"And then one day we meet a person. Without even wanting it, she becomes our best story".
The story of when I met my idol, and how I went from fan to soul mate.
*This story is fiction, even if it is based on real people it is not reality*
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I hear the alarm clock ringing. I turn it off and turn over in bed. It's really early and I'm tired. I pose peacefully when a species of dinosaur comes to shake me and jump on me.
Charles: Go get up today we're going skiing!
I raise my head to see his happy little angel smile. He's lucky to be cute otherwise I would have gotten upset for this most horrible alarm clock. He goes downstairs as I scramble out of bed. This guy really has too much energy. I put on my slippers and join him downstairs. He has already prepared all the breakfast. I go to give him a hug and he places a kiss on my forehead. We eat bread with jam, a little coffee and we go to get ready. I get him a jumpsuit and everything he needs. He's still the only guy who can be hot in a ski suit, he really looks like a model. We go out to put our skis on and off we go to ride.
I'm impressed with the way Charles skis. I knew he was going to ski a few times in Italy with the Scuderia, but he really has an excellent level. After a good morning we decide to stop to eat and obviously Mr. wants to have a fondue. I'm not a big fan of that but hey (yes I know sacrilege for a Swiss). We sit on the terrace on a small wooden table with false animal skin covers. Charles decides to make a story of me to put it in an Instagram story. I can be seen with my fork taking the dripping fondue. He decides not to put the location where we are to stay a little "anonymous". We have a little mulled wine before leaving for skiing at the end of the afternoon.
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We sit down on the chairlift and I lay my head on his shoulder. I admire the view and the moment. I'm really happy and peaceful with him, he's my ideal man.
Charles: Are you feeling good mon amour? Emma: Yes and you? Charles: Yeah. You look like you're overthinking, is there something wrong? Emma: No, on the contrary everything is fine.
He smiles and kisses me. His nose is cold on mine. I rest my head on his shoulder waiting for the arrival.
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We're back at the apartment, and my parents have already arrived. My mother can't help but pay 40 compliments to Charles who is "super handsome in his old ski clothes that we lent him". She makes me laugh too much, she loves her too much. We go up to undress and put on more comfortable clothes. I warn Charles that I'm off in the shower. I was about to close the shower's door when a hand comes between the middle. I see Charles' little head appear.
Charles: Is there room for two?
I laugh and let him in. I tell him he mustn't make any noise because I don't want my parents to hear that we're both in the shower together. We get undressed and get in the shower. We look at each other like two idiots and we burst out laughing. We try to keep quiet and be discreet but this situation is too funny. We have to act like we're 14 and we have to hide from our parents. He gives me a hug and plunges his beautiful blue-green eyes into mine. He really melts me. He washes my body and I do the same for him. We get out of our quick shower and get into a single towel. It is obviously too small for both of us but we try to stick together as much as possible. Charles takes the towel and dries me before drying himself. A real gentleman.
We go get dressed and join my parents in the living room. They ask us what our program is for the evening, and Charles suggests the name of a restaurant he would like to try. My parents accept and so we leave to make ourselves beautiful. I opt for black pants with a black top with sequins. I do a pulled ponytail and put on red lipstick. The downside of the mountain is that you can't dress the way you want because of the cold. Charles puts on a black turtleneck that suits him perfectly with gray pleated trousers. He's clearly fuckable like that. We join my parents downstairs and we leave for the restaurant.
We decide to take red wine that we will share with the four. We tell my parents about our day, and I explain how good Charles is at skiing. My mum says she can't wait to see it tomorrow as we're going to go skiing with them again before heading home in the evening. The evening is going very well. Everyone is happy to see each other again and the atmosphere is really cool. We treat ourselves to a good dish, a fillet of beef for Charles and pasta with truffles for me, and even a dessert. Charles goes to the toilet which makes me find myself in the middle of an interrogation.
Christine (mom): So tell me darling, it's not too complicated that he's known for your private life? Emma: No really it's fine. There are fans who come to him quite often to ask for photos but they are respectful so that's fine. Olivier (dad): And your little life as a rich girlfriend is fine, huh? *He laughs* Emma: You know very well that I don't care about that. And I don't let it go, I don't let him pay me stuff all the time or whatever. He knows anyway that I'm really not here for his money. Olivier (dad): Yes I know my daughter don't worry. Enjoy every moment you can because you are privileged. Many people would like to have a life like yours. Emma: Yes I know dad. Oh and I didn't tell you but in a few days I'm going to Maranello for the Scuderia's end-of-year party. It's a kind of gala and everything I can't wait! Christine (mom): Oh, you'll take a picture of you and Charles in your nice clothes!
Charles returns to the table, which puts an end to our little conversation. After about 10 minutes my dad calls a waiter.
Olivier: Could we have the bill, sir, please? Waiter: It has already been settled by this gentleman. *points to Charles* Olivier: Oh ok thank you.
The waiter leaves and my father turns to Charles:
Olivier: You have to tell us how much we owe you! Charles: No, I'm the one offering you the meal. To thank you for welcoming me into your home etc. Olivier: It was not necessary. But it's really very very nice of you. I feel guilty for taking such an expensive wine now. We were planning to invite you. Charles: *laughs* No worries. It is a pleasure.
We go back to the apartment, my parents thank Charles once again before we go up to our room. I think our moments together before sleeping are really my favorite. We paused cuddling and I feel soothed. I know I can talk to her about anything and I love that. The best place in the world is in his arms.
