Tell Tale Heart [Pierre Gasly]

Chapter Twenty-Six

I don't actually go to sleep but I also don't let Pierre in the house. I hear him yelling for a while as I unpack my suitcase but by the time that he finally finishes yelling I am just getting in the shower in an attempt to wash off some of the flight and as I get out of the shower in my towel and wander downstairs for some water I find an annoyed looking Pierre being let in the door by Luca as I paint innocence on my face.

"Oh no, what happened Pierre?" I ask him earnestly and he looks at me deadpan in the face and I can see him seriously questioning all of his decisions up to this point. Good.

"Ah, Mister got locked out and so I came by to let him in," Luca offers after Pierre doesn't respond and I exaggeratedly nod back, feigning concern and guilt on my face as I clutch a little tighter at the towel.

"Oh, I'm so sorry you had to come back so soon - I'm sure he won't leave the house without keys again," I tell Luca who nods in agreement and I see Pierre's jaw tense momentarily before he also fakes a smile to Luca and nods in agreement.

"Yes, she must have been so tired from the flight and instantly fallen asleep so as to not hear me yelling or knocking," he says tersely and Luca lets the words wash over him as he nods before bidding us farewell and exiting the front door. We both smile and wave at him as he leaves and the moment he closes the front door behind him our hands drop at the same time and we look back at one another, a stubborn look of superiority coming over my face as he glares at me.

"Very funny, Jay, but I will make you pay for that," he mutters as he pushes past me into the front room and I just chuckle, letting him go to his stuff as I continue into the kitchen in search of a glass to fill with some cold water to help me fight the intense French heat.

I'm successful after opening a few cabinets and I breathe a sigh of relief as I chug some water, screwing my eyes shut before wiping the tiredness out of them. Although I hadn't napped - I really could do with one. I fill up the glass again as I check the time on the wall and see that it is 4pm already and I'm going to need to figure out what I'm doing for dinner soon. When I walk into the living room, I see Pierre has already pulled out the sofa bed, true to his word and organised it all, his bags neatly slotted underneath it although the Frenchman is nowhere in sight. I frown as I look around suspiciously before giving up and continuing up the stairs to the solo bedroom and all confusion disappears as I hear the shower in my room going.

I groan as I put down the glass on one of the bedside tables before going over to the door of the en-suite and banging my fist on it loudly. "Pierre!" I yell before hearing the shower continue to run and so I continue knocking violently on the door until I hear it switch off and within a few seconds the door is swinging open in front of me and I am confronted with Pierre who is still dripping wet from the shower - droplets of water falling from the hair that is half covering his eyes and him clutching a towel around his waist. Low on his waist.

My eyes get stuck on the cross that sits on his chest, normally hidden by whatever shirt he is wearing but now it sits clearly and glinting slightly in the light coming in from the window. I find, to my great annoyance that my eyes begin to travel down his toned abs towards his snail trail that is leading towards something I am very aware of and as I realise my eyes got stuck there longer than they should have I take a guilty step back before looking at his ocean blue eyes which were currently looking very smug and matching the smirk on his face as he leaned on the door frame and looked back at me, letting me know that I had been caught.

1-2 to Pierre.

"What are you doing in here?" I hiss at him after a couple more moments - finally finding my voice and he just shrugs as he looks around - pushing the hair from his face.