@f1wagsandfamilywatchCam’s hot friend alert! Scott Palmer was at the club with the team celebrating Cam’s win![picture 1 of 8]
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@hot4richter Oh wow. He’s so hot. Cam usually makes any guy next to him look plain (well, except for Bastien obviously), but this guy manages to somehow outshine him.
@beccyrich Does he have a girlfriend by any chance? Asking for a friend.
@polerichtpole lol, he’s gay, girl.
@beccyrich Wait, really? Since when does Cam have gay friends? Not saying Cam is homophobic but…
@belle69 Yeah surprised me, too. Cam is your typical F1 dudebro, and this guy is the opposite of that! Maybe there’s hope for Cam yet.
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“Is your WAG coming, Richter?”
Cam frowned and looked at Hunter. “My what?”
Smirking, Hunter waggled his eyebrows. “Your fancy pretty boy. Is he coming?”
Cam stared him down. “I don’t know what you mean,” he said tersely, though he had a very good idea. One he didn’t like very much.
“Oh, come on, mate,” Hunter said, his smirk growing more obnoxious and making Cam’s hand itch with the urge to plant his fist in his face. “The posh ponce who follows you around—”
“Leave him alone, you dickhead,” Bastien cut in, rolling his eyes. “God forbid one of you have a friend who knows how to dress.”
Predictably, Hunter’s attention shifted immediately to Bastien, his smirk turning into a sneer. “One ofyou? Good to see you aren’t even pretending anymore not to think you’re above us Neanderthals.”
Bastien examined his fingernails with a bored expression. “If the shoe fits,” he drawled. “I’m surprised you even know what a Neanderthal is.”
Hunter’s neck flushed. “Not all of us had a rich daddy who bought us a seat,” he snapped, glaring at Bastien’s golden-haired head. “Some of us had to work our asses off from early childhood to get here instead of attending fancy schools.”
“My dad didn’t buy me a seat,” Bastien said, his expression hardening. “If you’re going to repeat a pathetic narrative with no basis in reality, at least try to be original.”
Scoffing, Hunter fired back another insult, and Cam tuned them out. He’d heard some variation of this argument a hundred times before. Those two fought like cats and dogs.
Tugging at his bow tie, Cam looked around the enormous ballroom full of overdressed people and tried not to look as bored as he felt. Attending charity galas, smiling for photographs, and charming sponsors was part of the job. That didn’t make it any less mind-numbing.
Cam took a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and raised it to his lips, trying not to feel like a third wheel. Hunter and Bastien were the only drivers other than him who hadn’t brought a date along, but they made terrible companywhenever they started bickering. Their mutual dislike had a way of eclipsing everything else around them.
Maybe he should have brought someone too.It wasn’t as though he lacked beautiful models who would happily spend an evening hanging off his arm.
The thought made him grimace.The idea held absolutely no appeal.
His phone buzzed in his pocket.
After glancing around to make sure Bianca was nowhere nearby—she had torn him a new one the last time she caught him looking at his phone instead of socializing with sponsors—Cam pulled it out.
It was a new message from Scott.
Scott: So, funny story. Remember how I told you I couldn’t go to the Dutch GP because my dad wanted me to attend some business meetings? The business meetings I missed thanks to you?
Frowning, Cam typed back a simple yes.
Scott: Apparently those meetings were about opening a new European branch of Palmer Corp. Dad wants me to supervise the whole thing.
Cam chewed on his lip. Try as he might, he couldn’t imagine Scott in a corporate suit. It seemed too restrictive, too dull for someone like Scott.
