J'adoré // Charles Leclerc

Chaptire 12

Sunday came soon enough, though all Paris could keep her mind on was Charles.

Every since the party there was something different between them, maybe a little bit more than friends.

She woke up realising Pierre had already left the room as the bed next to her was already empty. Checking the time, she realised she only had half an hour to get ready before needing to leave.

She got changed into her Dior blue crop top with a pair of jeans. To match the outfit she put on her expensive Dior sneakers and finished her outfit off with a Dior necklace and channel sunglasses.

Her hair was curled in beautiful waves as she walked out of the hotel feeling the warm breeze hit her face.

The paddock was filled with lots of people. Crowds, media and especially lots of interviewers. Yet her mind was only on reaching the Ferrari garage.

She walked in seeing lots of mechanics working on the car. She spots Carlos walking over to her and smiles. "Hey Paris you alright?" He asks putting his headphones in. "I'm good thank you have you seen Charles?" She asks him and watches as his head nods. "No I haven't he's probably gone to the toilet or with Charlotte." He replies giving Paris a soft smile as he walks back to his side of the garage.

Paris sits near Mattia, they talk for a while before she goes onto her Instagram and posts a few photos she took of her outfit today. She couldn't help but smile seeing that Charles had already liked it a little while ago.

Minutes later, she felt someone touch her right shoulder making her flinch before turning around to see Charles smile at her. "Jeez Charles you scared me!" She says smiling at him. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to." He replies still keeping his hand on her shoulder.

Their eyes meet for a moment causing them to feel that feeling again. Like Friday night. Pros breaks the eye contact as she looks away. "Good luck on the race Charles." She says giving him a soft smile. "Thank you belle." He says giving her a wink as he walks over to put his race helmet on.

Paris couldn't help but stare. He was perfect, in every way. The race suit made him look hot and cute at the same time.

As Charles was getting in the car, Charlotte storms in. "Charlotte go away" he says looking away from her. "Why are you leaving me Charles?" She says in an annoyed tone. "Because I'm done with your lies. Your sick lies you've made about me, get out of my sight." He says as he starts shouting at her.

Charlotte stays quiet. Not a sound out of her expect her shoes hitting the floor as she walks out.

Paris watches in shock. Her heart races faster and faster as Charles looks over to her, winking at her once more making her feel head over heels for this man. She didn't know the cause or why it was happening, but the way he made her feel

Was unimaginable.