Gold || Charles Leclerc

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Charles

I drive through the gates of the Vincent villa. This deal would open up a lot of gates for me in my career. Vincents was the perfect sponsorship and it would mean more investment. I pull up to the front door and step out of the Ferrari tossing the key to one of the guys. I walk through the doors where a man waits to take me to Henri vincent.

We enter a mahogany door to what looks like a study area. There sits a grey haired man in a light blue button up and khakis. "You must be Charles." He says as he stands up and offers me a hand shake. "Mr. Vincent, so good to finally meet you." I take his hand firmly. He gives me a smile. "Come let's go outside. The weather is too nice to not take advantage of." He says walking out of the room and i follow him.

"You have such a nice house Mr. Vincent," i compliment honestly. "Just call me Henri. Where are you staying while you're here?" He inquires. "Premio hotel."

"That place is no comparison to our house. Come stay with us for the week. Then you can go wherever you want." I laugh at his blunt remark. "As much as I'd love to accept your invitation, I have to return for training by Thursday,"

"Well then I'll tell the staff to make arrangements for your stay till Thursday." He says. I comply not giving him much of a reply. He leads me through the house while telling me about the history of the company. We arrive outside on a patio and sit down. Our conversation is light and easy. He asks me about my F1 career and i ask him about Vincents.

I catch something in the corner of my eye and my head turns in the direction of the attraction. A girl around my age emerges out of the pool dressed in a white bikini. The water runs down her body making the droplets look like crystals. She had slightly tan skin with legs for days. Her curves soft and attracting to the touch. The sight made blood rush to my groin. She turns away giving me a perfect view of her ass. I groan internally. Henri had also noticed the girl and stops talking.

The center of our attention then begins to approach us. Her hips sway as she walks. The perfect seductress. As she comes closer i can make out a pair of dark brown eyes with plump lips. Her hair was tied up in a bun on top of her head. She looked like a painting. Something unreal.

I admire her beauty as henri strikes a conversation with her. "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." He says to me and i snap out of my train of unholy thoughts. "I've heard a lot about you Charles, its nice to finally meet you." Her voice smooth yet confident as she holds her hand out for me to shake. Instead of shaking it i grab her hand and bring it to my lips to give it a soft kiss. "The pleasure is all mine."

The way her cheeks go red at the light contact is adorable. She pulls her hand away and says something about getting tea and walks into the house.

Henri goes back to explaining how his company works and i pretend to listen but my brain remains occupied with thoughts of his daughter.

After around 20 minutes of chatting with henri i see her emerge from the glass doors this time dressed in a summer dress with a soft flowery print. The dress gives me a nice view of her leg. Her hair which was previously tied up now loose hanging around her shoulders and down her chest. She was the picture perfect image of beauty with brains given that she came up with the idea of sponsoring me.

She takes a seat next to her father. "My Belle is in her senior year of college at Cambridge now. I wonder how she got this smart when she has a dumbass for a father." He jokes, his chest puffing with pride. "Sure papa." She rolls her eyes with a smile playing on her lips. She had me mesmerised. "What are you studying at Cambridge?" I ask staring into her eyes. "Oh I'm a business major." She replies and i nod.

"Charles you're doing good this season so far. Third in the championship. Whats the plan for the future?" Belle asks taking me off guard because i wasn't expecting her to know much about formula 1. "Come now sweetheart its impolite to ask a man enjoying his break about work." Her father says and she seems to understand but turns to me as if still expecting an answer. "Oh no its fine. We've been pushing really hard so far and the plan is to continue doing that but with a more improved car. The engineers are working on it right now too."

"Interesting." She nods. The door opens and the staff brings out tea. "So Charles whens the season resuming?" Henri asks. "There was a two week gap so we're going to have the french grand prix on the weekend after this one." I take a sip from the teacup. "Thats a pity. I could've joined if i wasn't going to the US. But I'm pretty sure Belle would love to go right dear?" Belle looks at her father for a second. Its as if they talk to one another using just their eyes. I sense a tense energy but Belle turns back to me and smiles. "Of course."

"It would be a pleasure to have you. I'll make sure to take good care of her for the weekend Henri." The rest of tea passes in casual conversation but i can feel Belle growing slightly distant. There must be something I'm missing out on.