Ellasandra Monet gets swept up into the world of F1 when she finally lands her dream job, but what happens when she comes across her dream guy, Charles Leclerc, who happens to be the number one driver of her rival team?
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"For what?" I ask him as I begin to walk to the exit of the circuit. Lando followed me quickly behind, trying to remain close to me.
"For how I've been acting. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for accusing you and Charles too. It was out of order." Lando apologises, as he still tries to walk fast to keep up with me.
I turn to look at him and I scan my card at the turnstile, "It's fine." I replied, sternly. I really wanted him to apologise for how he acted, but for some reason I felt bad that he was apologising for the accusation. He was completely right about that and we all just lied to him.
He scanned his card, and began to follow me to my rental car. "Please, Ella. Can you forgive me?" Lando asks me, with his piercing blue eyes piercing into mine. I never noticed that his eyes seemed to change between green and blue, they were rather quite magnetising.
"Lando. I forgive you. But, you've apologised once before for how you've acted. And then you do the same thing, again. Is it really going to stop?" I ask him, starting to sit down in the driver seat after putting my suitcase in the boot.
He walks over to my side of the car, slightly crouching as he rests his arms onto my open window. "I promise this won't happen again. I know you're with somebody else, I'm going to respect that. We can go back to how we were, friends." Lando says softly, with so much compassion in his words.
I nod with a smile as I turn to look at him, "Thank you." I reply as I place my hand on his forearm for a second.
He nods with a faint smile as he moves away from the car, he gives a small wave as I start to drive away.
I put my glasses on, and begin to head to the hotel. Thank god for the GPS, otherwise I would've been so lost. I could barely drive in Monaco, this was something else.
The air was so hot and there was no breeze at all, I had my car windows closed and air conditioning on at full blast. In some ways, I was actually thankful for Charles ripping my Mclaren shirt open since that would've made me profusely sweat in this weather. The air hostess, however, will be extremely confused when she sees my ripped shirt on the restroom floor. I laughed at the thought of her finding it and couldn't help but feel flustered at the same time as I think back to me and Charles in that airplane restroom.
I arrived at the hotel, thankful that it was the same one as all the other drivers. The doorman greeted me with a huge smile, "Hola!" I said to him and began to say it to all of the hotel staff at the reception, since it was honestly the only word I knew in Spanish.
"Name?" The receptionist asked me with a wide smile, as she begins to look at her computer screen.
"Ellasandra Monet. Mclaren floor?" I responded as she begins to hand me a keycard.
"Oh, Mclaren? There must be a mistake on our system. It says you are on our top floor with Ferrari?" She said with a confused look on her face as she frantically looked though the database on her computer.
My face began to flush with red, Oh my god Charles, I thought to myself.
"I can contact Ferrari and Mclaren, there must've been some confusion" She says with an apologetic expression.
"No. No. It's okay, it's not a mistake!" I responded quickly, as I panicked as she starts to dial somebody. Neither of the teams can now about this, I definitely can't let that happen.
She nodded with a smile and sigh of relief, "Very well, The elevator is just there on the right." She said, pointing towards the right direction.
"Thank you!" I said with a warm smile, as I dragged my suitcase to the elevator doors.
"De nada!" She shouted, I had no idea what that meant but nonetheless I was just ready to lay in bed.
I arrived at the top floor with ease, and walked along the hall way to find my room number, 117. I could only assume that Charles' room was next to mine, 116. Of course he'd request that, that man has his ways.
I scan my key card and open the door, to see Charles there laying on my bed with a smile. He had already ordered room service, a huge breakfast mini buffet with a variety of drinks.
"How the hell did you get in here?" I ask him, as I dropped my bags on the floor and walked over to him.
He stands up to kiss me on my forehead and says, "I have my ways. How do you think you got a room next to mine?"
I roll my eyes as we both begin to sit down on the bed, "If anyone finds me here, Charles." I respond as I crossed my arms.
He places his warm hand onto my shoulder, "It'll be fine, trust me. Plus, it's only me, you and Carlos and his girlfriend on this floor." Charles assured me as he pours me a cup of water and hands me it.
"Wait, does Carlos know?" I ask him, a rush of anxiety immediately flooded my body.
Charles shakes his head, "No. But it'll be okay." He says, "I'm honestly not really sure how he'd feel about it. He seems to care a lot about Ferrari's image, more than me which is surprising."
"Well, let's hope he doesn't see me." I say with a giggle, trying to conceal my nerves.
"It'll be okay, don't worry Ellasandra" He replies as he plants a soft, quick kiss on my lips. We both smile at one another.
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authors note: hey hey!! i just wanted to ask if you guys would be interested in a Lando POV? just one long chapter, covering his perceptions of previous events. let me know!
