“Please what, dear?”
The only answer was the sound of the gavel, which might just as well have been pounded against Ceci’s head. She felt the beginning of a massive headache.
“Sold to the lucky lady sitting at table thirteen!”
??F1 AUCTION CHAOS??
Tonight’s charity date auction went from W toWTFin record time. Sir Clarke—Mr. Chivalry-on-Wheels—walked onstage with a black eye looking like he just lost a bar fight with Ian Anker. BUT WAIT FOR IT—Plot twist: the winning bid came from none other than Blue Jet Lightning Team Principal Ceci Rivers??????Yes.HER.Either enemies-to-lovers is trending, or this is the most aggressive flirty revenge anyone’s ever paid top $$$ for??
#BlackEyeAndAFatCheck #RivalsWithBenefits
#FIAAboutToNeedARelationshipClause
??F1 FANGIRL SLIGHTLY UNHINGED
UMMM EXCUSE ME??????? Sir Clarke shows up at a charity date auction with a BLACK EYE??? The king of clean racing, good manners, and actual KNIGHTHOOD?????And THEN—BECAUSE THIS IS APPARENTLY A FANFIC NOW—Team Principal Ceci Rivers, aka hischief rival, bids on him. And WINS.????Someone please check if Netflix is filming because this is too good. I need answers. I need behind-the-scenes. I need fan cams. Enemies to lovers arc is in full throttle and I’m NOT OKAY.
#F1FanFic #RivalryTurnedRomance #IShippedItAsAJokeNowIt’sReal?
??F1 GOSSIP GIRL … SCANDAL IN THE FAST LANE!??
The F1 world was left clutching its pearls last night when none other than Sir Clarke appeared on stage at a charity date auction … sporting a black eye. Yes, you read that right—the golden boy of motorsport, knight in shining armor, looking like he just stepped out ofFight Club: Monaco Edition.??And just when murmurs reached fever pitch, in swoopsthe last person anyone expected:Ceci Rivers—his nemesis on the track and social media sparring partner—placing the highest bid of the night. Either Cupid’s gone rogue or we’re witnessing the most glamorous sabotage in sports history. Either way, we’ll be watching … very closely??
#F1FeudOrFlirtation #ThisSeasonIsGoingToBeBetterThanDriveToSurvive #WhoPunchedTheKnight
Chapter Seven
Clarke
Clarke sat in one of the leather chairs in Athos’s office at Elegante Racing headquarters.
He felt like he was two years old and was about to be given a time-out.
Athos held up his hand. “Let me make sure I’ve got this right. We go to the Huntingtons’ party and happen to see Ceci Rivers. You are so put off when Porthos suggests you’re afraid of the woman that you make a bet just to prove you aren’t, and you subsequently lose that bet, which only proves Porthos’s point.”
“No, it doesn’t,” Clarke insisted.
Athos waved his hand. “In losing the bet, you must attend a charity auction, and once there you not only receive a black eye from the woman herself but put yourself in the position of having to go out with her on a date.”
“I did not put myself in that position. I didn’t make her bid.”
“Why don’t you just scrap the whole thing? Just write them a big check and be done with it.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. She’ll be relieved. I’m sure she’s not looking forward to the date any more than you are.”
Probably even less than I am. If that’s possible.
“I said I would do it. I gave my word.”
“And you always do what you say you’re going to do?”
Clarke shot him a look. “Pot, meet kettle.”
Clarke didn’t know any man more honorable than Athos.
Nodding, Athos sighed. “Okay, fair enough. It’s actually one of your better traits.”
