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- MATURE SCENES UPCOMING!

What the fuck did I just do?

Juliette thought to herself, as ribbons of regret and guilt unraveled in her stomach.

Neymar looked between the two, before closing the door gently. "I'm just gonna pretend i didn't see anything."

"Juli-"

"Charles, I can't."

Charles's heart cracked. His eyes pleading. "What?"

"I don't know what got over me." Juliette sighed, her cheeks as red as her satin dress. "We can't do this Charles. We're team-mates. Mattia would never allow it."

"Fuck, Mattia! Our personal lives have nothing to do with our driving." Charles argued, placing his hands in her hips. Juliette shifted slightly on the counter.

Juliette shook her head. "I just can't Charles. It's not good for us. It'll mess up everything."

"What'll mess up everything?"

"You and I. Us. We can't be together. Our jobs and personal lives are too connected, it's just gonna end up in heartbreak."

Charles sighed. "I can't keep living like this, Juliette."

Juliette.

He never referred to her with her real name. Only pet names or nick names like "Juli."

When her real name was used, she knew that it was serious.

"Charles-"

"What?! I've been waiting, waiting for so fucking long. You've been such a- such a tease to me! I've watched boys practically fall at your feet, without you even acknowledging the hurt that I feel. Did you know how shitty I felt after Antoine? After you defended him and you talked to him like he was your best friend? It was fucking infuriating."

Juliette's eyes were filled with fury, she clenched her fists, the effect of the vodka shots hitting her. "S-So this is what it is? Jealousy? It isn't my problem that you didn't have the balls to come up to me and ask for a single date, or even make a move. You fuck girls every other race weekend, but don't have the strength to even address what you allegedly feel about me? The only reason why I've never asked you out anyway, is because you've never made yourself available, and when I don't make myself available, you go all crazy possessive about it. It's literal hypocrisy."

Charles scoffed, slowly. "You're being childish."

Juliette laughed bitterly, she couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. "And you aren't? You've just fucked up my night, my day, all because you can't keep it in your pants. You've ruined my first Formula One win experience."

Charles glided his fingers along her sides, Juliette shuddered, taking a breath. Charles gazed upon her flustered face, her cheeks as red as crimson. She could barely compose herself.

Though they were fighting, they still couldn't keep their hands to themselves.

"Could I ruin something else?" Charles dared to say, his hands lightly pulling at the hem of her dress. Juliette avoided his burning gaze. "Charles..."

His eyes was met by her side profile, she looked down to her left. Not wanting to meet his intense stare. Charles' hand gently grabbed her jaw, making her turn to look at him.

At this point, Juliette was a bit tipsy, and so was Charles from all the beer. Though, he concealed his drunkness quite well. Their minds clouded with alcohol and the haze of lust, as they stared each other down.

A flame grew between them, the two were too attracted to the heat, it was evident.

Juliette's saintly gazed upon him through her lashes.

How could something be so pure yet so sinful?

Charles' jaw clenched, his mouth watering at the girl in front of him.

There was an obvious attraction between the two, and in the heat of the moment, it increased intensely.

As much as Juliette had felt the desire to do countless unholy things with him, she had stopped herself.

The temptation was too real, too raw. But for her own sake, she refused, or she tried to.

"Fuck it." Juliette smashed her lips against his. It was abrupt, Charles groaned into the kiss. Before cupping her jaw and pushing into her torso more.

He slipped his tongue through her mouth, a small moan escaped her lips.

"Charles, we can't do it here." Juliette chocked out, overwhelmed by the kiss.

Charles continued to kiss her before separating their lips. "The hotel?"

"Please."

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Juliette was in the passenger seat of the car, as Charles sped through the streets of Paris.

His hand clenched around the wheel, as he placed a hand gently on her thigh.

Charles knew he shouldn't have been driving, his mind was weighed down by many things-one of them was the small affect of alcohol that he still had buzzing in him.

But the desire for Juliette overtook that a little. It was to strong.

Juliette felt an overwhelming amount of arousal rising in her. It increasing by the second.

"I-I can't Charles. I need you now." Juliette whined, her voice filled with desperation.

Charles straightened his back, a bulge in his pants growing.

"I know, baby. I know."

"Please." She pleaded more softly. Her voice shaky, as she rolled her hips in her seat, trying to find some friction that would help with the aching desire in her core.

That sent Charles crazy.

He had quickly found an alley, behind an beat down building, and parked his car there.

"Come here." Charles mumbled, as he lifted her up from the passenger seat on his right, and placing her on his lap.

Her legs locked around his waist, as she rocked her hips into him, the friction was too good, resulting in her throwing her head back. Charles' eyes gazed in hunger as he placed rough kisses onto her delicate neck, a string of moans leaving her lips as he constantly nibbled on her skin.

Charles pulled at the hem of her dress. "Do you wanna do this?" His eyes flickered all over her messy state, her smudged lipstick, her glossy eyes.

Just as she was about to reply with a yes, an idea popped into her head.

"Apologize first."

"What?" Charles was taken aback. A smirk etched onto her lips. "For calling me all those things, and being an ass to me in the bathroom."

"God, Juliette." Charles moaned. "I'm so, so fucking sorry. I'll make you feel so much better, so good. this'll be my apology to you." His words were drenched in absolute desire, a hint of alcohol wavered in both their eyes, his mind clouded with nothing but her.

Juliette smirked, lust laced into her swollen lips. "Show me how sorry you are."

"It'll be my honor."

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Juliette had woken up in a room that definitely wasn't hers.

Not to mention the pair of arms that had been strongly locked around her waist.

Juliette's body tensed with panic. She wiggled herself out of the arms of whoever it was, she didn't know who yet, as she couldn't get a clear view of his face.

As she got out of her bed, she was completely naked. Her mind was cloudy, and the events of last night were unclear to her. And she felt the major hang over starting to hit her.

She glanced over the man on the bed.

It was Charles fucking Leclerc.

Juliette's blood went cold. She slept with her best friend. Her team-mate. Her family friend.

"How did yesterday lead to this?" She thought. Though the glasses of water from the night before had sobered her up a bit, she was still a bit under the influence. Charles was too, but he wasn't as lightweight or as messy as she was. But ultimately, they were both tipsy.

Juliette thanked god that Charles was a heavy sleeper.

She grabbed a towel that she found on the floor, and wrapped herself with it.

Juliette searched the suite for her clothing, as she opened the door of the bathroom, it made a loud squeak, which surely did wake him up.

And she knew that he did, because she heard his footsteps approaching where she was.

Oh shit.