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mom i nEEEEEEED more pierre content i need my balding frenchman

"you're upset." pierre observes, noting down the unusual shifts in your expression, though subtle— they were far too noticeable for him as he's spent most of his life familiarizing himself with every little part of you.

"i'm not, pierre." you try to shrug it off, smiling softly to dispel his temper. "i'm okay. go have fun with them. i'll go lie down, my day's been tiring."

"tell me you don't like her," pierre tilts his head.

"no." you shake your head with a laugh, "i'm not letting you put some girl through heartbreak and therapy, just because she said some words she didn't mean on champagne induced rant."

pierre looks at you blankly, "she should have never drank then. charles would have thrown her off the rails by now." he leans in closer to you, "now... tell me you don't like her."

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charles' helmet for miami gp 24

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Their cars reflect them 😍

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Behind the scenes: Miami GP 2024 collection shoot

from the scuderia ferrari app

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Switched

CHARLES LECLERC

pairings: charles x reader

summary: Charles takes Leo to the park for a walk but doesn’t go home with Leo, the puppy he leaves with is definitely not Leo

warnings: none, also i have no idea if Leo is old enough or had his shots to be outside but for the sake of this story, let’s say he is!!

i might make a part 2👀👀

Y/n had finally finished up her work on her laptop and walked into the kitchen as she let out a loud audible groan whilst she stretched. She checked the time before contemplating what to do for the next four hours.

She turned around at the sound of little patters on the tile floor running towards her. She smiles before leaning down and picking up the small puppy. “Hi, baby. You wanna go for a walk? Let’s go to the park.”

Y/n used her baby voice to speak to her puppy, Arla, whilst the small mammal was licking her cheeks. Y/n laughed before grabbing Arla’s lead and taking her to the car. She strapped herself in before placing Arla on her lap, who just lays down and curls up into a ball.

Charles had finished his training session on his sim before deciding to take Leo to the park for some fresh air. He grabbed the small puppy’s lead and headed to his car with Leo lying in his hoodie pocket.

Once Charles had arrived at the park, he attached the lead and collar around Leo’s neck and walked him along the small dirt trail path. After about 10 minutes of following the path, Charles decided to take a small break and sit down on a bench.

He must’ve turned his attention away from Leo for a matter of seconds before he looked down where the golden puppy was, only to find out that he was nowhere in sight as he had slipped off his collar.

Charles’s eyes practically sprang out of his eyes as he jumped up and started shouting the small puppy’s name. “Leo?! Leo Leclerc, get back here!” He frantically shouted as he ran around the park like a headless chicken desperately searching for his beloved puppy.

After a few minutes of desperately searching, Charles heard a few small whines coming from behind the bush. He sprinted over to where the sound came from and let out an audible sigh of relief as he spotted the golden fur beyond the bush.

He gently picked Leo up and cradled him in his arms as he scolded the small puppy. Leo barked and licked his face in return as Charles rolled his eyes and began walking back to his car.

As he was leaving he heard a women’s voice shouting out a name, he figured she had the same problem and was about to go and help her before the shouting came to a stop. He shrugged his shoulders and got back into his car, letting Leo lay in his lap as he drove back to his apartment.

Y/n was completely over this day, not only had she tripped and grazed her knee but she also almost had a heart attack searching for her puppy, who had ran off when she fell over.

Once she found little Arla, she tried looking for her collar and lead but couldn’t so she just shrugged thinking it got caught on a bush or something. She got back into her car and placed Arla back on her lap before driving home.

Y/n had arrived home and collapsed onto the sofa with Arla lying on Y/n’s stomach. She ran her fingers through the silky fur as she scrolled through social media on her phone.

After a few minutes, she felt the small puppy roll onto her back so Y/n could pet her belly. Y/n smiled as she moved her hand to stroke her belly before her eyes widened as she let out a loud yelp, causing the small puppy to jump up and bark.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! i’ve stolen someone’s dog.” Y/n ranted as she stared at the puppy before her eyes widened even more. “Someone’s stolen my dog!”

Y/n very quickly, scooped the puppy up in her arms and practically ran to her car as she placed the puppy on her lap. She made a fast as possible drive back to the park as she had prayed that whoever had Arla had noticed that she wasn’t their puppy.

Charles was already at the park rushing around as she called out Leo’s name whilst holding the almost identical puppy in his arms. He didn’t notice he had got the wrong dog until he observed the puppy as it peed on his floor. His heart sunk and his eyes widened as he saw that the puppy he had was not a male.

He wasted no time in going back to the park and was just about to give up before he heard the familiar voice of a women shouting the same name he heard her shouting earlier. Charles very quickly but carefully followed after the voice before coming face to face with a quite attractive women holding his puppy.

“Oh, thank god. I’m super sorry about the mix up, i thought he was mine but he definitely isn’t.” The girl spoke quickly before they exchanged puppies and checked them over.

“Don’t be sorry, i also thought that she was mine. I’m Charles by the way and this is Leo” Charles responded back as he glanced down at Leo, who was already squirming in Charles’s arms trying to get out of grasp and back to the girls.

“I’m Y/n and this is Arla” she spoke with a small smile as she gently reached over and gave Leo a small head rub, causing the puppy to let out a small bark of contentment.

Y/n giggled a little as she held Arla closer to Leo, making them both sniff and lick at each other. Charles was too busy admiring the way Y/n giggles and couldn’t help but smile before snapping out of it and looking at the two puppies.

“Well, it seems they get along pretty well. Maybe we should exchange numbers to, you know, set up a play date or something?” Charles mumbled out as his cheeks turned a faint pink colour, which Y/n made a mental note of.

Y/n smiled before nodding slowly and exchanging numbers with Charles, causing the man to smile like a mad man. “That was very smooth i must admit” Y/n mumbles with a small smirk, causing Charles’s eyes to widen a little before chuckling.

“I had to shoot my shot, i guess. So, are you free tomorrow?” Charles asks, glancing at her before adding on “For the play date of course”

His flustered state made Y/n giggle before nodding slowly. “Yeah, i’m free tomorrow for a ‘play date’”

The two adults say their goodbyes and take their own puppies home as they both looked forward to the following day.

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can we PLEASE talk about how FREAKING ADORABLE LEO LECLERC IS?!?!? like the way they just walk around with him in their hands or pockets😭😭😭😭😭

sorry i’ve been gone for so long, it’s been a rough few months LOL🙏🏼

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Switched

CHARLES LECLERC

pairings: charles x reader

summary: Charles takes Leo to the park for a walk but doesn’t go home with Leo, the puppy he leaves with is definitely not Leo

warnings: none, also i have no idea if Leo is old enough or had his shots to be outside but for the sake of this story, let’s say he is!!

i might make a part 2👀👀

Y/n had finally finished up her work on her laptop and walked into the kitchen as she let out a loud audible groan whilst she stretched. She checked the time before contemplating what to do for the next four hours.

She turned around at the sound of little patters on the tile floor running towards her. She smiles before leaning down and picking up the small puppy. “Hi, baby. You wanna go for a walk? Let’s go to the park.”

Y/n used her baby voice to speak to her puppy, Arla, whilst the small mammal was licking her cheeks. Y/n laughed before grabbing Arla’s lead and taking her to the car. She strapped herself in before placing Arla on her lap, who just lays down and curls up into a ball.

Charles had finished his training session on his sim before deciding to take Leo to the park for some fresh air. He grabbed the small puppy’s lead and headed to his car with Leo lying in his hoodie pocket.

Once Charles had arrived at the park, he attached the lead and collar around Leo’s neck and walked him along the small dirt trail path. After about 10 minutes of following the path, Charles decided to take a small break and sit down on a bench.

He must’ve turned his attention away from Leo for a matter of seconds before he looked down where the golden puppy was, only to find out that he was nowhere in sight as he had slipped off his collar.

Charles’s eyes practically sprang out of his eyes as he jumped up and started shouting the small puppy’s name. “Leo?! Leo Leclerc, get back here!” He frantically shouted as he ran around the park like a headless chicken desperately searching for his beloved puppy.

After a few minutes of desperately searching, Charles heard a few small whines coming from behind the bush. He sprinted over to where the sound came from and let out an audible sigh of relief as he spotted the golden fur beyond the bush.

He gently picked Leo up and cradled him in his arms as he scolded the small puppy. Leo barked and licked his face in return as Charles rolled his eyes and began walking back to his car.

As he was leaving he heard a women’s voice shouting out a name, he figured she had the same problem and was about to go and help her before the shouting came to a stop. He shrugged his shoulders and got back into his car, letting Leo lay in his lap as he drove back to his apartment.

Y/n was completely over this day, not only had she tripped and grazed her knee but she also almost had a heart attack searching for her puppy, who had ran off when she fell over.

Once she found little Arla, she tried looking for her collar and lead but couldn’t so she just shrugged thinking it got caught on a bush or something. She got back into her car and placed Arla back on her lap before driving home.

Y/n had arrived home and collapsed onto the sofa with Arla lying on Y/n’s stomach. She ran her fingers through the silky fur as she scrolled through social media on her phone.

After a few minutes, she felt the small puppy roll onto her back so Y/n could pet her belly. Y/n smiled as she moved her hand to stroke her belly before her eyes widened as she let out a loud yelp, causing the small puppy to jump up and bark.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! i’ve stolen someone’s dog.” Y/n ranted as she stared at the puppy before her eyes widened even more. “Someone’s stolen my dog!”

Y/n very quickly, scooped the puppy up in her arms and practically ran to her car as she placed the puppy on her lap. She made a fast as possible drive back to the park as she had prayed that whoever had Arla had noticed that she wasn’t their puppy.

Charles was already at the park rushing around as she called out Leo’s name whilst holding the almost identical puppy in his arms. He didn’t notice he had got the wrong dog until he observed the puppy as it peed on his floor. His heart sunk and his eyes widened as he saw that the puppy he had was not a male.

He wasted no time in going back to the park and was just about to give up before he heard the familiar voice of a women shouting the same name he heard her shouting earlier. Charles very quickly but carefully followed after the voice before coming face to face with a quite attractive women holding his puppy.

“Oh, thank god. I’m super sorry about the mix up, i thought he was mine but he definitely isn’t.” The girl spoke quickly before they exchanged puppies and checked them over.

“Don’t be sorry, i also thought that she was mine. I’m Charles by the way and this is Leo” Charles responded back as he glanced down at Leo, who was already squirming in Charles’s arms trying to get out of grasp and back to the girls.

“I’m Y/n and this is Arla” she spoke with a small smile as she gently reached over and gave Leo a small head rub, causing the puppy to let out a small bark of contentment.

Y/n giggled a little as she held Arla closer to Leo, making them both sniff and lick at each other. Charles was too busy admiring the way Y/n giggles and couldn’t help but smile before snapping out of it and looking at the two puppies.

“Well, it seems they get along pretty well. Maybe we should exchange numbers to, you know, set up a play date or something?” Charles mumbled out as his cheeks turned a faint pink colour, which Y/n made a mental note of.

Y/n smiled before nodding slowly and exchanging numbers with Charles, causing the man to smile like a mad man. “That was very smooth i must admit” Y/n mumbles with a small smirk, causing Charles’s eyes to widen a little before chuckling.

“I had to shoot my shot, i guess. So, are you free tomorrow?” Charles asks, glancing at her before adding on “For the play date of course”

His flustered state made Y/n giggle before nodding slowly. “Yeah, i’m free tomorrow for a ‘play date’”

The two adults say their goodbyes and take their own puppies home as they both looked forward to the following day.

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can we PLEASE talk about how FREAKING ADORABLE LEO LECLERC IS?!?!? like the way they just walk around with him in their hands or pockets😭😭😭😭😭

sorry i’ve been gone for so long, it’s been a rough few months LOL🙏🏼

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Charles in his villain era photoshoot

📸 Scuderia Ferrari

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Special helmet for special livery 🩵💙❤️🤍

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charles' helmet for the miami gp I LOVE ITT, also the old ferrari logo????

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alex albon & charles leclerc | backstage at the opening party - 2022 miami gp

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finished them！

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Charles Leclerc talks to the media during the Sprint at the F1 Grand Prix of China. (Photos by Andy Hone).

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Charles Leclerc talks to the media during the Sprint at the F1 Grand Prix of China. (Photos by Andy Hone).

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Triple trouble. Plus Leo.

LEC Ice Cream Launch Party/Joris's birthday | 11 April 2024

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KEEPING UP WITH THE LECLERCS | leclerc brothers x reader

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“Y/N, it’s the middle of the fucking night in Monaco? You better have a good ass reason too wake me up” Arthur groaned at his twin as he groggily.

“You won’t believe it.” She says

“What?”

“THE BENGALS INVITED ME TO THEIR GAME” she says, a sudden burst of excitement ran through her

“Who are the bengals again?” He sighs

“….”

“Oh wait, it’s that one dude you like, what was his name again Joe Burrow?”

“YEAH AND GET THIS, I can bring up to 5 people, so you’re coming and so are Charles, Alex, Lorenzo and Maman” she says excitedly.

“Who says I’m going?” He says, earning himself a scowl.

“You don’t want to come?” She says, “well I mean not really”

“Ofcourse you don’t! I always show up for your events and you never show up for mine” she says, maliciousness lacing her tone.

“Y/N please, this isn’t your event, you’re not walking the runway or attending a premiere” he says, his tone now matching hers.

“Well even if I was, not like you’d show up anyways” she mutters.

“What are you yapping about? You’re being so dramatic, I mean not everything revolves around you okay? Some of us have actual problems” he says giving the final blow.

The girl takes a deep breath to collect her self. All her life she had spent living in the shadows of her siblings. She just wanted someone to show up for her, she remembers her first runway show, she had 4 seats reserved for her family yet when she walked out, all 4 of those chairs were empty, why? Because Charles had a last minute deals with a brand. They called and apologized and Ofcourse she put a brave face on, but only the walls of her room heard the way she cried herself to sleep that night.

“You know what? I’m going to let that slide, I don’t know what’s going on with you but I hope you make peace with yourself, and you don’t have to come, I’ll just ask Charles and Enzo. But anyways goodnight” she says

“Y/N-” Arthur tries to interrupt but she hangs up before he can say anything.

Had she overreacted? She felt a sudden rush of guilt overcome her. She couldn’t help but overthink. Her train of thoughts were interrupted by a FaceTime call from her brother's girlfriend.

"Hey babygirl" Alexandra says, "Hey bae, what's up?" she says propping her phone up on the table.

“Just checking in with you and your man situation” Alex says, her and Charles were in the Maldives, “oh it’s good, I got invited to the bengals game so” she replies, “WAIT THATS SO GOOD” Alex says excitedly, Y/N smiles.

“Do you and Charles want to come with me?” She asks hopeful, “well Charles will be preparing for his race but I can definitely come!! When is it?” She asks, “next week!”

“Oh yeah I can definitely make it!” She says,

“Ok we can fly together!! But I I’ll see you next week love ya!” She says hanging up.

The week came even before she could blink.

“So Y/N you excited?” Alexandra says, and Y/N nods.

When they arrive at the stadium, Y/N is immediately greeted by the bengals team.

“Thankyou so much for being our guest, I’m the head coach Zac Taylor” a man says reaching his hand to which she smiles and accepts.

“This is my friend Alexandra!” She says as Alex also shakes his hand, from the corner of her eye, Y/N could feel a certain pair of blue eyes stare at her, and her cheek flushed more.

She waves to the rest of the team, however the man with blue eyes seems to approach her first. “Hey, my name is Joe, I’m the quarterback” he says extending his hand, “I’m going to be honest, I have no idea what that it” Y/N chuckles shaking his hand which caused him to smile.

“Well if you umm give me your number maybe some time could teach you about football” he says very smoothly, which causes her to get flustered.

“Oh yeah, d-definitely! Here” she says giving him her number as he smiles, “you have such a beautiful smile” Joe says bringing up her hand to his lips before letting it go, “I’ll talk to you later” he says waving before going to get ready for his game. She just stands there in shock wondering what happened.

Alexandra squeals, “I saw that!! Y/N he so likes you” she says hugging the girl.

Y/N laughs and shakes her head, but the whole time she couldn’t take her eyes of him.

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i’m having his baby! - cl16

in which they have a dog, an ollie and… a stroller? pairings: charles leclerc x fem!reader requested!

i believe that in order to make smaus you need to be a) funny and b) aesthetic. neither of which i am, i fear. click on the tweets to see the full thing + ignore the dates i was too lazy to change all of them. happy reading! general masterlist

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charles_leclerc the newest addition to the family. welcome home leo 🤍🤍

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user4 i wanna squish him oh my god

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The Perfect Life || CL16 {7}

Summary: The first night at Charles’ house is almost ruined before it can even begin. Warnings: angst, light smut WC: 3.2k F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven Taglist: RETIRED Head over to my dedicated library blog @dilemmaslibrary and opt to get notifications from there.

The paper bag in your hands crinkled as you opened it to see what Charles had asked you to carry. “What is this?” 

“Dinner.”

You raised a brow and closed it back up. “Those are ingredients,” you corrected, placing it on the kitchen bench in his apartment. “I hope you aren’t expecting me to cook because you will be bitterly disappointed.”

He laughed as he closed the front door and kicked his shoes off. “It’s all prepared, the pasta just needs boiling but I can do that. Why don’t you take a look around?”

You already planned on being nosey when he wasn’t looking but now you could openly snoop and happily left him to his own devices. Like most apartments in Monaco, it was smaller than you were used to but it was more than enough for a man living on his own. 

You circled the living room and tried not to be envious of all the photos he had hung in frames around the room. Faces you recognised held carefree smiles that they never had in your presence and Charles was no exception. You thought you had seen his real smile but even that was strained compared to what was captured when he was with his friends and family.

“I’m starting to think that frown is just your resting face,” Charles commented as he stepped out of the galley kitchen to see your progress. 

You schooled your face until the lines evened out and a mild look of boredom hid your thoughts as you turned away from the photos and found something that made your heart nearly stop. The manuscript was plain and unassuming on the shelf, the title print small and barely legible on the bare sewn spine, but you knew that book.

“You stole it.”

Charles’ confused gaze followed you to the bookshelf. “What?”

“It wasn’t enough to take him from me but you took our book too,” you muttered as you tugged it from the shelf and ran your fingers across the faded purple inscription in the corner: For Jules. A hint of the berry scented ink still clung to the page and you swallowed the lump in your throat as you opened it to the dog eared page you left behind.

“This was a mistake,” you said as you closed the book and shoved it back on the shelf. If it wasn’t this, it would just be something else- there was too much history to think this could ever work. “I can’t do this, Charles.”

He intercepted your exit, blocking the door with pleading eyes. “Wait, please. I didn’t know it was yours. You can have it back.” 

“I don’t want it back! I want to finish reading it to him but I’ll never get that chance because of you.” You took a step closer, ready to go through him to get out the door but he surprised you by sliding down the white panel until his ass planted on the floor. Charles pulled his knees up and wrapped his arms around them as he looked down to hide in shame.

The moment of silence dragged on as his breath grew as ragged as yours and you both relived that day in the hospital.

“I’m sorry,” he stressed as he threw his head back, the thud heavy against the wood. “I’m fucking sorry! For all of it. I didn’t deserve the time I got with him, I don’t deserve this career - it should have been his, like you. I definitely don’t deserve you.”

You slumped to the floor too with your back to the kitchen cabinets. This was not how you imagined your evening going. The plan had been simple; stay the night with Charles and arrive at the paddock for his first practice together - hard launching the relationship and confirming all the rumours that you had both started.

“When did this become your pity party?” you asked as you studied the herringbone tile floor instead of the enigma sitting opposite you.

Charles’ jaw dropped and he shook his head as he stammered over his words. “It’s not…I’m not…that’s not what…”

“How do you make it through interviews? One question and you’re a blithering mess.” You rolled your eyes and stretched your leg out to nudge his foot. “You are wrong by the way. I wasn’t meant to be Jules’ either.”

“I know.” He nodded and sighed, wiping his nose that had turned pink. “It probably doesn’t change anything but I finished it. I read him that book before he…before he died.”

You pushed yourself up to your feet and offered him your hand. His palm was clammy against your skin and you barely made any effort to pull him up as he did the work himself, rising to his full height in front of you. “You’re right, it doesn’t change anything,” you admitted, watching his shoulders deflate. 

“Figured as much.”

“But,” you said as you held a finger up when he went to move away and he froze, “that was a proper apology that actually felt real.”

“So you forgive me?”

“No, I don’t even know how to do that, but I’m not going to leave.”

He smiled like it was a small victory and enveloped you in one of his spontaneous hugs that you were slowly growing used to. “I don’t know how, but I am going to make it up to you one day. I promise.”

“How about you start with just making dinner?” You stepped out of his embrace and looked around the room with weary eyes. “I’m not going to find any more surprises, am I?”

He chewed his lip as he thought for a moment. “I have his helmet in my office but the door is closed.”

You swallowed deeply and nodded. You were going to avoid that room at all costs. “Keep it that way.”

Panic gripped you as the bike started to wobble. Your feet tangled in the pedals and your fingers slipped from the brakes before the gravel driveway rapidly came up to meet you. The skin on your knees stung with the dozens of little stones that grazed them and your elbows were in a similar state as you lay sprawled beneath the summer sun. 

“Up you get,” Jules said as he dusted the stones off and picked you up. 

Your bottom lip began to tremble and he shook his head. “There’s no use crying, lapinette, might as well laugh and learn.”

“I don’t want to laugh,” you grumbled, kicking the bike to emphasise your displeasure.

Jules shrugged and picked the bike up, holding it out for you to try once more. “Well, that’s usually when you need to the most.”

You accepted the bike and looked longingly at the trainer wheels he had taken off. The plastic wheels were beside his kart that was propped up on a stand, some of the parts in pieces for him to finish cleaning before he rebuilt it for the race. “Do you think you can win?”

“Absolutely, just like I know you can ride that bike.”

“I fell off.”

He laughed at your attitude and knew you would be a handful when you grew up. Pointing to the driveway he said, “Then you better try again, no? Because if you don’t ride it then I can’t win!” 

You laughed at the stupidity of the statement but rose to the challenge, throwing a leg over the pastel pink bike and ringing the little bell on the handle for good luck. “You better win, Jules.”

You took a deep breath and pushed the pedal down, slowly building momentum. The wind blew your hair back and you laughed as you realised you were doing it. You were biking…straight towards the wrought iron gates.

You jolted awake in the unfamiliar bedroom and found Charles sleeping soundly. Though you had woken before the impact came you knew Jules had saved you. The lanky teen had sprinted after the bike and grabbed you from the seat before it careened into the metal, buckling the front wheel. You hadn’t quite mastered bike riding that week but Jules still won his karting race.

Sleep was as distant as the memory that had resurfaced so you quietly slipped from the room and found yourself at the bookshelf. Sometimes you wished you had no memory, then you couldn’t be reminded of how happy you had been. But, on the flipside, if you didn’t have the memory you feared you would never know what happiness was at all. 

When Charles woke to an empty bed he wondered if you had left after all despite watching you fall asleep beside him. It was only the sound of the balcony door sliding open that let him breathe a sigh of relief and he climbed out of the bed to check on you. A cool breeze left a chill in the air of the living room and Charles grabbed the blanket that hung from the back of the sofa before he stepped outside.

“You’ll catch a cold like that,” he whispered to the night. The Ferrari shirt you wore fell halfway down your thighs but curled up on the outdoor settee had the red material barely covering your underwear and Charles covered the bare skin with the blanket.

“Bad dream?” he asked as he took a seat beside you and noticed the book in your hands. 

“Worse,” you replied. “A good memory.”

Charles draped his arm over the back of your seat, his fingers softly touching your shoulder, and he tucked his legs under the blanket too. “Want to talk about it?”

You gave him a look that made him chuckle before turning your attention back to the page. You were halfway through the story and you could finally appreciate the action thriller now that you understood the vengeance Jack Reacher felt and the way he fought but even that wasn’t enough to distract you from the dream. With an irritated sign, you closed the book and took to searching the stars instead. 

“Charles?” He hummed quietly and you looked across to see his relaxed state watching the dark sky too. “If I ask you something, can you just do it without reading too much into it?”

He tore his eyes away from the brightest star in the sky and frowned. “Uh, I guess it depends on what you ask me.”

“I want you to kiss me.”

His lips curled up in a slow smile and his fingers danced across your collar to the base of your throat as he leaned in. “You don’t have to ask me.”

“It’s not because I like you, I just need something to stop me thinking,” you clarified. 

“Again, you don’t have to ask me.” His lips brushed against yours before they teased your jawline and his breath warmed your ear. “You can use me however you want.”

It was already a messy situation and adding sex to the mix was only going to end badly but you needed it. You needed to forget the thoughts racing through your head and you needed the high of an orgasm. Charles was more than willing to give you both when he carried you back to his bed.

The next time you woke you were in a far better headspace.

You felt the ghost of a kiss on your cheek before Charles left to get ready for the day but you buried your head deeper in the pillow and tried to ignore the sweet ache in your body. It was impossible. Your core throbbed with the memory of how he had filled it and your thighs pressed together in search of friction only to feel the beard burn he had left between them. 

“Fuck,” you groaned as you realised you would not be getting back to sleep.

“Regretting your life choices?” Charles asked from the doorway, two mugs of coffee in his hands and not a lick of clothing to be seen.

“On the list of my regrets, this doesn’t even register,” you said as you sat up and accepted the hot cup, your state of undress not much better. “But it would have been easier if you sucked in bed.”

“How’s that?” He lifted his pillow up against the headboard and took a seat with an amused grin at the compliment.

“For starters, I wouldn’t want to do it again. Things are already complicated enough and now I have technically been fucked by my boss.”

“If you want to get technical, you fucked me,” he pointed out with a smirk. “You were in control, babe.”

You took a deep breath and told yourself it was too early for violence, even if he was right. Charles had been quite clear on the fact you were in control, especially when he sat in much the same position against the headboard and let you ride him into oblivion. “Maybe it will make it on my list of regrets after all.”

“You can worry about them later,” he said after a few mouthfuls of his coffee. “We should start getting ready to head to the track and your hair screams ‘sex’. Bathroom is across the hall, there’s a new toothbrush in the top drawer if you need.”

“Wow, a spare toothbrush? That screams manwhore.”

“I’m just being a gentleman, you’re the one that swallowed.”

You nearly spilled the coffee with the laugh that bubbled out of your mouth unexpectedly. “Ah, there’s the regret. I knew I should have snowballed you.”

His nose wrinkled with the idea and you laughed darkly. Next time he would probably hesitate and remember this conversation. You froze. You were already thinking about the next time you would fuck and that was enough to stun you silent so you busied your mouth finishing the drink. 

It was hard not to fall in love with the atmosphere of race week in Monaco. Arriving hand in hand with Charles had the desired effect and you were still feeling the ripples of it as the day ended. 

“I’m exhausted and I didn’t even do anything,” you admitted through the headset as the private helicopter whisked you back to Nice. 

Charles flexed his hand that had furiously signed autographs right up until the moment he stepped inside the helicopter. “It gets like that sometimes but I only feel it after everything goes quiet.”

“Are you sure you want to come to this dinner? You can go home and rest. Jacques can fly you back.”

Charles reached across the seat and took your hand even though there was no audience to witness the touch. “And leave you alone with your parents?” he chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s not going to happen.”

“I have managed to survive 25 years on my own.”

“That’s a miracle in itself. I probably wouldn’t be trusted with the steak knife if that was me.”

You grinned at the joke and rested your head on his shoulder. “I like this dark side of you.”

“I suppose that’s a start.”

Your good mood was brought down the moment you spotted the mansion before landing. Too many cars lined the driveway for the simple family dinner your mother planned and you fell quiet as the helicopter touched down in the backyard. 

“What is this?” Charles asked, looking down at his casual jeans and sweatshirt.

“The tenth circle of hell,” you muttered.

Veronica was practically vibrating with excitement when you arrived at the patio door and she held out two tickets for the opera tomorrow night, as requested. “Silly girl. You have dinner with Prince Albert, you can’t even go.”

Charles knew better after seeing the many masks you had adorned to hide your thoughts but it still amazed him how quickly you could become a woman he didn’t recognise. A sneer grew, twisting your smile into a cruel mockery of the one he knew and your eyes narrowed as you swiped the tickets from her hand.

“Why didn’t you tell me that before?”

“I tried, but that’s what you get for being a spoiled little brat.”

“Alicia! My room, now!” Your voice carried through the mansion and you stormed up the stairs with Charles following behind, his cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment. The maid was already waiting outside your bedroom door when you arrived and you barrelled inside, slamming the door shut in Veronica’s smirking face.

The dress hanging in the closet was still wrapped in the garment bag and you took it off the hanger, holding it out to Alicia. “Get this dress out of my sight! I never want to see it again.”

Alicia looked a little shocked at the outburst you needed to be heard through the door. “But it is McQueen.”

“I don’t care!” You lowered your voice to a whisper and reached into your pocket. “Here’s two tickets to La Bohème, take the dress and go with Javier. You didn’t think I forgot your anniversary, did you? Go.”

Tears filled Alicia’s eyes and she threw her arms around you. “Thank you.”

You shook your head and sincerely said, “You deserve more than this.”

Alicia dipped at the waist and delicately hung the dress over her arm as she walked to the door. Veronica saw the tears in Alicia’s eyes and shook her head as the quiet maid rushed down the stairwell.

“Your father will hear about this tantrum.”

You tipped your nose up and crossed your arms smugly. “I’m his only child, that makes me his favourite by default. Now run along and tell him.”

Veronica turned on her heel with a scoff and you closed the door before sighing heavily. You would probably pay for the insolence in one way or another but it was worth it.

“Why did you do that?” Charles asked as he reached past your hip and locked the door.

“I couldn’t pay for the tickets myself and they already think the worst of me, might as well play the fool for a good cause.”

Charles opened his arms and you stepped into the embrace. He could see how draining the act was and couldn’t wait until the day you left Nice. “You’re a good person,” he said quietly before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“I don’t think the guests downstairs would agree with you. I don’t even know why they are here.”

You found out soon enough when you emerged from your room dressed in more appropriate attire. Just as you suspected, it was punishment and you would play the fool once again for your mother’s entertainment. You felt sick seeing the grand piano in the dining hall and your fingers stiffened at the thought of sitting in front of the guests to play at her whim.

“Are you okay?” Charles asked as he saw your pallor fade.

Forcing the discontent away, you smiled in time for the first guest to spot your entrance into the room. “Just peachy, Charles. Ready to act lovesick?”

He didn’t need to act, and you found it all too easy that maybe it wasn’t acting either. Your body fit perfectly into the curve of his arm and you moved together through the room making introductions. But all too soon your mother dragged you away and snapped her finger at the piano.

“The Economy Minister favours Beethoven,” she whispered with a look to the man your father was for lack of a better word, schmoozing. “Don’t fuck this up.”