Pole position // Charles Leclerc

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Mias POV:
I met my brother at the car and we headed back to the hotel, to get ready for the club. I had doubted that Daniel would come out after missing the race, but he had insisted.

He was either really blind, or taking a step back from my dating life for once, but he was yet to question me on my relationship with Charles. But then again, this was the first night he was going to spend with us both since my surprise meal.

A lot had changed since then.

'Is 30 minutes enough time for you?' Daniel asked, pocketing his car keys and walking around to open my door.

'Can dogs fly?'

'Okay well, 40 minutes then. Everyone will already be there.' He chuckled, closing the door behind me.

'You can go, I'll get a taxi.' I shrugged.

'I'm not letting you get a taxi on your own.' He snapped.

'Well, Im sure there will be someone not going just yet. I'll find out, you go and have fun, you deserve it.' I smiled.

He narrowed his eyes at me before pressing the button on the lift, typing away on his phone for a few minutes before restarting the conversation.

'Charles isn't drinking, he said he'll bring you up when you're ready.' He said, putting his phone away.

Of course he did.

'Okay.' Was all I could manage. I was worried my brother could see right through me, but he didn't say anything else.

We hit our floor and he turned towards his room, shouting back towards me.

'Text me when you get there! I'll come find you!' He called.

'I will do Danny.' I smiled, unlocking my door and letting myself in, sighing heavily once I was in the safety of my own room.

Charles had left me begging for him. I was going to do the same thing to him, whether he liked it or not. I had no idea what we were, but I knew that we both wanted eachother, physically.

That made this a fun little game for me, as I rooted through my suitcase, looking for a specific white, oversized shirt.

Charles: you coming?

Me: funny joke. Fuck you

Charles: open the door, I've got a proposition for you.

I finished up my lipstick and rubbed them against each other, putting it in my bag and heading to the door, ruffling up my hair on the way. I checked out of the peephole and smiled, Charles stood wearing all black, checking his watch occasionally.

I opened the door to him, making sure to keep my composure, not letting him see that I was checking him out. He smiled instantly, leaning against the door the second the frame was available to him.

'What is this proposition?' I asked, not wanting to waste any time.

'You look nice.' He said, staring me up and down as if I was about to disappear any second.

I closed the door behind us, sliding my key into my bag and heading towards the stairs, leaving him following me. I heard him chuckle and I had to try hard to hide my reddening cheeks, knowing that he was behind me, watching my shirt glide up my thighs as I walked.

'Mamma Mia.' He mumbled, coming up behind me and wrapping a strong arm around my waist.

'That's fitting.' I responded, looking up at him to see the hungry look in his eyes.