Being part of Charles’ staff had always been a delicate balancing act. Your relationship was forbidden, a secret you both guarded fiercely, but the pull between you was impossible to resist. During the break, the two of you had stayed connected — late-night video calls, sweet messages, and photos that made the distance feel a little less unbearable. It was dangerous, thrilling, and everything you weren’t supposed to have.

When the first GP of the new season arrived, your excitement to see him was undeniable. You could barely contain yourself as you made your way to the paddock, your heart racing with anticipation. The moment you arrived, you headed straight for the boxes, eager to find him. Room 16 — his room. You didn’t think twice as you pushed the door open, your smile already forming.

But what you saw stopped you cold.

Charles was there, shirtless, his arms wrapped around a brunette girl who was perched on his lap. Their lips were locked, his hands resting on her waist as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The sight hit you like a punch to the gut, the air leaving your lungs in a rush.

He pulled back slightly, his expression shifting as he noticed the door open. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, there was something unreadable in his gaze. Then, with an arrogant smirk, he said. “It’s a good idea to knock before entering.”

The casualness of his tone, the way he dismissed your presence as if it meant nothing, made your chest tighten. You stood frozen in the doorway, the weight of betrayal crashing down on you. He had been playing with you all along, and now, the truth was staring you in the face.