Tell Tale Heart [Pierre Gasly]

Chapter Thirty-Nine

NGL second half of this has once more got some smut so if you don't like I'd recommend skipping like half of the chapter if not more...it's just filler so you won't miss anything intense if it does make you uncomfortable.

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"So...what do you think of the dress?" I ask Pierre as I immediately made my way over to him the second I finally got to the reception, spinning around to give him a 180* view of the green dress that I knew full well I looked incredible in, having improved my tan considerably since my first week in Monaco and it fit so well to demonstrate my toned legs, stomach and the dress did my cleavage some real wonders.

"It's green," he says smirking knowingly, reminding me of the first time he saw me in it in the changing room in Monaco and I let out a giggle as I accept the glass of champagne he is currently holding out to me.

"Well observed, Gasly," I tell him as I cheers his glass and move so that I can wrap my arm around his waist, feeling him do the same with his arm around my shoulder and I observe the room, noticing a lot of the interested looks we are receiving. I try to push them to the back of my mind, instead focusing on him. "You look good," I tell him honestly and I watch him smile down at me, entirely un-phased by the compliment as he presses a gentle kiss to my lips, taking care to not smudge my makeup.

"Heaven has nothing on you right now, mon reve," he whispers in my ear and I smile to myself as I take his hand and drag him further into the room. Lisa, having known that Pierre was coming for a couple of days, had managed to fix the seating chart so that he would sit between Chiara and I. This meant that he wasn't entirely out of place. We sat down at the top table and between Chiara, him and I we all just chatted for an age, occasionally including those around us but for the most part it was a comfortable closed circle of conversation as we discussed the day and general life. Pierre's hand never once leaving its place on my thigh as though he was holding on to ground himself in a very unfamiliar setting which I found to be very understandable having done the exact same thing many times over in France.

The day was filled with laughter and love and great move accompanied by a couple of stand out moments one being when my grandparents came over to where we were sat and the realisation of what was about to happen dawned on me before I could stop it from happening.

"What's wrong?" Pierre asks, squeezing my leg lightly and I shoot him an apologetic smile as I turn in my seat towards my grandparents who are stood just behind us.

"Grand-mère, grand-père - c'est Pierre, mon petit ami," [Grandma, Grandpa, this is Pierre my boyfriend] I say softly as I put a hand on Pierre's shoulder to turn him around slightly and try to ignore the look covering his face as Chiara practically dies of laughter at the predicament I have found myself in. "Ma mère était française...Lisa parle français aussi," [My mother was French, Lisa also speaks French], I remind Pierre softly and watch as he tries to stuff the confusion to the back of his mind as he turns to my grandparents and begins conversing with them. It's a really cute encounter, it turns out they both knew who he was (of course) and both went about complimenting him on his driving and his good looks as well as thanking him for allowing me a day out of the holiday to go and visit them.

That moment was priceless as the realisation fell over him and I had to bite on my lip to stop myself from laughing. I hand it to him though, once the initial confusion fell away from him he handled it really great, standing up to hug them both - inviting them to any Grand Prix of their choice although they pointed out that they were a bit old to travel far and that the French Grand Prix had lost its contract which Pierre looked more than a little disappointed about. However, he offered them Monaco in its place to my surprise and delight as they had never been to any Grand Prix and that would have been an incredible experience. Then my grandparents being two French motorsports fans started angling for information about Alpine at which point I had to interrupt and shoo them away, only made more urgent when they let slip that they had seen some of the video compilations of us together and I realised that before they even came over to talk to me they knew full well what was going on - my gran giving me a quick wink of approval as my grandfather ushered her towards my sister.