Britta stopped in front of the door to Seb's suite, hesitating before she used the spare room card he'd given her to let herself in. She wondered what kind of situation she'd walk into, if Seb and Chloe were ok and what had happened yesterday that had resulted in today's scandalous headlines. It was only just gone six am and she felt tired from a long night of working with lawyers trying to stop the spread of the images and videos online, with limited success, and her phone hadn't stopped ringing with calls from blood thirsty journalists all keen for any little detail or word from Seb. She'd also had calls from Chloe's parents overnight, worried as they couldn't get hold of their daughter, as well as a call from Seb's parents and Sabine Kehm, Michael's PR, she'd been trying to call Chloe too. As she quietly opened the door Britta was met the sound of....total silence and any worries she'd had about the state of her driver's relationship with his wife were quickly wiped out when she saw the two naked bodies tangled up in each other, sparked out asleep on the sofa. As quietly as she'd entered and knowing that she shouldn't have really seen what she'd just seen, she stepped backwards out of the door and closed it as softly as she could. The click of the door closing woke Seb and he lifted his head from Chloe's shoulder to look down at her, finally she was asleep. He hadn't slept too well himself and every time he'd woken up and looked at her she'd been awake. She stirred beneath him and her eyes fluttered open, instantly capturing his with their vibrant green hues.
"How are you feeling?" He asked, leaning up on his forearms. Stroking his bruised knuckles lightly down her cheek, he waited for her to reply.
"Like I'm hung over, like it's the morning after the night before. Just for that split second, when I woke up, I'd forgotten. I'm not ready for today, not at all ready. I'm dreading the headlines that will be out there today, the press will be circling like vultures and you've got to try and concentrate on set up today for quali and the race with extra, unwanted attention."
"I can handle it, I can handle pretty much anything knowing I've got you." He lowered his head, pressing his lips to hers, marvelling in how soft they always felt against his own as he gave her a long, sweet kiss.
"Seb?" She pressed her hands on his shoulders making him lift his head again. "How did you know where to find me yesterday?"
"You're Apple ID is still on Britta's phone, you'd forgotten to log out. Antti used one of the apps on there and it traced you to the Sheraton." He frowned as he spoke, he didn't like thinking about yesterday because it reminded him how she'd left him and how close she'd got to giving herself to Stephen. "When you just left like that yesterday, I was so worried." He rested his head back down again, nestling his face into the crook of her neck and nuzzling against her skin with his nose and lips. "I came out of the bathroom and you'd gone, you'd just disappeared."
"When I read his message, he'd given me one hour to get there. I had to go, if I'd stopped to think about it too much then I wouldn't have been able to do it. I didn't want to just leave and abandon you like I did but he gave me no choice."
"I don't think I'll ever be able to forget how you looked, standing there in his room. You looked terrified, you were trembling, his fingers had marked your hips, he'd left his mark on your skin, I noticed the dress, the white box on the bed with the red ribbon and I recognised the music he was playing, he was trying to make you go through that whole ordeal again."
"I'm glad you found me and stopped it from happening." She felt him shiver and she started to stroke her hand slowly up and down his back. He lifted his head again and kissed her, there was an urgency to it at first as he tried to erase the memories of yesterday, tried to make them both feel better. Parting his lips from hers, he looked down at her once more, frowning, still haunted by seeing his beautiful wife at the mercy of Stephen Cole. She lifted her head to brush her lips over his, seeing the haunted expression on his face. Seb responded, throwing himself fully into their kiss, letting himself bathe in the warmth of her love, then as he relaxed, he deepened their kiss taking things to a more passionate, sensuous level that always led onto something more. She wasn't surprised when she felt him starting to harden and she parted her legs in an open invitation to him, suddenly wanting him as much as he did her. The urgency was back in their kisses, peppered with little moans and groans as Chloe moved her hips, already wanting Seb inside her. She felt him getting bigger, harder and hotter as he rubbed against her. "Oh god Seb, please." She tilted her pelvis, groaning at the added friction he gave her. Seb grasped her chin with his fingers, his whole body tensed as he looked into her eyes.
"Do not close you eyes." He whispered. "I need to watch you." She could feel her body practically convulsing as his blue eyes bored into hers and he pushed himself inside her. As she felt him fill and deliciously stretch her, she moaned loudly but kept her focus on him, sure that his eyes had taken on a luminosity that she'd never seen before. He stayed still, letting them both feel every inch of their physical connection as well as their deep spiritual one. Seb was the first one to give in, closing his eyes as he felt her body give his aching length a squeeze. Opening them again, he looked once more at the magnificent sight below him. Even with her still swollen, cut lip she looked beautiful. Then he saw the mark on her neck, left by another man. Left by him, Stephen's sick way of taunting me, reminding me that he's had his grubby hands on my wife and that she chose to go to him, she chose to try and save her precious Michael, leaving me behind! She was going to stay a whole fucking night with him letting him do fuck knows what to her body! Never again! She's mine! Not his! Not Michael's! Mine! Aggression set in, aggression that Seb had to get rid of. Chloe looked up at him, why wasn't he moving? What was going through his mind? In a flash she saw his expression darken and a dangerous glint in his eyes as they stared right into hers. She knew exactly what he needed.
"It's ok. Do it." He was momentarily taken aback by her words, then reminded once again why he loved this woman so intensely. She knew him, she got him. Slowly he drew his hips back, easing himself almost all the way out. Then with a loud aggressive grunt he slammed back into her, he did it again and again and again, filling the room with the sound of his flesh hitting against hers and his angry, growling expletive filled cries. He grabbed both of her wrists to hold her captive with his hands as well as his eyes and then held them above her head. Using all of his core strength he pounded himself into her with possessive, dominant thrusts as hard as he could physically go. Bewitched by her husband's magnificence and his sheer power, Chloe took everything he gave her while begging him for more. He looked a completely different man, her Sebastian was gone; replaced by a man who's sole aim was to fuck every ounce of anger and aggression from his body, who was only after pleasing himself and was using her body to do it and his own body to punish her with. Letting go of her wrists, he lifted his upper body from hers to lean on his hands. The slight change of angle of his thrusts meant that he was now hitting her g-spot and she quickly began to meet his every move with her own. The pressure began to build and she went from thinking that he wasn't going to make her come to thinking that very soon she'd be coming hard. With closed eyes and an angry growl Seb gave her one more hard thrust before pulling out and stilling on shaking arms as he came. She tried not to show her frustration as she lay still beneath him, panting and shaking with the need for her own release while she felt the heat of his climax hitting her skin as he panted and groaned above her. This was new, this was different; he'd always come inside her, why not this time? Was this part of his punishment? She lifted her head, her eyes went from his still impressive erection to the white substance that was splattered from just below her navel to in between her breasts. She then lifted her eyes to look up, her Sebastian was back; the anger and aggression had gone, leaving behind the man who loved her like no one else ever had or ever could. He lowered himself down and then collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily, nuzzling into the crook of her neck again like he had earlier and not caring that they were now both a sweaty, sticky mess.
"No more secrets Chloe." He panted the words out. "No more fucking secrets!"
"No more secrets, I promise." She replied, trying to ignore the unsatisfied ache that he'd left her with.
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Britta looked at the couple with raised brows as they emerged from the bedroom holding hands, both shower fresh with wet hair. She was aware that Seb was running late already but thankfully the team were aware that their driver had more pressing matters to deal with. Wearing nothing more than a pair of black shorts it was clear that he was far from ready to go to the circuit yet but she wasn't going to complain, she was just happy to see them still so close despite the furore that was going on outside of the sanctity of their hotel suite. She couldn't help but feel guilty as Chloe clocked her serious expression, her smile fading as she took a seat on the sofa next to Seb. After showering with him and letting him tenderly wash her body, which ached after their earlier activities, and then her hair, she had been feeling a bit more relaxed. Until now.
"It's bad isn't it Britta." Chloe shuffled closer to her husband as Britta sighed. "I need to see." Chloe pointed to the iPad that she was holding onto.
"A lot of it has been taken down and is continuing to be removed as and when it gets spotted."
"But the damage has been done, hasn't it." Chloe held her hand out and Britta hesitantly passed the iPad over.
"These are screen shots, we couldn't stop all the press but thankfully due to time differences not all the papers in Europe could run with it today which means that we can stop them running it in tomorrow's. I know it's far from great, but it's not as catastrophic as it could have been." She looked to see Seb glance over Chloe's shoulder at the iPad and then look away, even though they'd been expecting it, it was obviously still too much for him to see. Chloe scrolled through the screen shots, one by one. With each one and each headline she felt more and more sick, she felt mortified, violated, terribly guilty that she was heaping shame on Seb and putting him through something as embarrassing as this and then awful as she couldn't help but imagine what Michael must be going through right now. Every website that had run the story had shown every single image and some had even shown stills from the videos. Time after time she was confronted with the grainy, zoomed in image of herself kissing Michael in the Mercedes motor home, of her sitting astride him with her breasts on display and then worst of all, still images that clearly showed and proved it was Michael she was having sex with. A couple of screen shots were even from porn sites. It was too much and she dropped the iPad onto the table in front of her and dashed to bathroom. As they listened to Chloe vomiting in to the toilet, Seb picked up the iPad and silently started to scroll through what she'd been looking at. Britta looked at his grim expression and then towards the bathroom, the sound of his wife vomiting was making her feel a bit queasy herself. "Erm...is that normal?" She asked, making Seb look up from the iPad.
"It's not morning sickness, if that's what you're thinking. It's a reaction to stress." He replied as he returned his attention back to the iPad, now he was looking at screen shots of headlines back home that had made the evening papers. SCHUMACHER'S PAST SCANDALOUS AFFAIR WITH YOUNG PA EXPOSED. REAL STATE OF SCHUMACHER'S HEALTH REVEALED AS MARRIAGE BLOWN APART BY AFFAIR SHOCK. VETTEL'S MARRIAGE ALREADY UNDER STRAIN FOLLOWING AFFAIR SHOCK and IS 'RECOVERED' SCHUMACHER'S MARRIAGE ALL BUT OVER FOLLOWING SHOCK REVEAL OF PAST AFFAIR? After flushing the toilet and getting a glass of water, Chloe returned and sat down close to Seb. She looked at the iPad he was now holding and sighed, hanging her head in shame.
"I'm so sorry."
"Don't be." He pressed a brief kiss to her forehead. "It's Michael who should be sorry."
"Michael?" She looked at him in confusion, what had Michael done?
"He's a married man who got tempted and was stupid enough to let you film it and don't try to defend him." He turned to her, his voice suddenly full of venom; knowing that sexual images of his wife were out there for anyone to see, he was finding being confronted with it all too much to deal with, he wished he hadn't looked.
"Sebastian, why don't you go and get ready to head to the circuit, you've missed your planning meeting so you'll have a lot to catch up on when you get there." Britta reached across and took the iPad from his hand, keen to diffuse things before they escalated while Chloe looked understandably hurt by his harsh tone.
"I should get ready too then." Chloe went to stand.
"I think you should stay here." Britta replied. "There's some press outside, they'll be all over you at the circuit and it'll take some of the pressure off Seb if you're not there."
"Britta's right." Seb turned to Chloe. "I hate to admit it, but she's right, I don't want to spend the day without you but you need to stay here where I know you'll be safe."
"And I hate to say this Seb, but Chloe needs to speak to Michael. Sabine has called me, he's very keen to speak to her."
"No. Not happening." He shook his head.
"At least let her speak to Sabine then, he wants answers Seb and I think he deserves them."
"When I want your opinion Britta, I'll ask for it. She speaks to no one connected to him." He got up and stalked off to the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him.
"I see Michael's a taboo subject then." She sighed as her phone started ringing again.
"I can't blame him. He was angry yesterday, he thinks I put Michael and his marriage before us and he even said he sometimes feels like he's Michael's shadow, I hate that I've made him feel like that. You not going to answer that?"
"It's Sabine." Britta held her phone up to show Chloe the name on her screen. "I really think you should talk to her."
"I can't go behind Seb's back, after we talked last night I agreed with him, I have to let Michael go and I have to cut all ties."
"And while I think that's the right thing to do, I think you should talk to him first."
"Can't you do it? Speak to Sabine, find out how he is? I am worried about him but I just can't go against Seb's wishes. I promised him there'd be no more secrets and I'm not going to speak to Michael without him knowing. Please Britta?"
"I doubt he'll want me speaking to Sabine or Michael either, but I'll see what I can do." She glanced towards the bedroom as Seb came back out, changed into a grey t-shirt and black jeans, carrying his black rucksack.
"Ready Britta?" He asked with raised brows, looking rather agitated.
"Of course." She stood up, picking up the iPad and her bag. "I'll come and see how you are when we get back." She gave Chloe a reassuring smile and headed for the door while Seb walked over to his wife to say goodbye.
"I wish you didn't have to go." Chloe stood up and he dropped his rucksack onto the sofa to pull her into his arms. He nuzzled against her cheek as he held her against him.
"I love you, I'm sorry I snapped at you." He murmured softly. "And I hate that I'm having to leave you here."
"I love you too, I'm going to miss you so much." She leant back to stroke her hand down the side of his face.
"I'm going to miss you too, I'll get back as soon as I can, I won't be away from you any longer than I have to."
"Ok."
"Don't leave the hotel and don't answer the door to anyone unless you're absolutely sure of who they are and if you need me, call me or Britta, ok?"
"Yeah." She didn't get the chance to say much more as he claimed her lips with his own, kissing her as though it was the last kiss he was ever going to share with her. Even Britta turned away, feeling like this moment was too intimate for her to be watching. He left Chloe almost breathless as he kissed her forehead before stepping away from her and heading to join Britta as she opened the door.
"Call your mother, she'll be worried. Ich liebe dich! Bis später!" He called as he stepped out.
"Bis später, means see you later." Britta felt the need to briefly explain as she saw Chloe's puzzled expression before closing the door behind them. She stood for a second looking at the door, feeling like she was now incarcerated, what the hell was she going to do for the rest of day?
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After sweeping past the press outside the hotel and filling Britta in on yesterday's events while Antti drove the car, Seb had arrived at the Interlagos circuit ready to run the gauntlet once more. Even though it was a grey, rainy morning he kept his RayBans on so as to avoid making eye contact with intrusive photographers and gossip hungry journalists. It didn't stop the questions about his wife and Michael being fired at him though, despite Britta trying to shield him by walking just ahead of him and repeatedly saying that he'd be answering no questions about his personal life. The walk through the paddock had been uncomfortable to say the least and he was glad to get to the privacy of his changing room, having to get into his race overall as soon as he got in with the first practice session due to start in just half an hour.
"You ok?" Antti paused in the middle of removing Seb's crash helmet from it's black drawstring bag. "That was a bit intense out there."
"Nothing I can't handle." He shrugged his shoulders as he pulled on his fireproof clothing. "But I'll be glad when they move on to the next poor fucker to try and get their claws into."
"How about Chloe? How's she taking it?"
"Well she's thrown up this morning, what does that tell you?"
"Did he hurt her, aside from her lip?"
"No." He pulled on his race overall.
"So, they didn't get as far as...."
"Antti." Seb raised a brow, silencing his trainer with just one look as he zipped up his overall. Bending to start putting on his boots there was a knock at the door and Britta cautiously stepped in.
"Everything alright?" He was immediately concerned. Had Chloe been in touch? Was there a problem?
"Not brilliant." She replied vaguely.
"What is it?"
"I know you're due in the garage, like now, but...."
"Just say it Britta."
"Due to the amount of media attention here today and the higher than normal security alert we're always on when we're here, they're advising that Chloe stays in the hotel all of this weekend." She hovered near the door as Seb rolled his eyes and then leant his head back, sighing heavily. He'd kind of expected it, but he was still highly pissed off to know that he'd have to leave her behind and spend hours without her. This would be his first race weekend without her. "There's one more thing."
"Yeah, fine, pile it on. It's not like I've got to drive a high powered formula one car at speed and need total focus, is it?" He drawled sarcastically.
"I should just warn you that Mick's here and according to Silvia, he's been wanting to speak to Chloe."
"Good luck with that then."
"Seb, he's not happy."
"Neither am I right now."
"He's staying at the same hotel and he knows you're staying there too."
"Great." He started tying his race boots up.
"He was looking for her this morning, chances are he'll go back while the first session is underway." She grimaced as Seb's head shot up while she spoke.
"Then get back there, as soon as you can."
"Do you not think there's things that need to be said between Chloe and Michael?" She tried again.
"No." With his boots now on, he stood upright.
"I think you're being a little unreasonable."
"I said no, now if you're done, I've got to go to the garage." Picking up his sunglasses, he brushed passed Britta and stormed out, leaving the door open behind him. This was going to be a long weekend.