four

NEVER NOT YOURS,
CHAPTER FOUR








january 2023



ISABELLA WAS GETTING her hands dirty, the sauce dripping down her fingers as she took a bite of the crunchy chicken burger and Jasmine was typing on her phone when it dawned to her. She would be able to spend more time with Charles before the grand prix. A smile caved its way to her lips, the brunette thankful that her assistant was oblivious to the thoughts running through her head.

Although there was a good thing, well, too many good things that has come out of the new collaboration, there's one thing she didn't like about it. This would mean her winter with Alexander would be cut short and she wasn't sure how to feel about it. She was sad because, to state the obvious, a person she was with would be apart from her earlier than expected, yet, she felt more than excited to see Charles. At this point, she wasn't sure whether she wanted to feel the disappointment from Alexander first then hear Charles excited to cancel out what Alexander would feel.

She pulled out her phone, hovering over the contacts that were pinned on her iMessage.




13:39

Alex!! Guess what?!

Ok you're taking a while to reply

FERRARI AND RAY-BAN IS
IN COLLABORATION
WITH ME !!!

But I have to start work by Feb

I'm sorry..

Isabella has notifications silenced



Without waiting for a response, she quickly put her phone on do not disturb, not ready for the bombarded messages she knew he was going to send her once he's seen the message.

She looked up to see Jasmine with her eyes still glued to her phone, so she decided to excuse herself and go outside of the café, leaning against her car as she listened to the ringing from her phone.

"Bella," a smile immediately formed from her face, biting her bottom lip when she heard him yawn.

"Were you napping?" she asked, fidgeting with the bottom of her top. Charles responded with a hum, Isabella deciding to continue. "I have the best news ever for you!"

Before Charles can respond to ask what, Isabella beat her to it in anticipation. "I'm going to be working with you starting February!"

It went quiet for a couple of seconds, the Monégasque unable to form words due to the wave of emotions that just hit him. "Bella, I'm so proud of you! You're not kidding, right?" You can practically hear his smile from the way his voice has gotten louder.

"I would never!" Isabella grinned, "I will text you all of the details, okay?" she added when she noticed Jasmine with curious eyes that looked at her through the window of the café.

"Okay, okay. Ciao, Bella," he bid her goodbye, ending the phone call with a smile on each of their faces. Isabella practically has a quirk in each step she took as she headed inside the café.

Jasmine's eyebrow quirked, "what's gotten you so happy?"

Isabella shrugged, sitting back down and popping a fry in her mouth. "Just told my family some amazing news."

"Oh! Also, Alexander told me to tell you to check your messages," Jasmine stated, not thinking much about what Alexander requested for her to do. Nodding, Isabella opened her phone and went straight to Alexander's chat.




13:57

Isa, what???

What do you mean you'll
be gone already

What the hell

This is not fair

Call me now

14:02

Isabella???

I can't believe this.
You are so unfair

We'll talk when I
get home later.

Isabella has notifications silenced



Later that night, they didn't just end up talking. The two ended up in a yelling argument, points were being thrown across the room as Alexander stated that she never made any effort to visit him on set while he did the most: visiting her during grands prix and then using the rule they made against her. On the other hand, Isabella yelled about how she never asked for any of this, the constant question of why he wasn't just happy for her being thrown.

And the unfortunate thing is, he'd avoid that question by answering with another question. She left that very same night and took a the plane to Italy, deciding to stay in her apartment there.

No one knew the brunette was there except for Charles, who practically lived with her for the meantime until they had to officially start working.



february 2023



It's been two weeks since they last spoke to each other. Alexander has been trying to text her non-stop and has been asking people close to her to text him, but they knew better than to tell Isabella what to do. So, they would simply pass the message and leave the rest to her. And Isabella didn't fully disregard him, because no matter what she did, she felt guilty about leaving her boyfriend for nearly a year again. Thankfully, Charles was here to distract her.

The pair sat at the secluded corner of a restaurant in Italy, classical music playing that went well with the vibe of the restaurant, filled with people in expensive dresses and suits. They drank and ate as they chatted quietly, their hands on wandering around under and above the table.

"Is Alex still trying to contact you?" Charles questioned, tracing Isabella's forearm that rested on the table. It was no doubt Charles was going to know about it. The woman told him everything that went on in her life, as did he to her.

Isabella nodded, rolling her eyes. "Yeah. I've put him on mute though. It was getting really annoying."

"Have you tried just sending him like," he paused, thinking to himself. "Just sending him a huge text?"

"Well, even if I did, he won't even read it. He'd just go back to lecturing me or something," she shrugged, smiling at the fact that Charles hasn't stopped touching her. "Anyway, give me some of your steak. It looks too good," she pointed out, lightly opening her mouth to wait for him to feed her.

He smiled, slicing her a piece. He was about to feed it to her directly, but decided to trace the piece of steak on her bottom lip, lightly touching it and enough for the juice to drip. Isabella looked up at him through her eyelashes, surprised at the bold gesture he'd typically never do publicly.

Without another thought, she sticks her tongue out and he places the steak on it, Isabella taking it from the fork seductively and without breaking eye contact. A good thing with Isabella is that she's mastered the art of multi-tasking, while she did that, her feet was already rubbing Charles's inner leg.

Through the dimly lit restaurant, she could see the way he looked at her, how his pupils dilated and how it was filled with lust. Isabella smirks at him, "this steak tastes really good."

"I bet it does, Bella," he smirked back, his hand now rubbing her arm up and down. "Do you want dessert?" She nodded in response, Charles immediately calling the server for the menu.

Their eyes held onto each other while waiting for the menu, as if challenging each other on what's going to happen next. Isabella's smirk never faltered, her feet going further up until it reached the place she wanted it to. She pressed lightly, causing Charles to grab her feet tightly.

"What do you think you're doing?" he tsked, his hand rubbing her legs that rested on his thigh. "I don't think this is the appropriate place for this, don't you think?"

Isabella chuckled darkly, "there is never an appropriate place for this."

Luckily, they sat in a booth which meant they can sit as close to the other as they wanted; and they did just that. Isabella moved closer to Charles, her leg now resting on top of his while she continued to eat her pasta and sip wine. Beside her, she noticed the man wasn't eating at all, but rather just observing the woman.

"Eat up," she gestured, noticing how dangerously high Charles' hand was moving.

And just in time, the server came back with their menu and Isabella thanked him. "Hm," she pondered, her eyes scanning the dessert section. "Which one do you want?"

"Anything," Charles hummed, his mind wandering towards how excited he was to take Isabella home for the night. An event like this wasn't new for them, in fact, it would happen frequently. Because they couldn't fully be together in public, they teased instead, a way to build up for what would and could happen later on.

"I'll have the tiramisu please," Isabella ordered when the server came, her attention directed to Charles as his hand was tracing patterns in her inner thigh now. "Thank you," she replied once the server said he'd be back with it in a few minutes. "Actually, posso averlo per asporto? Grazie,*" she called out, knowing that Charles can't stay here any longer.

( *Can I have it for take away? Thank you. )

"Smart move," Charles whispered. Isabella didn't realize how close he was; she was able to feel the hot breathe as he whispered.

"Charles," she warned, his lips kissing just below her ear. "They better hurry with my tiramisu."

Her eyes moved around the room, watching how people chatted and laughed while enjoying their meal and the surroundings, the restaurant moreso filled with couples. Tables covered in white cloth was scattered all around, the red and gold exterior of the restaurant exuding elegance and luxury. Combining everyone that sat in here, they would all be worth more than a million. Charles alone costs more than that. It made sense, given that this was an exclusive restaurant.

This was one of the many times where Isabella and Charles should've been cautious, instead of choosing to be naïve and oblivious. Although a private place, they would be bound to run across someone they might know - or perhaps know them.

As he walked towards the exit, he let his eyes wander around until it landed on the two, who were obviously doing what friends weren't supposed to be doing. Or he thought they were friends. But it seems that they're most likely more than that.

His smile faded and he let his eyes linger until he was pushed outside by one of his other friends who were talking, "let's go, Gasly!"













AUTHORS NOTE!
so... thoughts?

my italian finally being used heheh

this is not at all edited !
kinda wrote this on a whim last night

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