Trouble || Pierre Gasly || Fake dating

Trouble

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Tonight was supposed to be an escape from the grasp of my snobby parents, a way to get away from their control and just have some fun. I didn't expect this night to completely change the course of my life.

"Kara are you ready?" Haley shouts from down the hall. "One second." I yell back quickly slipping on my silver heels and checking my appearance in the mirror. My black dress hugs my body in all the right places, I fix my brown hair over my shoulders letting the loose curls fall down my back.

I greet Haley, one of my only friends still living in Monaco. She's wearing a short red skirt and white crop top, her blonde hair complimenting her sun-kissed skin. "Finally i'm desperate for a drink." She complains. "You're telling me, my parents are being impossible I need out of here right now." I reply, quickly dragging her out the door.

We greet our taxi driver before getting comfortable in the back. "So what'd they do now?" Haley asks, all too used to my parents sly antics. "They 'borrowed' all my money to buy a new hot tub. What's the bet they'll ever give me that back?" I huff, sinking into the seat. "Fuck them honestly." She shakes her head in annoyance. "Might as well waste the rest of my money on drinks." I sigh. "Why not start now?" A sly grin spreads across her face as she passes me a flask, I take a swig tasting the vodka burn my throat.

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We make our way to the bar and order some shots. We drink enough to start feeling the affects of the alcohol before Haley excuses herself to go speak to a man she's caught the eye of. She's very familiar with clubbing and usually goes home with a new guy whenever we are out, so i'm pretty sure I wont be seeing her again tonight. Me on the other hand, I try to avoid the gazes of men who are just here to get in some girls pants. However, once I meet his deep blue eyes I know tonight is going to be a different story.

He wastes no time approaching me and I finally get a good luck at his face. He has a chiselled beard that compliments his sharp jaw and his brown fluffy hair is swooped to one side. The top few buttons of his shirt are undone revealing his toned chest. "Who are you here with Beautiful?" He yells over the music, a strong French accent prominent in his voice. "Nobody important." I reply, shamelessly flirting with the handsome man, It's not like I have anything to lose tonight.

"Do you have a name?" He spins me around and presses his body against my back, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Why do you need it?" I tilt my head to the side giving him full access to my neck. "I'd like to remember you tomorrow." He whispers, pressing wet kisses to my neck. "Don't worry about that, i'm not the type of face you can forget."

"I'm Kara." I turn to face him, admiring his handsome features. "Pierre." He replies, studying every detail of my face. "Pierre." I let the name roll off my tongue and place a kiss to the side of his mouth. "Don't tease me love." He growls. "Don't tell me what to do." I snap back, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him towards me. His face is inches from mine his hot breath drawing me in.

My hands find their way to the nape of his neck, I lightly tug on his hair. "You're going to get me in so much trouble ma chérie." he mumbles before pressing our lips together. "So impatient Pierre." I tease between breaths, "I've held myself back long enough." He steals another kiss, before deciding we need more drinks.

We spend the rest of the night dancing and drinking, our judgment has definitely been clouded by the alcohol in our systems.

I have this gnawing feeling that something is wrong, I shouldn't be with him.