I wake up in an unfamiliar bed. My eyes adjust to the light and I see the beautiful view, it's still a little dark. Memories of last night float back in my mind. I'm so lucky, Fabio is sweet and loving and caring. I turn around to find an empty spot next to me. I look confused around the room, till I see Fabio walking out of the bathroom in just a clean pair of boxers.
"Sorry. I didn't want to wake you. I just really needed to pee", he chuckles softly. He sits down on the bed and I put my arms around him, my head on his lap.
"It's still early. Do you want to go back to sleep or shower and watch the sun rise?", Fabio brushes a few strands of hair out of my face.
"Shower and watch the sun rise while cuddling in bed?", I grin.
And that's what we did. My legs are a little sore from last night's activities. But other than that, I'm feeling good. My headache is gone and I didn't take any painkillers yet.
"Thank you for all of this", I say quietly, we had some breakfast in bed and now we're getting ready to go back home.
"I loved spending every minute together, without any interruptions", he tells me. As on cue, my phone buzzes, signaling an incoming text.
*Juul, I saw Fabio's message. I'm glad you look so good, I hope you are feeling good too. I really miss you*
"Do we have a little time, before leaving?", I let Fabio read the message. He nods, furrowing his brows.
I facetime Tom immediately and he answers in seconds.
"Juul", he sighs. He doesn't really look happy, he already has tears in his eyes.
"Hey big brother. I missed you", I grin a little at the phone. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to reach out sooner"
I feel bad. Why didn't I call him yesterday?
He starts crying softly. Fabio looks really worried next to me.
"Hey, hey, I'm okay. You see? Nothing to worry about", I try to comfort him.
"I'm so happy to see you. And see you doing good. I was so scared", he says, tears still spilling out of his eyes. "Don't ever scare me like that again"
"Thomas", he looks up when I call him by his full name. "I didn't know okay? I know that's something that's in the back of your mind. I didn't know about a brain tumor. The doctors didn't know. I really just thought I was dizzy because of the nerves for the interview. And during the interview it all got worse. I know I scared you and Fabio a lot. I'm really sorry about that. I feel responsible for all that happened and how bad you feel now. So know I really am really sorry", I speak softly. Tears in my eyes, but I'm not letting them fall.
"Tom, where's Math?", Fabio asks, sitting next to me. I turn the camera, so they can see each other.
Tom looks a little surprised to see him.
"I.. I don't know", he says slowly.
"What do you mean?", I probably look as confused as I feel.
"I picked a fight with her and she left", he sighs, "I got drunk because I couldn't sleep. I'm just really scared something like this will happen again with you or anyone else. What if Math suddenly has something? I don't know what to do"
Fabio takes my phone and looks sternly into it. "Tom you need to call her and talk to her. You need to tell her why you are feeling like this. I'm also really scared anything will happen again. But you can't do that. You need to live. Otherwise you go crazy. And please just tell her why Julie was in the hospital. Julie doesn't mind"
"Wait, Mathilde doesn't know? Are you crazy?", I ask surprised.
Fabio turns off the microphone, "Don't, Ma Chérie. You are making it worse. I know him, he had something like this after Jason"
"I'll talk to her. Is Julie coming with us, next week? I really want to see her", he asks, he sounds exhausted now. As if this phone call was way too much.
"Probably, yeah. So go and fix things. Mathilde is coming too. And we don't want you fighting on the boat", his voice is strict and he looks like he's Tom's dad or something.
"Okay. I will"
"Good. I'll call you tonight", Fabio ends the call and gives the phone back to me.
"Can you atleast explain? Tom's calm and collected and takes care of everyone. He doesn't get drunk and picks fights", I say confused. I've seen Tom drunk once, that was in the week after Fabio won the championship. He was back in Nice and we went out. He was on the dance floor all night. It was one off my best nights out.
"He was like this when Jason Dupasquier died. He kept that inside and was really afraid something like that would happen to me or someone else. No one noticed but when he was alone or he was with me, he kept drinking. Till I told him to stop. It was like two weeks and then he snapped out of it. It's nothing major. Just don't put extra pressure on him by telling him what he should've done or what he did wrong. That will only go to his head and make it worse", Fabio explains.
I just hope he will be okay again.
After a little bit of talking, we decided to go home. We need to be back before Tony leaves and Jorge arrives. In the car I call Pecco, I text Luca, I call my parents, text Margaux and call Matteo. The last is the most interesting. He's in Madrid with Marc Marquez. And he tells me, he's enjoying his time. When I ask about Marc, he's vague. Matteo talks about starting his rehab soon and needing my help. When I ask about his feelings he stumbles over his words. Something definitely happened, but what?
During the entire car ride, Fabio has his hands on my inner tight. Rubbing up and down, drawing figures. I try to ignore, but I can't. He's turning me on, without really knowing it.
"Fabio", I try to bite back a moan.
"Ma Chérie?", He asks, his voice neutral.
"Can you.. fuck, can you please stop?", my cheeks heat up at my own words. His hands freezes, close to my soaked panties.
"Do you want my hand to stop, or do you want me to stop the car?", stop the car? That would be perfect. But..
I close my eyes for a second and take a deep breath. Fabio takes this moment to softly stroke up and down my wet panties with one finger. My breath hitch and I moan at the feeling.
"S-stop the ca-ar", I manage to say. His finger moves my panties out of the way and strokes up and down my folds, the wetness coating his finger.
He sees a parking and immediately switches lanes to stop the car there. There are no cars or trucks around so no one can see what's going on.
He leans over to pull my seat down a bit. Wearing a skirt really was the right choice now.
"Put your feet up", he tells me and continues his movements.
That man can do amazing things with his skilled hands. He let's me come back from my high before pecking my lips and driving home.
We arrive home just before Tony goes. His bag already packed by the door. Yara is enjoying the sun outside and I join her, laying down on a lounge bed beside her.
"How was your day?", she asks, keeping her eyes closed because of the sun.
"It was amazing. Exactly what we needed. Did you enjoy your day at the spa?", I hope she did. I feel a little bad about leaving her here without really knowing someone.
"Yeah it was relaxing and Tony is a sweet guy"
"I am, aren't I?", I hear Tony's voice behind us.
"Don't push it, sweetie", Yara tells him with a grin. We both sit up and Tony hugs us both carefully, kissing my cheek.
"Take care ladies. See you in Silverstone", he walks back in, hugging Fabio before leaving.
Fabio walks out a few minutes later. He talks to Yara for a bit, before telling us he's going to work out downstairs.
After a few minutes I decide it's time to change. Yara is wearing nothing more than a bikini and how much I would love to have the confidence to walk around in a bikini, I decide against it. But a tanktop, some flip-flops and sunglasses won't hurt.
I walk into our room, when Fabio just comes out. That man only wears a shirt when he needs to..
I look him up and down very slowly, a blush forming on his cheeks.
"You know.. it's great weather for a workout in the garden", I tell him. He looks so sexy, I can't even get my eyes off him if I needed to.
"Yeah?", He asks. I nod, biting my lip, "maybe I'll come out later then", he continues.
"I think that's for the best", I walk into the room, while Fabio goes downstairs.
I decide to wear a bikini top after all. Giving Fabio a little distraction if he comes outside. Pulling a tanktop over it. Around him I feel confident enough, but without him I don't. I take two of his Oakley sunglasses, one for me and one for him. He has like maybe ten of them.
What guy can say he has his own sunglasses. Well a famous, rich MotoGP rider can apparently.
It still feels so unreal. I mean Fabio is just Fabio. But it's really weird to think about your boyfriend as rich and famous. It doesn't really feel like that luckily. Yesterday in Barcelona he was pretty invisible, luckily. But at the same time, in France he's also a big model for IKKS. His photos hanging everywhere.
After being outside again for an hour or something, Yara got back inside to take a shower and freshen up. I pulled my tanktop off and lays down in my bikini top and skirt, with Fabio's sunglasses on. Fabio came out with his skipping rope just after.
"If I knew I had such a good view, I would've come outside sooner", he cheekily tells me.
"I thought you knew the view by now, you've lived here that long", I say, as if I have no idea what he's talking about.
"Well it just recently got better", he takes my sunglasses and walks away. I take the other pair laying next to me on the ground and stick out my tongue. He chuckles softly.
He tries to show off with his rope jumping. But he's distracted and fails a couple of times.
After a little while I turn on my belly and fall asleep.