Before the Silverstone race, we returned to Modena to prepare for the up coming week. These were perhaps one of the most pleasant days Carlos and I spent together.

#

The week of the British Grand Prix has arrived. Carlos and I trained quite hard on Tuesday morning and got on the plane to England at noon. After the workout, we were both so tired and couldn't stay awake for long. We fell asleep inside each other arms, and when we woke up were already flying over English soil. Carlos quickly pulled out his phone and took a picture of the view, then a picture of me too, holding me close to him, and then set it as wallpaper on his phone screen. How sweet! 

#

In the afternoon we went to London for golf game. Naturally, it was raining, and I felt quite uncomfortable about this fact, since I was used to the warm and sunny weather in my country, but with Carlos, the feeling of being wet with the incessant rain disappeared. Sainz knew my limited experience with golf, so he wanted to teach me a little bit more, but imagining the rain soaking me all the time, I somehow preferred to stay on the terrace of the golf club, with a cup of hot coffee, wrapped in a blanket, and watch my beautiful friend cuts the air with his stick. He had a strange authority in his bearing, an exciting aggressiveness in his movements and an enviable confidence, and every stroke of his golf ball reminded me of his work in bed, and something unholy swirled in my head. I couldn't figure myself out, I've never been like that before, I can put everyone in my little pocket, aggressively defensive, easily outbursts, even prone to fights, but for relationships and... other things, mostly a counselor than main actor. But he provoked me, Carlos himself provoked me with his appearance, his behavior.

#

In the evening I was sitting in bed scrolling through my phone while Carlos was taking a shower and Arthur had sent me a video message:

 "Hey Lissie! I know how much you love piano music, so here's something from me for you... Let me share it with the world, but know it's from your beloved brother by soul. <3" I played his music and really cried over it. He and Charles were talented at touching people's souls, especially mine. And as if hearing the piano music, Sainz quickly came out of the bathroom. But I was able to stop the record and hide from him what I received as a message. It was crazy, but I was doing it - I knew Carlos was jealous, and I didn't want him to get into a full Latino mood. The Spaniard came up to me and kissed me like he always did, then glanced at my phone, which had been set aside. And to keep him from starting the questions I was sure he was going to ask, I instantly pulled him close and had his full attention with... Well, I think you can guess what Carlos and I did most of the time.

#

 Wednesday was, as usual, a day free from activities in the paddock, but Carlos was invited to some sort of Ferrari event. The Spaniard wanted me to go with him, but this time I refused. The weather was sunny and pleasant, atypical for London, and I couldn't miss it. I wanted to walk around and explore the city where every corner screamed royalty. Also, Kika offered me lunch with Carmen. Women's day. How long have I been waiting for this. 

 So we both left the room - he dressed in his red uniform and me in a baggy black shirt and jeans ripped at the knees. I hadn't dressed so sloppily in a long time, even Sainz allowed himself to give me a slight criticism, but presented with his typical playfulness - "I would have ripped off these jeans if we had more time"

 Well, that might not have been the most romantic thing I've ever been told, but spoken by Carlos, accompanied by a passionate kiss, it became something very turning on.

#

A few hours later I was sitting with the girls in a restaurant with a terrace facing the Thames. I had looked at the waters of the river and how the rays were reflected in it and I was unconsciously smiling. I remembered the day Charles showed me around Monaco and we both sat on the edge of the cliff, staring out into the sunny sea waters. The recent vlog of his home race brought back old memories from back then and reopened the barely healed wounds in my heart. I felt so confused, but I knew for sure that I missed communication with Leclerc.

 - Girl, are you here? - I heard Carmen's voice and I suddenly came back to reality.

 - Me, am I here? -  I looked at them confused, then laughed. -  Where else should I be?

- It seems to me that only with your body here - Kika said, sipping her cocktail. - Come on honey, spill the tea!

 - I don't have... a tea to spill - I rolled my eyes. - I was just enjoying the water and...

 - You're thinking about your boyfriend, aren't you? - Carmen interrupted me, and I opened my eyes wider  and swallowed hard.

 I should have been thinking about my boyfriend, but I was back in memories again. I didn't answer, just nodded and felt myself blush.

- But why are you blushing dear, it's quite normal - laughed George's girlfriend. - Do you know that they say that if a person is not out of your mind, then he is also thinking about you.

 I choked on the lemonade I was just sipping and blushed even more.

 - Chica, leave her alone, she is very shy when it comes to her personal life - Kika winked at me, handing me a dry tissue. - But I want to tell you that you look very good - you really glowing.

 - Glowing? - I was surprised, wiping myself - What does this mean?

 - Honey, I saw you on the camera in Austria - continued Gomes - Your eyes are like the sun, your skin is fresh and as far as I can see you are in top shape. Do you work out a lot with Carlos?

 - We are in the hall every day...- I looked down at my pasta. Pesto... Why did I order pasta with pesto?!

 - And outside the hall - Carmen giggled, and I looked at her sternly.

 - Girls, why don't you look at your sheets? - I asked with feigned insult. - Didn't you understand that I won't tell you anything?

 At that moment, Kika received some kind of message. After a few minutes and a ring... Quite insistent. And she looked down.

- I told my fool not to bother me when I'm with my girlfriends - she sighed heavily, ignoring her phone.

 But our conversation was interrupted again by Pierre's insistent ringing.

 - Pick up, it might be important - I told her. - I would be worried if my husband called me like that... It's hardly for gossip.

 Kika rolled her eyes and finally picked up her phone. I used this moment to go to the toilet. I wondered if it was really as she claimed and looked in the mirror. There was really a change in me, the bags under my eyes were gone, never mind that the amount of sleep was the same. But if Carlos was influencing so well over me, why did my mind keep coming back to Charles. I closed my eyes and sighed heavily. I felt like things got more confusing as time went on.

 When I came back from the toilet, I noticed that the mood at the table had become minor. This was strange because both girls were happy when I dropped them off.

 - What's up ladies? - I asked with a slight smile, but when I saw their worried looks, I changed my tone: - Kika, had something happen?

- Lissie, it's okay - Carmen said and took my hand, but Gomez remained silent and looked down.

 - Kika I'm asking you something! -  I said seriously. - Gomez, tell me what's going on or I'll raise my voice.

 - You know that you are in my heart, Lissa? - began the girl uncertainly.

 - For God's sake, Kika tell me what is happening! - I hit the table with my fist and got up from my seat.

 My two friends looked at each other, Carmen nodded, then Pierre's girlfriend handed me her phone. Carlos was leaving the event, and a woman got into the car next to him. My heart raced and in an instant everything went black. I almost dropped the phone from my hand when Kika quickly snatched it away and Carmen tried to help me from fainting. I clutched my chest and exhaled heavily several times.

- Look Lissie, it might not be... - George's girlfriend began.

 - I'll find out what it is! - I hissed. - Don't explain to me!

 At that moment a waiter passed me with a tray on which were two glasses of gin - a typical British drink. Without batting an eye, I grabbed one glass from the tray and drank it all at once. I shuddered at the bitter taste, and the alcohol literally burned my throat.

- Hey, that's my drink! - shouted a man in a suit from the table next to us.

 - Shut up you wretch! - I answered him in the rudest possible tone. I took the other glass and drank it too in one go. - Suck it!

 The man jumped from his seat, and the two girls who were with me tried to defuse the growing tension by turning to apologize. During this time, I quickly gathered my things in my nervously shaking hands and threw 100 pounds on the table, then turned and headed for the door of the restaurant.

 - Lissa, Lissa, wait! -  Kika shouted after me. - Where are you going now? What are you going to do?

 - I'm going to find out what's going on! - I answered her clenching my teeth tightly. - I already lost one person like that, but this time I won't leave it like that!

- Lissa, don't act... - Carmen began, but I cut her off.

 - Don't tell me how to act... I know very well how to fight back. Apparently I do it all the time!

 And I turned my back on the two ladies then left the restaurant.

#

When I got back to the hotel, the first thing I did was go to Carlos' room and look for him. But he wasn't there. I threw my things in the middle of the living room, went to the bathroom and decided to take a warm bath to think about what had happened. Why did the events repeat themselves? I was going crazy. I was ready to beat him up. And my head hurt. Whether it was the stupid gin I drank in a fit of rage or the nerves that set in. No, I'm Lissa Bernardi! I'm never the second! Never!

 I don't know how much time passed, but it was evening when Carlos came home. I was sitting on the sofa in the small living room, scrolling on my phone. I had taken one of his white Ferrari T-shirts, ignoring all 300 items of clothing in my suitcases. Sainz grinned seeing me in just his T-shirt and came to greet me with the traditional kiss but I pulled away. He looked at me embarrassed, and I barely kept myself from starting a fight. I tried to calm myself and him down by telling I wanted him to take a shower first. He seemed to accept it and before heading to the bathroom he at least kissed my cheek. And I followed him with narrowed eyes and a murderous look.

 When he came back already bathed and dressed, I had put on some popular science show about wildebeests. The poor animals, how the predators, their enemies, attacked them to tear them apart and eat them. How could such a beautiful, graceful animal want to kill it. Carlos constantly tried to talk to me, to play with me, but I was either laconic or pulled away.

- Muñeca, will you tell me what's wrong with you?! - he finally raised the question and stopped the TV.

 I turned to him with a poker face and coldly said:

 - What's going on? Everything is fine.

- No, it's not right... - Sainz shook his head. - You usually don't stop talking during the shows, you've never pulled away before when I try to touch you... We haven't been together all day and you're acting so cold?

 - Yes, all day - I smiled mischievously and stood up. - What do you do all day?

 - You know, I was at the Ferrari event, then there was a working lunch, I worked out with Caco and Rupert...

 - Work out... is that how you call it yet? - I asked and grabbed my phone, opening the video I asked Kika to send me. - What is this? Huh?

 Carlos watched and raised his eyebrows.

 - I ask you what is it?! - I raised my voice. - Answer! Who is she?!

- Muñeca, it's not what it seems... - he began.

 - Can't you be a little more original? - I shouted and threw my phone. - Or you are like all men! And you are the same as your teammate.

 - Lissa, stop! - Carlos raised his voice. Apparently the mention of Charles was something that unleashed the fury in him. - Do you know what PR is? You know right?! It's all work!

 - Have fun with your work! - I pushed him so I could pass. - Caco is your PR manager! Is that how he does PR?

 - Lissa, I do things I'm told! -  Carlos justified himself.

- Ha, Vasseur told me not to pick on either of you two because he'd fire me, but I broke his rule, didn't I! - I shouted, waving my hands. - As always, I object to the things that come down to me from the boss, but you are such a mouse, you execute! Wretched!

- So that's what you talked about in Monaco - Sainz said.

 - It does not matter! - I screamed at the top of my lungs. - What, are you fucking the strategist to work for you during the races?

 The Spaniard's face darkened, and the fires of rage seemed to burn in his eyes. He walked up to me, which was welcome enough for me to slap him.

 - You know what Carlos? -  I said, tying my hair into a ponytail. - You are the same disappointment as your teammate, and I thought you were different! Live in your PR world, I won't interfere. But like I said, I won't be the second!

And while Sainz was still stunned by the slap, I managed to open the apartment door, forgetting that I was only in his T - shirt and underwear. I wanted to get out but his strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me back inside. He slammed the door behind me, locked it, and within seconds I was back in my "favorite" position - back to the door and his body against me, both of his arms around my head, blocking my ability to move. And now I just wanted to kick him between the legs.

 - I've never had the idea of ​​just fucking you to get better positions on the team - he said through gritted teeth. - And you were never, never the second... And always the only one!

 - Tell this nonsense to someone else! - I hissed. - I will not be blinded by this!

 - Oh, Muñeca... - Carlos closed the distance between us. - I don't say things without feeling them... Don't forget that I told you many times that I love you without getting an answer from you...

 Point for him.

 - And that we haven't made our relationship public yet - he leaned even closer.

 One more point for him.

 - And that the circus is for the people, and we here... have our own show.

 - Keeping up with the Ferrari's - I gritted my teeth. - Kid's thing!

 - Oh, Muñeca... - his lips were millimeters from mine. - Do you know how sexy you are to me when you are angry?

 I pursed my lips to keep my distance. I was still furious.

 - And my T-shirt fits you...uniquely...- he continued in a whisper, and his hands ended up around the edge of the T- shirt - But I prefer you without it.

 I closed my eyes. The next moment, the T-shirt was on the ground, Carlos' lips on my neck. At first I wanted to push him away, to get him off of me, but the kisses descended all over my body, making my skin crawl. I could feel his lips all over me. Literally. And a soft moan escaped my lips. The Spaniard returned to my lips and before kissing me asked:

 - Do you forgive me... little... sweet.. Lissie?

 - It depends - I said breathlessly.

 - Are you challenging me?

 - Yes.

 And he pressed our lips in a passionate rough kiss. And as always the intense pressure, the sweet pain mixed with pleasure, making me cry for more and more of them. And those not-so-subtle moans filling the room. He was dominating here, and I hated someone dominating me... and that made me even more angry.

#

I was laying in the bed and watching his sweaty chest rise and fall evenly. I still couldn't believe what was happening to me, until a while ago I was angry and now... Apparently this was what Kika was talking about.

 - What do you think about? - I heard his hoarse voice and I shivered.

 - That Kika was right - I smiled and turned fully to him.

 - For which? - the Spaniard laughed without opening his eyes, and I bit my lip.

 - That make-up sex is the best - I felt myself blushing.

 - Does this mean you have forgiven me? - he asked hopefully and finally looked at me with his big hazel eyes.

 - I had to forgive you too many times, Sainz - I winked at him playfully, and he rose on his elbows.

- Wasn't my performance sufficiently...satisfactory? - he asked with a lustful smile.

 - You know that for my forgiveness you have to try harder - I whispered.

 Carlos didn't wait for a second invitation and immediately his lips were on mine. When we parted he picked up a lock of my hair and caressed me gently.

- You're beautiful - he whispered. - I love you, Muñeca... Really...

 I smiled and ran a finger along his cheekbone and then along his jawline. His big brown eyes scanned my face, and I could see in them that he really felt what he was saying. I believed him. I believed and forgave for a second time. But I listened to him, and to Charles didn't. Why?

- I think it's time to sleep, babe - I mumbled. - You have a long media day tomorrow.

 - Would you like to go for a walk afterwards? - Sainz asked in a hopeful tone.

 - With the greatest pleasure, Chili - I replied with a smile.

 He kissed me again, then pulled me into a gentle hug. I rested my head on his chest and we both sighed at the same time. He dreamily, and I... as if to remove some weight from my shoulders.

 - Good night Princess! - his lips gently touched the top of my head.

 I didn't answer, but looked at the ruby ​​bracelet on my wrist. I had a feeling that here too I would meet Chess Player and discover another stone, and Carlos would help me by showing me around the city.

Notes: Heeey lovely people! I am back after one month absence and too many things over my head 🙄  So anyway, I am sorry that I disappeared, probably disappointed you, but I hope you are not too mad at me and will continue following the story line. I promise more Chissa moments from now on, as an apology for not posting for so long. 😁

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