Falling for the Leclerc's

19. Lord Perceval

Grace's pov

My mood is completely ruined when Charles heads to the bathroom with another girl. I know I have no right to feel this way, especially because I am here with his brother.

Why would he leave with her? Is he trying to make me jealous?

Suddenly Arthur's phone rings. He pulls it out of his pants and looks at the screen.

"Sorry beautiful, but I got to take this." He says with an apologetic look. "Will you be okay here on your own?"

"Yeah, don't worry about me" I say and Arthur gives me a kiss on my forehead and heads for the door.

Bored I ordered a few drinks and down them.
Suddenly my phone buzzes.

ARTHUR🤍
Grace sorry but i had to leave
It was important (work related)
I talked with the guys and they
can bring you home.
I'm so sorry that our night got
cut short.
                                                                         ME
                                                 it's fine Arthur   
                                                       don't worry
                                                         I had fun :)
ARTHUR🤍
Me too :)
Good night beautiful
                                                                         ME
                                                            Good night

Great. Now I'm all alone and I don't have a ride home anymore. I decide to have fun on my own. I mean , I'm in Monaco. Might as well make the best out of it.

Too many drinks later and I'm dancing on top of a table. There's a few men around me hyping me up. I didn't realise that being drunk was so fun!

"Grace" I hear a voice shout my name so I slowly turn around and impress myself when I don't fall on the floor.

Charles is angrily heading towards me. His hair is messy and he is zipping up his pants.

Ouch. I mean I know he was there with the other girl but I was praying to God that he wasn't doing anything more than making out.

"Hey Charlie" I say while laughing and holding a bottle of vodka in my hand.

Charles pushes through a few people trying to get to me.

"Get down, it's time to go" he says and raises up his hand so I can take it and get down from the table.

"I'm not going anywhere with you" I say and push his hand away while I keep on dancing.

"It worked, you got my attention, now let's go" he says now even more angrily.

I pretend I did not hear him and continue doing my own thing. Then a guy starts flirting with me and being too drunk, I return it.

"Goddamn Grace, don't make me come up there and get you."

This time I know that Charles is not joking so I give in.

"Fine, but stop screaming at me Lord Perceval! " I say and take the hand that he's still holding up.

While trying to get down from the table my foot slips but luckily Charles is near and doesn't let me fall. He picks me up bridal style. For a few seconds our eyes lock.

"You know, it was you who did the screaming when you called me that." He says and smirks.

My mind immediately goes back to us together, in his bed.