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Daniel caught the girl off guard. She only used Neymar as an excuse cause she knew that Ney wasn't as close to the other drivers, so she didn't expect that he would be hanging out with them.

Daniel's eyes inspected over every tiny detail of her face, the way her eyes slightly widened, the way she chewed the inside of her cheek.

He knew something was up.

And so did Pierre.

Pierre specifically knew, because Charles had revealed to him, about a month ago, that he had feelings for the girl.

Unbearable feelings.

The rest of the drivers let our awkward chuckles, before gazing over at the girl.

Juliette's cheeks flushed, she cleared her throat before attempting to come up with an excuse. "I-"

"Neymar just dropped her off at the hotel and came back to the party. He told me when I found him re-entering the party yesterday." Pierre lied, smoothly. Juliette nodded going along the lie as Charles took a sip of his water

Daniel squinted his eyes further, before letting out a little hum. Lando laughed at Daniel's expression, before taking a photo of him.

"Hey! I did not consent to that." Daniel exclaimed, his eyes wide, a bright smile on his face, Lando grinned. "Oops, my hand slipped. I accidentally posted it on my Instagram Story!"

"LANDO!" Daniel groaned, as the table burst out in laughter. Max grinned. "I have even worse photos of him, I'll definitely send you some." He smiled cheekily at a smirking Lando. Pierre and Yuki laughed along with their shenanigans, peering over their phones.

Juliette and Charles met each-other's eyes. Juliette silently sighed in relief, she was glad that the situation hadn't escalated too much, it would've been too overwhelming for her.

They both were glad that no one was suspected the both of them. And even if Daniel did, he probably moved on, as he was currently arguing with Lando.

Pierre's eyes slowly drifted onto the two Ferrari drivers, who stayed silent. Juliette's gaze met his.

They both knew that they had to talk about this later.

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After brunch, the drivers decided to explore the streets of Paris, find some cafes, maybe buy a few things.

Juliette was walking alongside Pierre, an arm around her shoulder as they walked in the front of the group. Daniel, Max and Yuki behind them, and Lando and Charles in the back.

Charles's eyes lingered on Pierre and Juliette.

Yes, he knew that the two had been friends for as long as Charles and Pierre have been friends, but he couldn't help but feel a twinge of a flame building up in his stomach, it trickled with envy, and jealousy, as he stared down their backs.

"You're awfully quiet." Lando hummed, glancing at the Monegasque beside him. Charles cleared his throat. "Just a bit tired."

"Yeah, from last night. Huh?" Lando smirked, Charles smacked his shoulder, receiving a yelp from the brit. Charles rolled his eyes. "You'll never drop it, will you?"

"Never." Lando grinned, he then questioned the Monegasque. "I'll give you twenty quid if you tell me who the girl was-" Charles groaned, quite loudly, interrupting the brit. Juliette's head turned to meet the two drivers who were at the back.

"That's why I'm walking with Pierre. Lando is a pain in the ass!" She giggled. Lando lifted his middle finger up towards the girl, and she returned it.

"You know, he's staring." Pierre chuckled, referring to Charles. Juliette chuckled. "Let him."

"He cares about you, a lot." Pierre said softly, his eyes targeted straight ahead, Juliette nodded. "I know, but sometimes he has a funny way of showing it."

Juliette felt comfortable talking to Pierre about these sort of things, he grew up with both her and Charles and constantly acted as cupid between them.

"Yeah well, it's Charles you're talking about. He isn't the best with comprehending what he feels."

"Comprehending." Juliette's brow rose, repeating what he said with more enunciation. "I'm surprised you even know what that word is."

Pierre glared at the girl, before the two burst out in laughter.

Juliette and Pierre weren't as close as they were when they were younger. But it never affected a thing, their dynamic was still the same, the trust was still there, and the overall friendship was thriving.

Pierre was sort stuck in the middle of Charles and Juliette, growing up.

He knew about their feelings towards each other, and it was always a bit awkward when being with the two of them.

Especially because Pierre used to have a tiny liking towards the girl.

I mean, who didn't? When Lando and Juliette met, Lando was a mere, pubescent teenager, and so was Juliette. So of course he was sort of flustered around her in the beginning of their friendship.

A moment of silence wavered upon them.

Juliette sighed. "Pierre." She spoke softly, glancing up at the french man, he silently met her gaze. "Why'd you lie for us, back at the restaurant? I know you know what happened." She spoke, referring to Juliette and Charles' one night stand.

Pierre pursed his lips. "I saw you two leaving together last night, you were all over eachother. And when it got brought up by Lando, I knew you guys panicked, I mean, who wouldn't? So, I saved your guys' asses because you two need to work out your feelings privately, not with half of the grid knowing."

Juliette nodded, processing his words. "Thank you."

"Just please promise me that you guys will talk to each other." Pierre stated, firmly. His gaze burning into hers. Juliette swallowed. "Um, I promise."

Pierre grinned gently. Before silence rippled upon them once more, as they walked towards a street crossing.

The sunny weather then slowly turned dull, cloudy. The sky had accents of white and grey, as the city grew a bit darker.

Everyone could tell it was about to rain. And Juliette was definitely not wearing the clothes for it.

"Shit. Does someone have a jacket?" Juliette questioned, glancing at her light, cream top, that surely would become see-through in the rain.

"I have one in my car." Charles piped up, earning bright eyes from the brunette. "Your car's back at the restaurant, right?"

"Yep."

It then started drizzling a little. Juliette panicked greatly.

"I think this is a sign that we should part ways. I got a meeting with Christian in like 20 minutes!" Max announced, Daniel nodded. "I'm gonna go too. I'm gonna shop at Champs-Élysées if anyone wants to come." He said in a posh accent.

Lando volunteered to go with the Aussie, as Pierre and Yuki decided to stay together.

Juliette quickly bid all of them goodbye, pressing a gentle, polite kiss on Pierre's cheek, before dragging Charles away.

"Where's the restaurant?" Juliette questioned. Charles chuckled at her panicked state. "Calm down, Juli. We're like 10 minutes away, why do you want a jacket so bad anyway? You've been in harsher weather than this."

Juliette rose her brow. "Seriously?" Charles shrugged, before Juliette responded. "Well, do you not see what color my top is? It's bound to be as see through as day when the rain starts hitting hard."

"Oh." Charles cringed sheepishly, avoiding her eyes. "Sorry about that question."

"Whatever, it's fine."

It took about a dozen or so minutes, before they arrived, the rain had began hitting hard. Juliette's hair completely wet, she thanked god that she didn't wear mascara that day.

Charles was also quite drenched, and definitely wasn't happy about it, especially because it meant that they would possibly ruin his car seats.

Luckily, they arrived to the car. Juliette's top was completely see-through, her black bra completely showed.

She sat herself down in the passenger seat, crossing her arms over her chest, covering up herself.

Charles gulped, trying to avoid gazing over her way.

He leaned over to the back seats of her jet-black Ferrari, and pulled a Grey hoodie. He set it onto her lap.

"Here you go." He said softly. Juliette silently thanked him, before pulling the hoodie over her torso. It was far too large for her, and it had a number 16 on the back of it. It seemingly was Ferrari Merch. It reached to the end of her shorts, which were about mid thigh.

The aroma of his cologne emitted from it, as she snuggled herself into it.

It was a 25 minute car ride back to the hotel, so of course, they had to get a little cozy.

To mask over the awkward silence, Charles turned the radio on, some french artist started playing.

Juliette swallowed, as sparks and bits of memories started flowing through her mind, from the night before.

She had realized that they were in the same car that they had sex in.

Which made it even more awkward, the tension in the air was so thick, it felt as if they both were suffocating.

Juliette wanted to distract herself.

She pulled the hoodie over her head, as she gently scrolled through her phone, her phone in low volume as some videos on social media played.

Charles had been watching her from his peripheral vision, as he glanced at her a couple of times.

She eventually had fallen asleep, her face evidently drowsy, as soft breaths courses through her lips, her cheeks naturally pink from the coldness.

Charles had realized that the rain had washed away some of her makeup - including the makeup that was used to cover the bruises and hickeys all over her neck.

Juliette adjusted herself on the seat, as Charles shamelessly glazed over her exposed neck, littered hickey's scattered on it.

He cleared his throat, as his hands adjusted on the wheel, gripping it tighter.

Sinful thoughts rippled through his mind, as his breath became a bit shallow.

He glanced over her once more, her features, her button nose, the vivid freckles on her cheeks, her long lashes.

Charles thought she was absolutely divine, he admired her, deeply.

He shuffled through the thoughts in his mind, all of them questioning different things, until one certain question had popped up into his mind.

Do I love her?

Charles's chest rose, a shaky breath left his lips.

He paused himself a little, his mind growing more and more chaotic.

He loved her thick, brown hair, the way she would play with it whenever she was nervous.

He loved her plumped, pink lips, the way it would widen as she smiled, showing off her perfect pearly whites.

He loved her freckles. God, her freckles were beautiful. The way it contrasted from her warm skin, he loved when she wouldn't cover them up like she usually did.

He adored the way she dealt with humour, her bubbly, yet feisty persona was strong. Which made her stand out even more, it was addicting.

She was addicting.

Did Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc, love Juliette Noelle Bianchi?

Did he?

He hesitated, as realization hit him like a stone on a lake.

I think I do love her.