
So really this is a post to say two things...
THANK YOU. A million times over. All of your comments, likes and reblogs kept me going through some tough times last year – and I can't appreciate it enough. Your feedback and love of this story made my day over and over again, and words can't express how much I love this community. You guys just rock.
As a thank you from me... I would love to give you the new book! So, would you like an Advanced Reader Copy? I can't think of a better group of people to read the book, and I'd LOVE some feedback honestly! The bulk of the story is the same, but there's definitely a lot of fun updates. I've of course redone the names and teams, but the characters are the same... if not better <3
If you are interested in getting a copy, then send me a quick Tumblr message or an email @ [email protected] ! I'll happily email over a copy to you in kindle format or PDF, whatever you would like.
And if you're feeling wild enough to leave me a Goodreads or Amazon review (or a cheeky social post!), then this independent, indie author would eternally grateful!
A Man's World - Goodreads Link
If you have Kindle Unlimited, you can get the book for free HERE. (Pre-sale also available if interested!)
My Author Instagram -> Follow me for some fun Georgia/Luca (formerly Carlos... but still Carlos) memes, reels, videos+ my dog reviewing books. ;-)
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My second update is that now I am done Man's World (and that chapter is closed)... we can FINALLY get back to Lily's chapter. (And thank God caused I missed her.) Expect Hate To Love You Chapters to resume posting next week!
Thank you a million times over! <3 I loved writing this story, and I really loved sharing it with everyone. Your comments and reblogs meant so much to me, I feel like I can't truly express it.
Writing this got me through some tough parts of the year, and I can't wait to share with a whole new group of people.
A Man's World - Now a Book <3 (Interested in a free copy?)
Hi! Wow, it has been WAY too long since I have been on Tumblr posting fics... and I miss it so much! A lot has happened since I've last been on, but I have a few fun updates.
"This Is A Man's World" is officially a book! (Launches October 6th!)
Man's World, my Carlos Sainz fanfic that I posted all last year, is now officially a book on kindle unlimited + kindle pre-sale (soft cover coming soon!)! I knew I loved the story so much that I wanted to post it somewhere, and finally my friends (and several of you!) convinced me to re-write the story with original content... and I finally did it.
So really this is a post to say two things...
THANK YOU. A million times over. All of your comments, likes and reblogs kept me going through some tough times last year – and I can't appreciate it enough. Your feedback and love of this story made my day over and over again, and words can't express how much I love this community. You guys just rock.
As a thank you from me... I would love to give you the new book! So, would you like an Advanced Reader Copy? I can't think of a better group of people to read the book, and I'd LOVE some feedback honestly! The bulk of the story is the same, but there's definitely a lot of fun updates. I've of course redone the names and teams, but the characters are the same... if not better <3
If you are interested in getting a copy, then send me a quick Tumblr message or an email @ [email protected] ! I'll happily email over a copy to you in kindle format or PDF, whatever you would like.
And if you're feeling wild enough to leave me a Goodreads or Amazon review (or a cheeky social post!), then this independent, indie author would eternally grateful!
A Man's World - Goodreads Link
If you have Kindle Unlimited, you can get the book for free HERE. (Pre-sale also available if interested!)
My Author Instagram -> Follow me for some fun Georgia/Luca (formerly Carlos... but still Carlos) memes, reels, videos+ my dog reviewing books. ;-)
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My second update is that now I am done Man's World (and that chapter is closed)... we can FINALLY get back to Lily's chapter. (And thank God caused I missed her.) Expect Hate To Love You Chapters to resume posting next week!
A Man's World - Now a Book <3 (Interested in a free copy?)
Hi! Wow, it has been WAY too long since I have been on Tumblr posting fics... and I miss it so much! A lot has happened since I've last been on, but I have a few fun updates.
"This Is A Man's World" is officially a book! (Launches October 6th!)
Man's World, my Carlos Sainz fanfic that I posted all last year, is now officially a book on kindle unlimited + kindle pre-sale (soft cover coming soon!)! I knew I loved the story so much that I wanted to post it somewhere, and finally my friends (and several of you!) convinced me to re-write the story with original content... and I finally did it.
So really this is a post to say two things...
THANK YOU. A million times over. All of your comments, likes and reblogs kept me going through some tough times last year – and I can't appreciate it enough. Your feedback and love of this story made my day over and over again, and words can't express how much I love this community. You guys just rock.
As a thank you from me... I would love to give you the new book! So, would you like an Advanced Reader Copy? I can't think of a better group of people to read the book, and I'd LOVE some feedback honestly! The bulk of the story is the same, but there's definitely a lot of fun updates. I've of course redone the names and teams, but the characters are the same... if not better <3
If you are interested in getting a copy, then send me a quick Tumblr message or an email @ [email protected] ! I'll happily email over a copy to you in kindle format or PDF, whatever you would like.
And if you're feeling wild enough to leave me a Goodreads or Amazon review (or a cheeky social post!), then this independent, indie author would eternally grateful!
A Man's World - Goodreads Link
If you have Kindle Unlimited, you can get the book for free HERE. (Pre-sale also available if interested!)
My Author Instagram -> Follow me for some fun Georgia/Luca (formerly Carlos... but still Carlos) memes, reels, videos+ my dog reviewing books. ;-)
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My second update is that now I am done Man's World (and that chapter is closed)... we can FINALLY get back to Lily's chapter. (And thank God caused I missed her.) Expect Hate To Love You Chapters to resume posting next week!
Apparently since my little break Tumblr is no longer allowing more than 50 mentions in a post... how annoying! (Finishing up tags below for you lovely readers!)
A Man's World - Now a Book <3 (Interested in a free copy?)
Hi! Wow, it has been WAY too long since I have been on Tumblr posting fics... and I miss it so much! A lot has happened since I've last been on, but I have a few fun updates.
"This Is A Man's World" is officially a book! (Launches October 6th!)
Man's World, my Carlos Sainz fanfic that I posted all last year, is now officially a book on kindle unlimited + kindle pre-sale (soft cover coming soon!)! I knew I loved the story so much that I wanted to post it somewhere, and finally my friends (and several of you!) convinced me to re-write the story with original content... and I finally did it.
So really this is a post to say two things...
THANK YOU. A million times over. All of your comments, likes and reblogs kept me going through some tough times last year – and I can't appreciate it enough. Your feedback and love of this story made my day over and over again, and words can't express how much I love this community. You guys just rock.
As a thank you from me... I would love to give you the new book! So, would you like an Advanced Reader Copy? I can't think of a better group of people to read the book, and I'd LOVE some feedback honestly! The bulk of the story is the same, but there's definitely a lot of fun updates. I've of course redone the names and teams, but the characters are the same... if not better <3
If you are interested in getting a copy, then send me a quick Tumblr message or an email @ [email protected] ! I'll happily email over a copy to you in kindle format or PDF, whatever you would like.
And if you're feeling wild enough to leave me a Goodreads or Amazon review (or a cheeky social post!), then this independent, indie author would eternally grateful!
A Man's World - Goodreads Link
If you have Kindle Unlimited, you can get the book for free HERE. (Pre-sale also available if interested!)
My Author Instagram -> Follow me for some fun Georgia/Luca (formerly Carlos... but still Carlos) memes, reels, videos+ my dog reviewing books. ;-)
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My second update is that now I am done Man's World (and that chapter is closed)... we can FINALLY get back to Lily's chapter. (And thank God caused I missed her.) Expect Hate To Love You Chapters to resume posting next week!
Apparently since my little break Tumblr is no longer allowing more than 50 mentions in a post... how annoying! (Finishing up tags below for you lovely readers!)
A Man's World - Now a Book <3 (Interested in a free copy?)
Hi! Wow, it has been WAY too long since I have been on Tumblr posting fics... and I miss it so much! A lot has happened since I've last been on, but I have a few fun updates.
"This Is A Man's World" is officially a book! (Launches October 6th!)
Man's World, my Carlos Sainz fanfic that I posted all last year, is now officially a book on kindle unlimited + kindle pre-sale (soft cover coming soon!)! I knew I loved the story so much that I wanted to post it somewhere, and finally my friends (and several of you!) convinced me to re-write the story with original content... and I finally did it.
So really this is a post to say two things...
THANK YOU. A million times over. All of your comments, likes and reblogs kept me going through some tough times last year – and I can't appreciate it enough. Your feedback and love of this story made my day over and over again, and words can't express how much I love this community. You guys just rock.
As a thank you from me... I would love to give you the new book! So, would you like an Advanced Reader Copy? I can't think of a better group of people to read the book, and I'd LOVE some feedback honestly! The bulk of the story is the same, but there's definitely a lot of fun updates. I've of course redone the names and teams, but the characters are the same... if not better <3
If you are interested in getting a copy, then send me a quick Tumblr message or an email @ [email protected] ! I'll happily email over a copy to you in kindle format or PDF, whatever you would like.
And if you're feeling wild enough to leave me a Goodreads or Amazon review (or a cheeky social post!), then this independent, indie author would eternally grateful!
A Man's World - Goodreads Link
If you have Kindle Unlimited, you can get the book for free HERE. (Pre-sale also available if interested!)
My Author Instagram -> Follow me for some fun Georgia/Luca (formerly Carlos... but still Carlos) memes, reels, videos+ my dog reviewing books. ;-)
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My second update is that now I am done Man's World (and that chapter is closed)... we can FINALLY get back to Lily's chapter. (And thank God caused I missed her.) Expect Hate To Love You Chapters to resume posting next week!
Hate To Love You - Chapter 5 - Fool Me Twice (Charles Leclerc Series)
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader (OFC)
Warnings: language, 18+, smut
Word Count: 4600
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Synopsis: Enemies to lovers with Charles (with some fake dating thrown in for good measure). Full synopsis & master list HERE.
Author’s Note: Smut this early in the series!? Who am I? You’re welcome friends! As always, comments are SO appreciated - I eat them up like dessert <3
Pierre: You got a few minutes to meet up before the party?
I looked down at the text on my phone and sighed. I knew Pierre probably wanted to check in about Louis, but I was tired of everyone constantly “checking in”. I was tired of this entire debacle. Frankly, I was just tired. I left Pierre on read receipt and decided to text him back after I had relaxed in my nice bath, but by the time I had finished getting ready, there were only a few minutes left before I had to head downstairs.
Me: See you downstairs x
Pierre: *thumbs up*
I made my way downstairs and caught sight of Lando, who immediately saw me and pulled me into a warm and inviting hug, before continuing his idle chatter that he was so good at. Out of the concern of my eye I saw Charles and Pierre make their way out of the elevator. Pierre had a huge grin on his face and he waved at me, while Charles looked like his usual salty self.
Hate To Love You - Chapter 5 - Fool Me Twice (Charles Leclerc Series)
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader (OFC)
Warnings: language, 18+, smut
Word Count: 4600
Tag List: Drop a comment or add your name HERE.
Synopsis: Enemies to lovers with Charles (with some fake dating thrown in for good measure). Full synopsis & master list HERE.
Author’s Note: Smut this early in the series!? Who am I? You’re welcome friends! As always, comments are SO appreciated - I eat them up like dessert <3
Pierre: You got a few minutes to meet up before the party?
I looked down at the text on my phone and sighed. I knew Pierre probably wanted to check in about Louis, but I was tired of everyone constantly “checking in”. I was tired of this entire debacle. Frankly, I was just tired. I left Pierre on read receipt and decided to text him back after I had relaxed in my nice bath, but by the time I had finished getting ready, there were only a few minutes left before I had to head downstairs.
Me: See you downstairs x
Pierre: *thumbs up*
I made my way downstairs and caught sight of Lando, who immediately saw me and pulled me into a warm and inviting hug, before continuing his idle chatter that he was so good at. Out of the concern of my eye I saw Charles and Pierre make their way out of the elevator. Pierre had a huge grin on his face and he waved at me, while Charles looked like his usual salty self.
“Lily, good speed today.” I looked over to Charles and frowned at him. I had no doubt that there was an insult hidden between those words – there always was with Charles. As I went to return the favor, an even more horrific sight crossed my path – Louis had arrived with some skank clinging to his arm.
But as I looked closer I realized it wasn’t just any skank – it was the same girl that was in his bed this morning. A beautiful blond bombshell with tits that seemed to pop out of her dress. Great, just great.
Could she be more desperate? Unlikely. I rolled my eyes as several of the drivers greeted her, each one of their eyes staring directly at her tits versus her eyes.
I turned around give Pierre a ‘what the fuck’ look, but he only announced to the group, “Let’s go” before grabbing my shoulders and forcing me to walk with him, not caring to look back to see if the other drivers were following us to the bar.
When we arrived at the bar, Pierre asked me what drink I wanted before pointing to a booth that would be ours for the night. I followed Lando and George over, plopping myself into the booth as I listened to their idle chatter about Lando’s inability to see the curbs at Bahrain. As I sat there listening to them, I let my eyes scan the bar, and they quickly found Louis and his new… girlfriend? I internally fought with myself as I debated back and forth on whether I should confront Louis over text - ask him what the hell he was playing at – but as I pulled out my phone, I felt Pierre put his hand on it, stopping me – as if he knew exactly what I was going to do. I looked up at him and then back down at my drink – a vodka soda with lime, my go-to. I nodded a small thanks to Pierre, and then picked up my straw, swirling it around my drink with the ice.
Fuck, is this what my life has come to? I thought to myself. How was I so gullible to not think that Louis wasn’t going to cheat on me if I didn’t make this public? I could feel my stomach start to twist but I put my bottom lip between my teeth and bit down to stop myself from crying, a trick I learned back in my karting day. I wasn’t going to cry in front of all these male drivers; I refused to prove them right, refused to let them see me as weak.
As soon as Charles sat down next to Pierre, I tensed my shoulders up, ready for the onslaught of nastiness that I was sure Charles had ready for me this evening. He had beaten me at preseason testing, and I was sure that he had a slew of comments to make about that horrific fact.
Georgia often asked me what had changed in Charles and I’s relationship to make us so hostile to one another. Once upon a time, I had considered Charles a close friend, but after that night, I knew I couldn’t trust him anymore. I had felt used, betrayed even. Charles had taken the one thing that made me feel vulnerable on the grid, and ignored it. And now here he was, staring at me as if I was an animal backed into a corner, ready to engage in battle. I could see the words forming on his lips, and I internally braced myself while keeping my face stoically neutral.
You’re British, Lil, showing no emotion should be easy, I reminded myself.
“So, Lil, looks like it’s a good thing you left Bugatti after all.” As Charles said the words I lifted an eyebrow, staring straight at him, daring him to continue. “Better to be in the number two car than in the fourth fastest car, “ he added. It took everything within me not to throw my drink at him the moment he said the words. Bastard.
“A fast car is only as good as the team’s strategy. I’ll be sure to pack extra tissues for you during next week’s podium celebration… that is, if Ferrari’s strategy can even get you on the podium,” I retorted, eyeing him up as I said the words. His words were full of hostility, but his expression and intonation – there was something else about him. His eyes were still soft, as if he was eagerly bating me into something.
“That’s a lot of smack from a team who hasn’t won a world championship since Lewis Hamilton.” I heard my teammate, George Russell, scoff next to me as Charles said the words, clearly annoyed by the inference that neither of us were as good as Lewis Hamilton.
“Hard to win a championship when those Bugatti girls were dominating.” Lando nudged my side as he said the words, trying to make light of this situation while silently begging me to not fall into Charles’ trap.
But there was no stopping me now. I knew this was a trap, but as Charles uttered his taunting words, I couldn’t help but blurt out the one thing I knew would be a knife in Charles’ back.
“Well at least I have one thing you don’t.”
“Oh yeah what’s that?”
“A Monaco grand prix win.” I smirked as I said the words, watching my knife twist into his soul. Charles wanted to win Monaco I think more than he actually wanted the World Driver’s Championship. Every year he qualified pole, every year Ferrari did something to ruin his race. But as I said the words, Charles did something unexpected – he laughed at me, as if he was expecting me to say this very thing, and in that moment, I knew I had officially fallen into his trap.
“Well, I dare say it’s a good thing I have three Silverstone wins to make up for it.” As soon as I heard the words leave his mouth, I felt my hand pick up my drink and splash it all over his face.
Fuck, not my best move.
Charles’ face looked shocked as he picked up his napkin and started wiping down his face. The table was still stunned in silence, no one daring to make a sound as Pierre, Lando and George assessed the situation in front of them. I knew I should apologize, but the more I watched Charles dab his face, the more I started to see red – the angrier I started to feel, not just at the Monegasque driver, but at my current predicament.
As I turned to Pierre, I could see his mouth start to open, his next words dancing on the tip of his tongue.
“And while we’re sharing grievances between the group,” I snapped, looking straight at Pierre, “mind telling me why Louis showed up with Little Ms. Big Tits over there?”
“Lily, now probably isn’t the-“
“Pierre, I swear to God if you don’t tell me what is going on I will personally put a hole in one of your tires next week, I do not care,” I barked out, earning me a shocked look from the Frenchmen, but Pierre gave in, sighing in response.
“In order to protect Louis’ reputation and do some damage control, they asked him to date Karla.” Pierre motioned to the blonde wrapped around Louis’ waist. I scoffed at Pierre’s answer, turning my head to look at Louis and Karla.
“Well, at least that saves me the embarrassment of people thinking I was cheated on,” I grumbled under my breath, although I could tell the other guys heard me because both Lando and George grimaced at my words. “You couldn’t have let me know before we went on this little outing?” I accused Pierre.
“I know the timing sucks, I tried to see you before….” Pierre’s voice trailed off as he said the words, knowing they wouldn’t do much good. “Look I had no idea he was going to bring Karla tonight.” I scoffed at his words, motioning for Lando and George to let me out of the booth.
“Whatever, Pierre. You could have text me – literally anything would have been better than watching the man who was my boyfriend yesterday bring a new girlfriend to a driver’s only event. This is supposed to be a safe space,” I lamented and as I said the words, I broke my cardinal rule – never let them see you cry. I felt a single tear run down my face, but I would be damned before they would see me breakdown in front of them.
Pierre reached out to me and gently touched my shoulder, but I shoved him off, crawling out of the booth. I heard him call out after me, but I ignored him and headed to coat check, before making a b-line towards the club’s exit. As I walked outside the club, I heard footsteps running after me.
“Lily, you can’t walk home alone!” I heard the voice call out after me. I turned around to see Pierre running after me, still calling out my name. Charles was closely behind him, walking much slower and pulling his jacket closer to himself, likely cold from the vodka soda I had thrown at him.
“It’s a ten minute walk, Pierre. I’m a big girl, I’ll be fine,” I yelled at him, but as I looked behind me I saw Pierre standing there, catching his breath.
“Don’t leave because of Louis,” he begged.
“I’m not leaving because of Louis, I’m leaving because of the shit company,” I bit back, letting me words sink like a knife into Pierre who only frowned at my insult.
“Charles is hailing a cab, at least get in it with him,” Pierre demanded, grabbing my hand and pulling me over to the cab that had just pulled up. His big blue eyes were pleading with me, begging me to get into the car. I sighed, but nodded in agreement. Charles hopped into the backseat of the cab and motioned for me to hop in, but not before giving Pierre an annoyed look. Pierre gave Charles a silent nod back, clearly thanking his friend for ‘putting up with me’. I wanted to say something sarcastic in response, but decided to keep my mouth shut at the moment.
As soon as the doors closed, Charles turned to look at me, a look of disgust and frustration on his face.
“Happy now?” he asked, sliding his hands through his wet hair to pull it back and out of his face. As much as I hated to admit it, Charles was incredibly sexy, and watching him slide his hands through his hair did something to me – something that I definitely wanted to ignore.
“Do I look happy?” I snapped back, ignoring the warm feeling that was starting to grow in my core as I watched Charles shimmy out of his jacket, his wet shirt doing nothing to hide his upper body strength and abs. I tried to turn away from the view, but Charles smirked as he saw me staring.
“Enjoying the view?” he said cockily as he rolled up the sleeves of his button down shirt.
“Sure, Barcelona is pretty at night,” I grumbled, knowing full well he wasn’t talking about the city.
The rest of the ride to the hotel was silent, neither of us wanting to engage in conversation with the other. As soon as we got to the hotel, Charles hopped out and paid the driver, not caring to look back to see if I had even gotten out of the cab as he sprinted to the elevator. Unfortunately for Charles, the elevator didn’t come nearly quick enough, and I caught up with the Ferrari driver.
“Thanks for waiting back there, a real gentlemen,” I mumbled sarcastically.
“If you wanted a gentlemen, you should have asked Pierre take you home. Sure he would have happilyobliged.” The way he said happily made my skin crawl; I didn’t know if Pierre had told Charles about our past arrangement, but I was now suspecting that the Monegasque knew a lor more than I wanted him too.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, at least you’re free now to fuck Pierre.” The taunting nature of his voice told me exactly what he thought about my friends with benefits relationship.
“Someone sounds jealous.” I retorted back, baiting Charles to say he wasn’t jealous, but as I said the words, Charles shifted his eyes, not responding to my comment. Was he jealous? I decided to ignore his looking, opting to instead drag my proverbial knife even deeper.
“Surprised you don’t have Little Ms. Boring coming to your room tonight… you know, the one that clings to you like you’re the only life raft available on a sinking ship. What was it… bella? Marcella?”
“Now who is the jealous one?” he retorted, a smirk growing on his lips.
“What’s there to be jealous of?” I said tauntingly. “I already sampled the merchandise; was a little disappointing.” He narrowed his eyes at me; I could see them flicker back and forth as he debated his next move.
“Isabella and I broke up.” Charles pressed the elevator button again, this time a little frantically as he shifted his weight from side to side, clearly frustrated with how long this was taking.
“She also disappointed with the merchandise?” I knew it was an incredibly low blow to say that, but I was getting increasingly angrier at each word that came out of his mouth. Fortunately, as soon as the words left my mouth, the elevator door opened and we both shuffled inside.
But as soon as the doors closed, I felt my back hit the wall of the elevator. Charles had grabbed me and pushed me up against the back elevator wall, caging me in with his hands that rested on either side of my face. His body was flush with mine, and his face was mere inches from mine. I had to admit, in that moment he looked incredibly handsome with his wild eyes and messy hair. His intense stare brought a chill down my spine and caused goosebumps to run up my arms, something he clearly sensed because he began to smirk at me as his lips drifted even closer to mine. He moved his head the left, and I felt his breath against my neck, on my ear.
“If I remembered correctly, you very much enjoyed this merchandise last time you had a bite,” he taunted gently, letting his breath tickle my neck before slowly turning back to stare into my eyes. He slid a leg in-between my legs and I felt my traitorous body grind down ever so slightly on him, trying to remove some tension that was building up in my core.
As soon as I did that he let a devilish grin cross his face as he whispered, “Looks like your body remembers me.” Charles took one of his hands off the wall and grabbed my neck, letting his thumb caressed my lips while he firmly held me in place against the wall. In that moment I wanted to say something, anything, but nothing remotely intelligent came to mind, so I went with a classic.
“Fuck you, Charles.”
“Your wish is my command, chérie.” As soon as he said the words, his lips came crashing down on mine. His lips were warm and soft, and but the kiss was demanding. Against my better judgement, I let my hands wrap around his waist as I returned the kiss. Charles backed us up against the console as he clicked the button for his floor. The moving elevator caused me to lose my balance for just a moment, but Charles caught me, once against pinning me up against the door.
Once the doors opened, he broke the kiss, both of us catching our breaths in the process as Charles dragged me towards his door and opened it. I went to say something in protest, but he threw me down on his bed and whipped his shirt off before making quick motions to take my dress off, leaving me in nothing but my red bra and underwear. I knew I should stop this now, should say no and leave the room – but I couldn’t.
I wanted a distraction from everything going on with Louis – and now I had one.
Fuck, why had I decided to wear the red set today. Charles took a moment to rake his eyes up and down my entire body, another smirk forming on his lips as he took in the sight.
“Claim you hate me, but you wear my color, I see?”
“Pierre likes me in red,” I taunted back. I barely got the words out, before Charles’ lips were immediately on mine, his body crushing me into the bed while one of his hands held mine down above my head while the other found the hem of my panties. One of his fingers slid into my lace panties, dancing around my core as he felt the slickness that had accumulated there. Charles broke the kiss and looked into my eyes, asking silent permission to continue, which I conceded with another rough kiss.
“I bet Pierre never made you this wet.” So, he was jealous of Pierre. Noted.
I wanted to reply with something sassy and witty, but before I could give him my best retort, Charles let his thumb flicker over my clit, causing me to moan a little louder than I would have liked. That Cheshire cat grin returned to his face, and he did it again, all while holding me in place with the weight of his body. After a few more strokes, Charles slid his finger inside me, slowly pumping it in and out. As if on que, my hips started to move with his finger but Charles tsk’d at me, instead moving us both up the bed so he had better control to stop my body from moving.
“You move when I saw so. You cum when I give permission.” While a man in charge in the bedroom definitely turned me on, no part of me wanted to give into Charles’ request.
“I don’t listen to your rules.”
“You do if you want this orgasm,” he taunted back, opting to slide a second finger into me just to drive his point home. As Charles continued his onslaught with his fingers, I was caught between not wanting to let him know just how good he was making me feel and screaming loud enough so that the entire hotel floor knew what we were doing inside his room.
But as Charles curled his fingers inside me, the loud part of me won, and obscene words started to flow from my mouth as Charles continued to fuck me with his fingers with the speed slow just slow enough that I couldn’t quite reach my end.
“Fuck, fuck…” was all I could utter out as Charles began to pick up the pace, letting my orgasm build with each stroke. The fact that Charles still had his pants on while I was almost completely naked turned me on even more, adding to the excitement that was building inside of me.
As I felt my body clench around his fingers, Charles pulled them out and sat up.
“What the fuck, Charles?” I chastised, trying to gab his hands which now were in his mouth, licking his fingers clean – an act that, honestly, turned me on even more, if that was even possible.
“I said you cum when I allow it,” he said simply, but as he got up off the bed and shimmied out of his pants before reaching to the beside table to take out a condom.
“Rather presumptious of you,” I quipped, watching him roll the condom on his cock.
God, I had forgotten how big it was. A part of my mind told me I should get up off of his bed and finish myself off in my room, but as I stared at his cock that has slightly dripping of precum, I couldn’t help but lick my lips. There was no denying that Charles was incredibly good in bed. The only other time we had slept together had been amazing, even better than Pierre, but I was never going to share that with him.
Couldn’t let his ego get the better of him.
Charles crawled back onto the bed, his muscly chest now on top of me. Charles tore my panties off my body, snapping my lacing thing in the process, and used his legs to further spread mine out, causing me to gasp a bit as I felt the cold air against my heat, making me painfully aware of how open I was in that moment. His mouth grazed over my bra as he spent a moment sucking on each breast, before turning back to me and giving me a dirty kiss.
“Time to fuck that attitude out of you,” and with those words, Charles’ length slid inside of me. I gasped at the contact as Charles once again grabbed my hands with one of his, pinning them up against the bed as he began to rock inside of me, slowly and deeply.
“Fuck… forgot how good you felt,” he muttered into my ears, a comment that made my legs unconsciously wrap themselves around his waist, letting him sink even deeper inside me. “So badly behaved on track, but such a good girl in bed,” he added and I could feel him smirk and my body clenched around him as he said those words.
Damn praise kink, causing my body to betray me.
Before I could respond and tell him to fuck off, his hand drifted to my clit and he began making small motions around it, earning him a leud moan that I was sure the neighbors had to have heard.
“Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is and make me cum,” I gritted out, but he saw right through the taunt, instead opting to move even slower inside me, causing me to attempt to grind down on him for more friction – more anythng.
“Only good girls get to cum, and you, Lily, haven’t been one today.” He continued his incredibly slow movements while his thumb continued its delicate assault on me. It felt so incredibly good in the moment, but I needed more – with every stroke my body became more desperate to reach its orgasm.
“Charles… please...” The words had escaped my mouth as half a moan, but I couldn’t stop myself from saying them.
“Better,” he responded, and I knew what he wanted me to say. He wanted me to beg for it.
“Fuck you, you prick,” I bit out, knowing I wouldn’t be able to hold onto my sanity much longer. Charles only smirked at that, but I could feel him starting to reach a level beyond calm, because his hips started to pick up their pace and it wasn’t too long before he was whispering again in my ears.
“Ask nicely and I’ll make sure your orgasm is better than anything either Pierre or Louis could give you.” In that moment he pressed down on my clit, making me cry out in pleasure, and I knew I was going to cave. Hated how good he was making me feel.
“Fuck, Charles, please, please, please.” The traitorious words left my lips, but I knew Charles was pleased. His pace immediately picked up and he let go of hands, instead bringing his other hand to gently wrap around my throat as he sat up, increasing the speed of both his thrusts and thumb as each second went by.
“Come for me, princesse.” As Charles gently squeezed around my thoat, I began to feel my orgasm tear through me like a bolt of electricity. I immediately fell over the edge, that coil snapping inside of me as Charles continued his deep thrusts into me, guiding me through my orgasm before finding his own.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he called out, continuing to thrust though his pleasure as he hands let go of my throat and he collapsed on top of me for a brief moment, both of us catching our breath, neither of us saying a word.
A few more moments of silence blead through the room before Charles got up off of me, pulling himself from inside me and heading to the bathroom. As soon as he got up, reality began to hit me. I had just slept with my championship rival and the brother of my racing coach.
Fuck, what had we done?
As I turned to face Charles, his face told me exactly what he was thinking – regret. There was regret all over his face, and as he shoved his hands through his hair, it felt as though the elephant in the room had brought friend. Before Charles could say anything I immediately got up and threw my dress back on, stumbling a bit as I started to frantically put my shoes on.
“Lily, I-“
“Save it, Charles. We both know what this was, just two people letting off some steam before the race next weekend. No need to make a big deal out of it,” I bit out angrily. Charles pulled up his boxers, opting to nod silently in agreement, something that was making me feel even angrier by the minute. Charles went to say something, but stopped himself before the words left his lips. I could see the internal battle going on inside of his body – deciding whether he should say what he was actually thinking.
But there was no fucking way I was going to stay for this rejection – not again. After another moment of awkward silence between the two of us, I picked up my purse and sprinted out of the room, not bothering to turn back to face the regret that was all over Charles’ face – the same face he had the last time we slept together all those years ago.
Because that’s what I knew I was to Charles – a mistake he couldn’t seem to quit.
