Gold || Charles Leclerc

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Charles Leclerc. 25 year old driver for Ferrari. I go through his information flipping through pages of his statistics. Our company was looking to sponsor a formula 1 driver to branch our business into that field. And charles was the perfect guy. Rising to fame with a vigour to succeed. He was ideal.

My great grandfather had started this company with his first vineyard but now we produce all sorts of beverages. Vincents was a name that everyone in the world knew. Myself Belle Vincent, heiress to the business. I had started making my presence known in the company already. My job was to pitch ideas to my father who would then give me credit for the idea. I was in my fourth year in college which means that next year i could finally be an official member of the company. For now i worked under the shadow of my father.

Our big family home was in the south of france where most of our vineyards were. A grand white villa over looking the sea. It was picturesque. Our family to the world was perfect, the most fortunate people on Earth. Nobody can know what they cant see.

I swirled the wine in my glass as i rested my arms on the side of pool. I flipped through the file sitting in front of me. Charles leclerc is the new formula 1 heartthrob. He was the perfect marketing tool and he was a man worth investing in. His success story was around the corner. So close that everyone could smell it.

The warmth of the summer sun caressed my back. My father had already agreed to the idea. Formula 1 is a sport for people with money and that was our target audience so it was perfect overall.

I could hear my father's voice coming closer to the outdoor area of our house accompanied by another unfamiliar voice. Finally they emerged from behind the glass doors to the patio near the pool. The unfamiliar voice belonged to the man whose information was laying infront of me. Charles dressed in a white polo shirt and navy blue slacks walks next to my father both immersed in a seemingly important conversation. The pool was far enough from the patio for them to not notice me.

I watch them as they remain deep in conversation with one another. Not being able to hear them made me nervous as sponsoring him was initially my idea. I throw the last few sips of wine down my throat and swim to the ladder. I lift myself out of the pool and Rose, the house staff, hands me a towel and robe. I wipe my body down with it and wrap the robe around myself, not seeing that i had already been noticed by the two men.

I slip my feet into my sandals and walk over to the two. "Out for a swim my dear?" My father asks as i approach them. "Making the most of the summer." I smile. "Belle meet Charles. He will be a guest at our villa for a week," he explains, "Charles, this is my daughter. Shes the brain behind all of our operations. Sponsoring you was also her idea. One of her best so far."

I hold my hand out for him to shake. "I've heard a lot about you Charles, its nice to finally meet you." He takes my hand in his turning it and bringing it to his lips. He places a soft kiss on my knuckles. "The pleasure is all mine." He returns my smile. As a woman with functioning hormones i felt a light blush creeping up to my cheeks. The warmth of his hand around mine made my blood rush and the feeling of his lips on my skin made my heart do cartwheels. I knew he was a heartthrob but the effect he had on me with that simple gesture was unreal.

He lets my hand go and i clear my throat. "I'll have the staff prepare tea papa and then join you guys in a minute." I turn my attention towards my father. "Sounds great you nosy little thing." I laugh lightly and excuse myself.

"Rose! Rosie!" I call out once I'm inside. "Yes yes what is it." She says from the kitchen. "Please ask the cook to prepare three cups of tea and bring it out to the patio."

"Yes your majesty." She bows mocking me and i laugh rolling me eyes. I express my gratitude and run upstairs to my room to change out of my bikini. I put on a summer dress that reaches my calves with a slit running down my leg. I slip on some heels and let my hair out of the bun on my head and then rush back downstairs.

The smell of baked goods fill the house attracting me towards the kitchen. "Are those my all time favourites Andre?" I squeel as i creep up on him. "Yes miss, the chocolatey abominations you love." I gasp dramatically. "How dare you!" I place a hand on my chest and grab the gooey chocolate cookies from the baking tray. Its like I'm eating them for the first time all over again.

Andre had been the house chef since before i was born. Whenever i was upset because of my father being away he'd make me these cookies with hot chocolate. Ever since then i take comfort in his food.

"What about tea? Is it ready?" I ask. "You dont need to worry about a thing miss it will be out in a minute. Go sit with your father." He replies with a soft smile. "Do you need me to help you with-" "Belle." He says sternly and I drop my shoulders. He played the role of a father figure for me during my father's absence. He was the only person i didnt mind getting scolded by.
I listen to him and walk outside to the patio.

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The outfits in these chapters are added for reference but you can imagine it as whatever you guys want. ENJOY!!