Falling for the Leclerc's

18. Feelings

                               Charles' pov

I had to get out of there. I couldn't look at them, at neither of them. I feel like I'm about to throw up.

The way Grace just sat in his lap, the way Arthur held her and whispered things in her ear. And don't get me started on what they were doing later on, all in front of me.

How long had this been going on?

Were they sneaking behind my back this entire time? Is Grace the reason why Arthur has been acting so strange recently? Is Arthur part of the reason she left?

So many questions...all of them left unanswered.

I push the door of the club open and get out. The cold air immediately hits my face. I can hear the door open and close again but I don't bother to turn around.

"Charles!" Pierre approaches me "What is going on?" He asks with a firm voice.

I don't reply. I just stare in the distance. The sun had set long ago and Monaco was lit by lights.

"What was that in there?" Pierre continues to ask me questions.

"I don't know alright!" I scream at him but immediately regret it after. If anything, i'm glad that Pierre always has my back.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He puts a hand on my back.

"I don't know alright I-" I begin while putting my hands to my face. Ever since Grace came back to my life, my emotions have been all over the place.

"I didn't know they were a thing" I sigh "Are a thing. I didn't even know she was here until a day ago and Arthur...I don't know what's gotten into him. I don't know what game he's playing."

"Charles, I'll ask you something but I want you to be honest with me." Pierre says with a serious tone.

I nod and turn towards him so I can face him. I can see that Pierre is struggling to ask this. He's never been this nervous to ask me anything before.

"Do you still have feelings for Grace?" He finally asks.

Do I still have feelings for Grace?

Of course I do. I'd be lying to myself if I said I didn't. My heart beats so fast every time she walks into a room, I smile every time I think of her or see her. But I don't think I'm ready to admit it, not yet.

I look Pierre in the eye and say with a straight face.

"No"

Pierre looks at me, deciding if he wants to believe me or not.

"So, is that it? You're just going to leave your girl in there with your brother?"

"What do you want me to do Pierre, beat the shit out of my little brother?" I ask annoyed. "And she's not my girl...not anymore."

"Oh please! I saw the way she looked at you!"

"Yeah, was that before or after she was flirting with my brother?"

"You know what Charles, do whatever you want. I can't deal with you when your drunk." Pierre says and gets back in.

I don't want to stay here alone so I do the same. I go back to my seat, my brother and Grace no where in sight.

Did they leave together?

As I'm about to lose my temper I finally catch a glance of Grace. She's in the middle of the dance floor, moving her hips beautifully while Arthur is behind her.

I don't take my eyes off her.

Arthur spins her around and pulls her back into him and starts planting kisses on her neck. I dig my nails into my hands, trying my best to not go up there, pick her up, throw her on my shoulder and take her home with me.

Arthur forcely pulls her by the waist, as close to him as possible. Grace continues to grind on him and I can feel my blood boil. But also, the way she's dancing is making me feel things I hadn't felt since she left.

Am I really being turned on by my ex girlfriend right now?

So many inappropriate thoughts run through my mind. Mostly things I want to do to her if I get a chance with her alone with me. Nothing we haven't done before though.

I was too busy staring at Grace when I feel a pair of hands on my body.

"Hey handsome, want some company?"

                                 

                            Grace's pov

Me and Arthur start dancing together. His hands roam all over my body but I'm too drink to care what other people that see us might think.

He pulls me into him and a small whimper escapes my mouth. Arthur then starts kissing my neck. I turn my head up so I can give him access to my neck, when I see Charles.

He's taken his seat and he's standing there, watching us, watching me. I throw my head back in pleasure as Arthur continues sucking harder on my neck and I can't help but imagine as if Charles was doing so instead.

No that's wrong. That's so wrong.

When I pull my head down, I see that Charles is not alone anymore. A beautiful girl is standing next to him, with her hands on his chest, whispering something to his ear. Charles then smirks and gets up, takes her hand and leads her to the bathroom. They both pass through the crowd of people and my eyes lock with Charles.

I have my hands wrapped around Arthur and Charles has his hand interlocked with the girl he's with but yet we can't seem to stop ourselves from looking at each other.

Before getting into the bathroom, Charles turns his head, winks at me and disappears inside.

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