Prevail - [Charles Leclerc]

Trente-Et-Un

"Do you want to leave?" Charles asked, his lips brushing over her ear, his hand moving over her hip as he drew her closer to himself. Sara looked at him with glossy eyes, he hadn't counted the amount of cocktails she had, but he had seen her fingers wrapped around many glasses in the few hours they were here at the party of her parents now. "I don't mind, what about you?" she asked, her fingers grasping onto the material of her shirt. "It's almost one, I think we should go," Charles replied. She nodded, giving him a small smile. She hadn't been able to process everything her father told her this night. She disgusted him before, but she disgusted him even more now. Sara finished her last drink, putting the glass somewhere to get rid of it. Charles' hand found hers, and he took her through the people to the exit. Sara could see her father watching them leave, and she stared him death in the eyes. She felt her heart sinking in her chest as they walked down the stairs to the driveway, where they could take a car back to their hotel at any moment.

The sounds of the party, the loud, Spanish singer her parents hired to sing for the guests, the chatter of everyone, it all faded out once she was just with Charles. Sara moved onto the backseat of the car, letting her head fall back against the seat with a sigh. Charles' arm wrapped around her shoulders after he told the driver the name of the hotel they were staying at. "Are you alright, mon amour?" Charles asked, his thumb caressing her face lovingly. "Mhm," she hummed. "Just everything about them tires me," she replied, making him chuckle. "Glad we're leaving now," she continued. "I'm exhausted." Charles gave her a small smile. "We have all the time to sleep in tomorrow morning," he told her. "And then head to Mallorca to visit Charles and Isa," he added, making her nod. "Can't wait to leave this place," she yawned. "Next time my parents send an invitation to anything, we're not going," she stated, making him laugh once more. "It wasn't that bad."

"It was."

"We arrived at your hotel, Mr, Mrs. Leclerc."

The driver interrupted them before they could continue the conversation. "Thank you," Charles said, getting out of the car at first, taking Sara's hand as she stumbled out of the car too. Her head was heavy because of the alcohol, but she definitely needed the drinks after the talk with her dad, else she wouldn't have survived the night. And Charles not either. Charles' arm was still wrapped around her to keep her steady on her heels while he tipped the driver, then raising his hand as a simple goodbye, and they headed to the lobby of the hotel. Charles went slightly through his knees, his hands grabbing her legs to lift her up in bridal style. Sara let out a soft laugh, but it felt good to relieve the strain in her feet from her heels. She clicked on the button of the elevator as he carried her inside, and she pressed the button of the top floor of the hotel. Sara swung her arms around his neck as he walked out and reached the door of their suite, to which she drew the key card from her purse to open it.

She sighed in relief as the door of the suite fell closed behind them, and they turned on the lights. Charles dropped Sara on the bed, switching on the nightstand lamps too before closing the curtains in front of the windows. Sara sprawled herself out over the freshly made beds, leaning up on her elbows as Charles came back to her, undoing the strap of her heels and placing them next to the bed. His hands briefly massaged the soles of her sore feet, making her close her eyes. "Don't fall asleep yet, princess," he told her, making her smile. She opened her eyes again as he disappeared into the bathroom, but he had taken her toiletry bag. Her heart clenched in her chest as he got her makeup wipes and started to clean her face. "You're too good to me," Sara said, smiling again as he wiped the lipstick from her lips before reaching for a new wipe. Charles smiled back at her, slightly tilting her head into the light to make sure he had wiped everything from her eyes and the rest of her face. "If I paid attention well enough, you use this next?" he asked, holding up a bottle of some product.