Game On || C.L.16

2.9

Charles' POV

I am stressing out as I'm standing in front of my wardrobe. Or more like the few items I did hang up in the closet. Most of the clothing items just laying in my suitcase. It's not like I brought a lot of fancy clothes. I wasn't really planning on going on a date while here. Yet that's where I find myself, about to go on a date with my brother's ex-girlfriend.

How the fuck did I get myself into this?

Correction, why did I get myself into this. While her brother seems very much okay with this happening, I am unsure how both of my brothers will respond. Arthur will definitely not like it, but Lorenzo might even turn into this protective person over Arthur and actually hate me for it. And I am unsure whether I can take that.

Which is why none of them know about this happening, because I need to be the one to tell them. Face to face. And when I do, I need to be certain about what this is. Because there's no reason for me to tell them if this is just a holiday fling.

Although I must admit that Amelie has always been one to catch my eye. Even when she was still with Arthur.

I settle on one of the two suits I had brought, a dark blue one that is. I'm about to button the shirt, when there's a knock on my door. Unsure of who it is, I open the door revealing Pierre.

Shit

"So." Pierre says walking into the room, closing the door behind him. "You and my sister?" If it ever does become more, and Arthur isn't killing me, I'm gonna have to talk to him about whether Pierre was this intimidating to him too.

"Uh yeah maybe." I stammer continuing buttoning the shirt.

"This is not some sick payback for what she did for Arthur?" I can feel my blood run cold, how could he even think this?

"No, definitely not." I tell him grabbing the suit jacket from the hanger.

"Good. You better be telling the truth, I'll be coming for you if you hurt her." He says sternly. "But until then, please try and make her happy. She's been through so much, and I've been seeing the real Amelie a bit more often this week. I can't help but think that it might have to do with you." I can tell there's tears pricking in his eyes as the words leave his lips. She really did a number on him when her health was declining.

"I'm gonna try my best, Pierre." I tell him after which he leaves the room.

His words present in my mind as I go and do my hair. Why would he think I would hurt her? Yes what she did to Arthur was brutal. And if she were to ever do that to me, I'd be mad. But right now? I think I forgave her, I think I'm fine with what happened. We all make mistakes, we learn from them. As long as she knows that this is not how you should behave, I'm fine with that.

It doesn't matter to me.

After I've done my hair and checked the time multiple times, it doesn't escape me that I'll probably have to wait about twenty minutes until Amelie is ready. I decide to walk down to the living room anyway, spotting Esteban who's pretty much just typing away on his phone.

"You're stupid. You know your brother is gonna hate you for this right?" Esteban says chuckling as I sit down next to him.

"I know, but I'll think about it when I need to tell him."

"You haven't told him yet?" His eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Nope, and there's no need to tell him about something he doesn't know."

"You're even more stupid than I thought." Esteban says shaking his head a bit. "I'm not gonna clean up this mess for you, and you best believe neither is Pierre."