The next day we are driving to Andorra together. Riccardo is coming tomorrow. So this day is a day with only Fabio.
The ride is around 8 hours and Fabio is driving. I sit in the passenger seat of a very expensive sports car. I didn't bother with clothes, just a big hoodie, sweatpants and socks.
"Why do you want me to be your girlfriend?", I break the silence. Fabio looks a little surprised.
"Why do you ask?", He holds out his hand and I put mine in it. He links our fingers together.
"I'm just curious. You are around the most beautiful girls, sporty ones, smart ones. You can get every single one of them if you'd want. So why not one of them?"
"If you describe other girls as beautiful, sporty or smart. How do you describe yourself?", He asks.
"I'm just average. I'm not beautiful, definitely not sporty, a little smart", I tell him without thinking about it. Fabio rides to a gas station just next to the highway.
He parks and turns to face me. "I can't tell you this while speeding on the highway", he chuckles a little. "I don't think you're average. You are one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen. You are not really sporty, but I don't need that, so you are just sporty enough. And you are super smart", he kisses my hand. "Maybe you don't think of yourself like this, but I do. Please believe me"
I blush looking down, "maybe you need to repeat that a few times", I giggle.
"I'll be happy to", he's so sweet to me. "I'm glad you're opening up a bit and talking to me. I hope we can do this together" I nod at his words, me too.
"Do you know where I left my journal?", I thought I had it with me but I couldn't find it this morning.
"It was still on the bedside table when we were ready to leave. I put it in my bag. It's behind you", so sweet.
I get it from his bag and Fabio starts the car again. We still have like 6 or 7 hours to go.
I've been writing in this journal a lot. About almost everything. Last night I wrote about the offer from Pecco. I think I would want to do something like that. But helping Fabio's competition is just wrong.
I also wrote about Fabio. How he makes me feel. Right now I write about my feelings from yesterday, what happened when we kissed, how it made me feel, how I reacted. About our talk after. My struggles.
"Fabio?", I ask after writing for a while. Fabio has put on some music and is listening to the same song on repeat. He turns the music down, "Ma Chérie?"
"Would you maybe like to read some of things in here?", I feel a little embarrassed, asking him, but I think it would be a good start.
"I don't know. That's private?", He furrows his brows.
"You don't have to. But I think it's a good way of me opening up to you", I explain.
"About what are you writing?"
"About all the things on my mind. My feelings, what's happening, how I handle things. It helps me think more clear. I don't know, it sounds a little stupid", I slumb a little in my seat, looking out of the window.
"It doesn't. When I was dealing with mental issues and the pressure from riding, I talked to a sports psychologist. He advised me to write about my races. What I think was good, what could be better, stuff like that. I don't really write, but I understand it would help", he accepts all my crazy like it's normal. No one ever did. Everyone always has an opinion. Even Tom told me a bunch of times, I shouldn't do things a certain way.
"What is the last thing you wrote about?", Fabio put his hand on my knee. I immediately feel tingles.
"Last night. About the kiss and our talk. It makes me understand a bit better why I did what I did and why I feel certain things", I try to explain, "I know it sounds a bit weird like this. But I don't feel comfortable talking about the explicit details. That's why I ask you to read it, if you want to"
Fabio takes my hand and kisses it, he holds it tight in his hand on his lap. "if you think it will be good, I want to read it"
"Relax for a bit, put your feet up if you want, the ride is still long"
I apparently fall asleep, because I'm woken by Fabio. We are at a gas station. "I need to refuel and get something to eat, what do you want?"
I'm not hungry but don't tell Fabio. I know he wants me to eat. "I'll come in with you", I step out of the car and walk to the small store on my socks. I hear Fabio laughing behind me. Inside people give me weird looks, but I don't care. Nobody looks weird at Fabio when he's walking in those ugly crocks.
I take some snacks and a red bull, waiting for Fabio. When he comes in, he sees me standing there with multiple snacks and red bull in my sweatpants and hoodie on socks. He chuckles, walking towards me. "You look so cute", he whispers in my ear. "But no red bull"
"Ah.. why not?", I whine a little.
"I have a sponsor deal with monster. I can't buy red bull. You can have monster if you want"
"But red bull is way better"
He smiles, "if you want red bull, you'll need to find a different boyfriend. Maybe Marc Marquez?", He knows I'm not a big fan.
"Okay, okay. Be right back", I walk to the fridge and return the red bull. I see a monster energy Rossi style and take that instead. I hand it to Fabio grinning.
"Great support"
He pays for everything and we go back to the car.
He even snaps a picture of me holding my snacks and the drink.
He zooms in on only the drink and puts it in his story. He tags Vale and adds the text 'great support by my side'
The rest of the car ride went by quite fast. I had a bit of a sugar rush from all I ate. And Fabio laughed at my singing, dancing, rapping skills. We were just having fun and that was nice.
It's a little over six when we arrive at his beautiful house. It's big and really beautiful. And you can tell he's really proud of his achievements, everywhere you're looking you'll see prizes, helmets, champagne bottles.
"I'll put your stuff in one of the guestrooms okay?", I nod. It's nice to have my own space in this house. I want to sleep in the same bed, but I'm glad I have a choice.
I'm still standing in the middle of the living room when Fabio comes back down. "You okay? Please make yourself at home"
He's standing in front of me and I do something I've wanted to do all day. I put one hand on his cheek, one in his hair and press our lips together.
It starts as a slow kiss, he hands on my waist. But it gets more heated by the second. His hands go under my ass, lifting me effortless. My legs wrap around his waist. It feels so good. My mind is off and I only feel tingles and heat everywhere. I don't want this to stop. He walks toward the kitchen and sets me down on the counter.
My hands slip under his shirt feeling his toned back. He moans when my fingers slowly go up and down his spine. He breaks the kiss, but continues a trail of kisses to my ear. "I can take it off if you want", he whispers in my ear. It sends shivers down my spine. He takes my earlobe in his mouth and sucks lightly. I gasp and moan at his actions. He knows exactly what he's doing to me and it's so hot. But he's really careful as well. His mouth finds his way back to mine, we kiss again, but more careful, delicate and sweet this time. I slowly unhook my legs from around him and break the kiss. It's getting a little overwhelming, but in a good way.
"Thank you", I whisper. He helps me back on my feet, "you don't have to thank me for something like that"
"Can I make something for dinner?", I ask, wanting to do something.
"No actually. I don't really have any food. I was hoping you wanted to come shopping tomorrow morning. I need food and some clothes. And I thought you maybe need some clothes as well?", He asks.
"I do need some clothes. But if you tell me where I need to go, I can go shopping now? Than atleast we have some food tonight"
"You'd need to use one of my cars. It's too far otherwise", he tells me.
"Oh", that's a disappointment. "Wait cars? As in multiple cars?", He nods his head.
"I suppose you don't own a little non sports car I can safely drive?", I am not driving those big expensive sports cars.
"I actually do own a small normal city car. My mom sometimes uses it when she's here. Do you want to take that one?"
"Yes, thank you! I'm just gonna change real quick. Where's the guestroom?"
Fabio walks upstairs with me, pointing me the right room. He goes in another to get the keys. I change and get a purse with my wallet and stuff. Back down Fabio takes me to the garage and shows me the car. It's a cute little Citroën C1. I had the same one in Nice. It's now sold though.
Fabio gives me directions and I drive to the shopping centre. I get the groceries, a lot of vegetables, fruit and things like rice, beef and chicken. And of course chocolate. A girl can't go without chocolate. And some bread for me.
I pay with Fabio's credit card, he insisted on paying for the groceries.
After groceries I walk around a little and find a lingerie shop, thank god! I buy some much needed new underwear, lingerie and nightwear.
I also get a new boyfriend jeans and some black heels. The rest will come tomorrow morning.
Fabio is fast asleep on the couch when I come back. He must be tired from driving all day. I take all my stuff into the kitchen and start cooking.
"This is a sight I could get used to", arms wrap around me from the back. "I'm almost done", I turn around in his arms. "You look cute", my hands going through his hair. It's soft without the gel in it and a little messy. But it looks so sexy.
"Did you find everything you needed? Do I need to get some bags from the car?", Fabio asks concerned.
"I managed. The food is already in the fridge", I take his credit card from my back pocket "I paid for the groceries with it", I tell him, giving it back.
"Keep it. I have two. I hope you payed the other things with it as well?", He pushes my hand back.
"No. I can pay for my own clothes", I look at him. "Please take the card. Knowing me, I'll lose it"
Fabio takes it and puts it in a drawer in the kitchen. "If you need to buy some things, please don't hesitate to use it. I have more money than I need"
We have dinner together and talk a lot. We also kiss and cuddle a lot. It's the perfect evening. We got to know each other, I felt good. No doubt, no uncomfortableness. The only moment I felt a little uncomfortable, was when Fabio facetimed with his mother. We were on the couch, I laid with my head on his lap, when she called. And I felt like intruding. So I went upstairs to give him his privacy.
Taking my new clothes with me. I desperately need some new extra clothes. I left almost all my clothes behind when I left. Including all my beautiful heels and purses. I took two of my beautiful Michael Kors bags with me, one of them I have here. But my shoes, my heels are all gone.
I try on my new jeans and ankle boot heels and they actually look really good.
I hear a whistle behind me, turning around I see Fabio leaning against the door post.
"Looking good"
"Thanks", I smile at him. "But if the offer still stands, I want to go shopping tomorrow. I definitely need some new clothes", with the heels I'm a little longer. Just a few centimetres. But Fabio is on socks right now.
"Yeah of course. I still need some clothes as well. Ricky will be here around 12 tomorrow. We are going motocrossing in the mountains", he tells me. "Are you gonna be okay by yourself?"
"I have to study for my psychology course. And I have an online meeting with the clinica mobile. So I'll be fine", I take off my heels again. "Don't you find it weird that I'll be alone in your home tomorrow?"
Fabio shakes his head, "No, not at all. I hope you will feel at home here"