Las Vegas GP, oh, it was all so good, you were there to work as a reporter and ended up at the Ferrari celebration party, celebrating Charles' P1 and Carlos' P3. Carlo Sainz, the most attractive guy who ever breathed the same air as you, well that's what you thought, he was certainly a bad idea.

One drink there, another here, the two of you ended up kissing and the kisses took you to the casino, and more drinks, so at the end of the night you found yourself in one of the famous chapels in Los Angeles, an Elvis cover, some friends and some random people, you and Carlos ended up married and in a random hotel room.

Your head felt like it was exploding when you woke up, the bottle of vodka in your arms, the big, hard body behind you hugging you. You didn't remember anything, you just knew you should stop drinking vodka.

"What happened yesterday?" he murmured looking around, he had just woken up just like you.