Once Upon A Time In... | Toto Wolff x Reader

Chapter Eight: France

You took a few, trying to make sure your tote bag was out of frame just in case anyone from the team were to see and handed the phone back.

"Amazing, thank you so much," the man said.

"You're welcome, nice to meet you," said Toto with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, sending the man off on his merry way.

As you crossed the street to the car park you turned to Toto. "He was such a creep on the plane, he kept asking for my number."

Toto grimaced, "I could tell, he was staring at you. His eyes lit up when I said you weren't my wife."

"Odd," you said as you followed Toto towards his car, a surprisingly nondescript GLC, Toto looked troubled. "Y/N."

"Yes," you replied, curious about what he was about to ask.

"Does that always happen to you?"

"What?"

"Men hitting on you?"

"Why?"

"Just curious," he said, setting your bag down on top of your suitcase as he unlocked the car.

You couldn't help but smile as you clocked that it wasn't any old GLC, but a top-of-the-range AMG line one. Of course, Toto would choose that.

"This is nice, where have you been hiding this?" You said as you settled into the luxurious quilted leather passenger seat.

"It's actually not mine, they are letting me try it for the weekend," Toto said looking shifty as he slid into the driver's seat beside you.

"Trying to impress me with a rental Mr Wolff?" You laughed, grabbing his hand playfully.

"Is it working?" He replied with a smirk, reaching across to caress your face lightly, "I've missed you Y/N."

"I've missed you too." You said fondly, turning towards him for a sneaky kiss, aware that although you were not at work, you were very much out in the open in the airport car park.

A classic man, Toto was not on the same wavelength about discretion and passionately cupped your face, drawing you in for a deeper kiss before breaking apart and adding breathily, "I've missed this."

Blushing, you replied, "Me too. It was a long week without you."

"Tell me about it," said Toto, squeezing your knee gently before turning back towards the steering wheel "Shall we make a move?"

"Sounds good to me," you said with a smile. You were finally alone with Toto, mostly away from prying eyes and able to gauge what to make of this budding relationship.

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As you sped along the coastal road towards Monaco you glanced out of the window at the sparkling blue sea below. You flew through the sleepy fishing port of Villefranche-sur-Mer, the hillside retreat of Eze and the luxurious town of Cap d'Ail in record timing, listening to the dulcet tones of French radio and Toto's local tour guide titbits along the way.

The reason why you had this time in Monaco was to oversee another Drive to Survive shoot with Toto. The production crew wanted to spend time with him in his hometown, away from the hustle and bustle of a race weekend. You'd told Sophie to tell the company travel agent that you were staying with a friend in Monaco, which wasn't too far from the truth.

As you started the ascent into Monaco, through the winding network of underground tunnels you couldn't help but let your mind wander back to the first time you'd come here. It was your third race with the team and your first sponsor dinner and had been the beginning of the end when it came to your feelings for Toto. As soon as you set eyes on him, waiting in your hotel lobby, dressed up for the evening, you were instantly smitten.