Nico
"Are you dating Alaric de Villier?"
The interviewer seated across from me for the press conference questioned, and I had almost rolled my eyes at the question. That was the umpteenth time I had heard those exact words, especially from different reporters over the last seventy-two hours.
My ears were practically ringing with it. And I had wished that they could ask another question instead of it.
Alaric and I had displayed what they said was the craziest relationship ever in the whole of any sport history, or maybe it was just Formula 1.
It was right there at the podium, in front of everyone, that he had lost his footing on the damp floor, landed directly on my chest, and we had kissed.
An unplanned kiss that had our faces plastered on every sport news and even trending news worldwide.
We were the talk of Monaco, of every city where our fans were, and the media was treating it like the scandal of the century.
