❝Falling for him wasn't falling at all. It was walking into a house and suddenly knowing you're home.❞
In which Hollywood actress Alexandra Heroux returns to the world of F1 after almost a decade, only to fall for Charles Leclerc.
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Later in the evening, the group led by Charles stepped into the bustling bar, their excitement evident as they were greeted by the lively atmosphere. The place was teeming with a mix of familiar faces from the movie set and some of the most renowned Formula One drivers and engineers in the world. The merging of these two worlds in one vibrant space created an electric energy that filled the air.
"They bought the bar out for the night," Daniel explained with a grin. "It's just us. No paparazzi or fans."
Almost immediately, they heard a roar of cheers coming from the center of the bar. Charles, Pierre, Lando, Daniel, and Max turned their heads in unison, their curiosity piqued. There, at the heart of the celebration, stood Alexandra, who seemed to be the epicenter of all the revelry.
Perched on top of the bar like a queen holding court, Alexandra appeared to be in her element. With a bottle of vodka in hand, she playfully poured the spirit into the mouth of none other than Tom Holland, who seemed to be having the time of his life. Her infectious laughter echoed through the bar as she teased him about his choice of football team.
"What do we think of Tottenham?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with playful taunts.
"Shit!" Other voices from around the room chimed in, and Charles realized it must have been the English crew and engineers, who all knew and loved football.
As Charles watched the scene unfold before him, he couldn't help but be captivated by Alexandra's presence. Her knee-high black heeled boots, red lipstick, and flowing waves of hair made her look both glamorous and carefree. However, it was the striking dress she wore that seemed to draw his attention the most.
The backless satin dress, accentuated by daring slits on either side of her already short leg, was a bold fashion statement that seemed to match her spirited personality. As he couldn't help but sneak a glance, Charles spotted some sideboob peeking through the dress, causing a momentary distraction.
His gaze lingered a moment too long, and Pierre, being the perceptive friend that he was, noticed immediately. A playful grin spread across Pierre's face as he nudged Charles with his elbow.
"Ah, Charles, it's rude to stare you know, even if it is at a beautiful woman." Pierre teased, raising an eyebrow mischievously.
Charles felt his cheeks flush slightly, trying to regain his composure. "Oh, come on, it's not like that," he stammered, hoping to dismiss any suspicions.
Lando and Max, who overheard the exchange, couldn't resist joining in on the fun. "I think Charles has a secret crush!" Max chimed in, laughing.
Pierre continued to playfully taunt Charles, knowing it was all in good fun. "Don't worry, mate, we won't say a thing," Pierre said, pointing at Alexandra, who was now surrounded by a group of enthusiastic admirers, and then miming as zipping his mouth closed, and throwing away a key.
