Prevail - [Charles Leclerc]

Seize

WARNING: Last part of this chapter will contain NSFW content (18+). This is purely fiction, and is not meant to be taken educational. If you're uncomfortable with these scenes, please skip the last part of this chapter.

        Charles looked up at Sara, who smiled at the waiter who put down her glass of Aperol Spritz in front of her. She was wearing a dress she bought today, a black mini dress that accentuated her curves perfectly. Her sleek hair was now curled in beach waves, and she looked absolutely beautiful with the Louboutins on her feet. The waiter moved to his side of the table, putting down the bottle of red wine and his glass. It was Sara's turn to lift her eyes up to him, as he thanked the waiter. He looks great in the dark red button-up. It fitted his look perfectly, especially as his skin was a little tanned, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a watch around his wrist and some bracelets added. Sara had to admit she felt physically and mentally closer to him after the previous night, and she didn't want to be cliché, but sex did make a difference in a relationship. Sara moved the straw of her drink to her lips, taking a sip. "I have something for you," Charles spoke up, sitting up a little more. 

"Oh, really?" Sara rose her eyebrows, not sure what he could have for her. He took a box out of his pocket. Charles moved it across the table to place it in front of her. Charles nodded, ushering her to open it. "No need to be suspicious, come on, open it up," he said. Sara placed her glass on the table again, and reached for the box. She undid the silk ribbon, carefully taking the lid off. In front of her laid a beautiful golden necklace, a diamond teardrop pendant on it. It must have cost a fortune, but it was stunning. Her eyes glided over the sparkling rhinestone, and she took the necklace between her fingers, looking at the fine jewelry he bought for her. "Why did you get me this?" Sara asked with a small smile. "A thank you would have been nice, but alright," Charles teased, and she laughed. "I'm very thankful, Charles, I just wondered why you bought it for me," she said. "I saw it and I thought it must look beautiful on you," Charles said. "I love it," Sara replied. "Thank you," she hummed. "Put it on me?" she asked, and he nodded, getting up from his chair. He carefully took the necklace, and she moved her hair aside, so he could put it on. 

She shook her hair over her shoulders when he was done, and he sat down again. Charles was right, it fitted her perfectly, and decorated her neck gorgeously. Sara reached for her drink again, still resting her gaze on him. "I'm really happy you bought that shirt," she started. "Are you?" Charles chuckled, leaning his elbows on the table. She nodded. "I like this color on you," she repeated, knowing she had complimented him earlier on it in the store. "Probably because your hair is dark and your eyes are so bright," Sara said. "If you say so," Charles smiled at her. "What did Carlos call about?" She suddenly asked, remembering he was on the phone while she was fitting shoes. "I have to go over some things when we come back, that's all," Charles explained. "Some things?" Sara hummed. "He didn't tell me what it was about, but I think it's more evidence on the crew that probably has something to do with my father's death," he continued. "But I don't want to talk about that now," Charles said, making her nod again, she decided not to push it, she knew it was still a hard topic for him.

The waiter came by their table again and brought their appetizers. "We're on the third night of our trip already," Sara changed the subject while digging into her Greek salad. "What did you have in mind for tomorrow?" She asked. "I have something planned that I will enjoy a lot." A grin curled Charles' lips. Sara rose an eyebrow at him. "We're going to Las Vegas Motor Speedway to race some supercars," Charles said. "Oh my god, are you serious?" Sara asked. "I get stressed when I'm first in line in front of the traffic lights, Charles. I can't race a car," she whined. "Of course, you can, you didn't get your driver's license for nothing, right?" Charles shrugged. "And I'm a great driver, didn't you notice?" he boated, making her roll her eyes. "Come on, instructors will be there, and you'll get safety gear and instructions. It will be fine," he continued. "This trip isn't all about you, Sara," he chuckled. "Wish it was," she muttered, but smiling still to let him know she was joking. The waiter took the plates of their appetizers away, their drinks were refilled, and they were patiently waiting for their mains.