Charles Leclerc - This Love

0.11 My Oh My

Charles walked into the club with Isla by his side. The same club they had met a month ago. He proudly showed her off as he walked up to the VIP area and she let him. They'd gotten some looks from people but the pair shrugged them off and sat down in the chairs at the area. "I'll go get some drinks. I'll be back in a second." He said leaving Isla by herself. Isla looked around and acted a bit awkwardly but it was mainly because she didn't know what to do or how to act. A woman scooted a little closer to Isla and smiled at her. "You're that singer Isla Abascal, aren't you?" she asked. Isla nodded. "And you managed to grab Charles Leclerc? Good on you." Isla could tell she was drunk just by the way she was conducting herself. "Just a quick tip, he comes alive at midnight so keep an eye on the time. He has a bad reputation for that." she said winking and leaving Isla by herself again.

Isla thought about what the stranger had said about Charles. He comes alive at midnight? What was that supposed to mean- oh. Damn. The lustful thoughts broke into her mind of what Charles was like in that department. She crossed her legs over each other and bit her lips just thinking. Her thoughts however, were broken by Charles' voice speaking. "Right, I got some drinks." He said placing them on the table. Isla swallowed the lump in her throat but still felt tense. Now she couldn't think of anything but Charles. "Are you okay?" he asked looking at her fidgety, bashful state. "Y-yup. Why wouldn't I-I be?" she stuttered in response. "Maybe we shouldn't have gone out. You don't seem alright." Charles said getting closer. "I just-" she paused looking around at the other people in the area. "Isn't there so where more private?" Charles looked at her confused. "It's a club. We can't exactly get anywhere private." he chuckled. Her mind became clouded again with Charles. She was paying attention to everything now. His black leather jacket fit him so perfectly, his reputation that Max had once implanted in her head was suddenly drawing her towards him. Everything just flipped.

"I just-" she began drawing circles on Charles' arm with her finger. "You just what?" he asked. She couldn't answer him, she physically couldn't. She tried but her mouth wouldn't say the god damn words. Charles examined her face to see what was the problem. Now where had he seen this before. Crossed legs, sudden touchy feeling, flustered face? "Are you horny?" Isla jumped at the question. "Erm..." she gulped again. "You are." Isla clenched her eyes and nodded. "Oh princesse." He chuckled. Charles grabbed her by the waist and slid her ever so closer to him. "Why the sudden....feeling?" he whispered into her ear, making her shudder. "Just a thought really." she replied quietly. Charles slid his arm around to her back and drew a long line down her spine before resting his hand on her ass. She shivered at the feeling. His actions were making this worse but unbeknownst to her, this was his plan now. "And if you don't mind me asking, what do you want me to do?" Her lips parted as he whispered into her ear and grabbed the side of her neck. She leaned her head over to the side of where Charles' hand was and closed her eyes, listening to him.

"What do you want princesse?" he asked again, pressing some soft kisses onto her neck. She let out a groan as his kisses were getting insufferable now. "I want you." she replied breathlessly. "Oh but a good girl like you couldn't possibly want a guy like me." he muttered. Her eyes rolled back at his words. "I wanna change that. Just for tonight, just for you." she replied. She felt as though she had melted under Charles' control. "Well I suppose we should wait." he said moving away from her and sitting normally again. "Excuse me?" Isla asked, now annoyed. "We just got her and-" he was stopped by Isla grabbing his cheeks and smashing their lips together into a passion ridden kiss. Charles wasted no time on kissing her back and pulled her closer like she was before. "So, still wanna wait?" she panted between kisses. "No, let's fucking go." Charles's replied, grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the club, back to his ferrari to drive to his place.

A/N: shits going down the next chapter😜