IL PREDESTINATO | Charles Leclerc |

Chapter 18

After the French Grand Prix, Christina traveled with Charles back to Monaco. The doctor told him that he had to be very careful for the next few days since his body was really bruised. And of course Christina didn't believe that he would actually rest so she couldn't leave him alone.

When Charles woke up, the spot beside him was empty and cold. So Christina had left long ago. Even though he felt sore, Charles got out of bed and walked towards his kitchen, where Christina was making breakfast.

"Good morning, baby," he said as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed softly on her neck. "Good morning, piano boy," she smiled. "How did you sleep?" she asked him.

"Good," he replied, taking a piece of beacon from the pun. "Don't burn yourself," she warned him. "I'm not worried. If I do, I'm pretty sure my nurse will come to my rescue. " he smirked down at her.

"Your nurse?"

"Yeah, you know. Blonde, green eyes, really pretty. She left her work so she'd take care of me. " Charles placed his hands on her hips. "Poor her. I don't know how she stands you, " she rolled her eyes.

"Mmmm," Charles smiled before leaning in to kiss her. His hands moved, exploring her body, as he kissed her deeply. Things heated up pretty quickly, and Charles tried to pick her up and place her on the counter, but Christina stopped him.

"Hey, not funny actions for you, mister," she told him, and Charles frowned. "You're still pretty bruised. Take it easy, " she spoke to him softly.

"I'm fine! It doesn't even hurt," Charles exclaimed, and Christina looked at him with a raised eyebrow. She placed her hand on his sides, where she remembered his bruise to be and put some pressure on it, making him groan in pain.

"That was unfair," he pointed his finger at her. "But still, it will be fine. You might have to do the most of it, but it will work. "

"Charles," the man looked at her with hopeful eyes. "We'll burn the food," she told him before moving him away so she'd continue cooking. Charles released a sigh before sitting on one of the chairs.

After breakfast, Charles found himself lying on the bed, reading a book, when Christina entered.

"Shirt off, Leclerc," she ordered him as she went to the bathroom. "If you want to have your way with me, just say so. No need to be bossy, " Charles chuckled.

"Really funny!" she rolled her eyes at him as she sat beside him on the bed.

"That's the second time you've rolled your eyes at me, mon cœur. Let's not make it a habit, " Charles stated as he picked her up and made her sit on his lap.

"Charles!"

"Relax, you weight close to nothing," he exclaimed, his voice calm. He pushed her hair off of her shoulders and a couple of strands behind her ears so he could take a better look of her face.

She was beautiful.

Charles leaned in to kiss her, but the girl turned away, refusing to let their lips touch. So Charles kissed her now exposed neck, making her sigh in frustration.

"I need to put some cream on your bruises," she stated. "Do your thing, baby," he replied, moving down to her shoulders.

"You have to lean back," she said, and Charles followed her orders. Christina started to spread the cooling cream on his body. Her fingers were soft and careful since she didn't want to hurt him.

The whole time she did that, Charles couldn't take his eyes off of her. She looked so concentrated on what she was doing. It was adorable.

Charles just wanted to turn them around and have HIS way with her, but she would get mad. So he decided against it.