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My teammate has had an incredible run.
Three wins, one 2nd place and one retirement.
It was good enough to be 7 points ahead of me, and I truly want to catch up.
We both had a car now that could lap the entire field except for maybe Alesi, as he was the better one of the Ferrari drivers and he seemed just as strong as last year when he was fighting against Villeneuve.
I just hope he’s learned from his disqualification and won’t do that shit again.
It was bad enough back in 1994 with Damon Hill, but to try and repeat it 3 years later… it was shady.
After qualifying, I had to look over the data where the fuck Mika got that 0.339 seconds from. Though maybe I should look at that another time and focus on the race now.
My teammate however, was just relaxing on the hospitality couch with his arms wrapped around Michael, who looked pretty comfortable leaning against Mika’s chest.
Ever since he’s been with our engine supplier’s Chief Mechanic, he’s been going a lot faster.
And it’s got the guys on my side of the garage thinking that Mika is abusing his relationship with Michael to get a better engine and go faster with it, cheating me out of my chances to fight for this championship against him and Alesi. They had also believed the rumours of Mika cheating on his wife before it came out he’d divorced.
They wanted me to feel like I could not work with him because of all that.
But I like Mika, he’s a good friend and someone I really can work with.
I’d really want this stuff to just blow over.
The race… wasn’t what I wanted.
Not that my DNF was my fault, since it was an engine that failed.
Michael told me that some of the pipes had burst during the race that resulted in my DNF.
And this is just what can happen when you do a sport that’s really involved with machines. Just one little thing can cost you a lot of points.
Mika on the other hand, won the race while our main competitor Alesi almost took himself out of the running and left Monaco without any points.
It was sort of a karma moment for that guy.
Mika once more basked in glory of winning a race and bringing home those essential points for the team.
I knew he’d rather be in private with Michael, celebrating intimately.
I’m certainly not shy about my conquests, I like women in all shapes and sizes, and I’ve been with an Omega or two during my junior race career. I know how intoxicating their pheromones can be and how they can drive us Alphas wild with want.
I also knew Mika would treat his partners just right. He subtly made known what he wanted and let the object of his affection decide if they wanted it too.
Michael was in pretty good hands.