Falling for the Leclerc's

26. Betrayed

                              Grace's pov

I wake up with a massive headache. Never, ever drinking that much ever again.

I rethink of everything that happened yesterday while I take in my surroundings. Last night I fell asleep in Arthur's embrace but right now, his hands around wrapped around me. I roll on the other side of the bed, but it's...empty.

I slowly get up, and reach for my phone which is almost dead and check to see if he has texted me, but I got no notifications.

Why'd he leave without saying anything? Does he want me still here when he returns?

I get up from the bed and start looking around the room for my clothes. Suddenly a door opens and then closes again. I turn around to see who it is.

"Morning...oh you're leaving?" Arthur asks with a disappointed look when he sees me holding my dress in my hands.

"Morning...hmm, I saw that you had left, so I thought-" I begin to say nervously.

"You thought wrong." Arthur smiles a bit and starts getting closer. "I was just ordering some room service and didn't want to wake you up yet."

"Oh." is all I manage to say.

His response makes me happy.

Arthur goes to the bed and sits down, putting his hands on my waist and pulling me closer to him. Now I'm standing between his separated legs. I put my hands on his shoulders to maintain my balance after his sudden action. He continues to pull me towards him. Now I'm seated on his lap, both of my legs on each side of him, and a smirk appears on his face.

"How are you, after last night?" He quietly asks.

"Better." I say but Arthur starts kissing my neck.

"Arthur?" I look up at him.

When he heare his name he stops and looks at me while cupping one of my cheeks.

"Thank you for taking care of me last night."

"Always."

This time I lean in and kiss him, pulling him closer to me by his neck. He then slowly bites my bottom lip and slips his tongue in my mouth. My hands are now under his shirt. Arthur gets up from the bed while he's holding me, his hands on my thighs, our lips never separating and turne around, gently laying me on his bed.

I pull away a little to catch my breath and he looks at me with a fire in his eyes. Slowly, he pulls my shirt up, leaving me only in my bra and panties. He does the same to the shirt he's wearing and I tug the waistband of his sweatpants. As I tilt up my head a little, Arthur places a trail of short, sweet kisses on my neck, down my chest and finally on my stomach.

"Is this okay ?" He asks with a raspy voice.

I start to answer him, but my words get stuck in my throat.

"Mhm...I-" I just nod, not being able to fully form an answer.

I don't know what I want.

"Words baby" he says and he continues kissing me dangerously close to my private area. He tugs on my panties to tease me, and I can feel his hot breath.

The only thing that could be heard are my small whimpers. I can't help but let my head fall back in pleasure.

When he sees me do so, he stops.

"I need you to look at me baby."

I try my best to pull my head up, not wanting Arthur to stop what he's doing. He then runs a few fingers over my panties.

"You're so wet baby." He says with a smirk as he moves his hand up and down.

"All for me?" He says while sucking on my neck.

"All for you." I say and take a deep breath.

A moan escapes my mouth which makes him move quicker. I can feel him start getting impatient.

When he's about to put my panties aside the door knocks.

"Ugh." I groan clearly annoyed that we were interrupted.

"Room service is here." he says.

Arthur gets up and gives me a quick kiss on my lips.

"To be continued." He says and gets up to open the door.

I pull the bed covers up since I'm still on my underwear. I'm so turned on right now that food is the last thing I'm thinking of.

How come we're always interrupted? Is this a sign from the universe that we shouldn't be doing this or what?

While I'm waiting for Arthur to get back to bed, my phone starts ringing.

Charles' pov

I went to bed last night and I woke up today thinking about her. I've been doing that a lot lately. She lives rent free in my head. I'm starting to believe that thinking about your ex non-stop it's not healthy.

I mean look at me. I've done nothing the last couple of days but stayed in my room. I told my manager to cancel all my meetings and calls and last night was the first night that I went out in awhile. The point was to forget about her and I was doing just fine. That was until she showed up.

I couldn't stop looking at her. The way she talked, smiled, danced. I was drunk with the thought of her. But it turned out that I wasn't the only one admiring her from afar.

Once Grace walked into the club, every man turned his head and started looking at her. I wanted to rip their eyes out.

Pierre tried to stop me, but I got up and I went around to every single one of them, telling them that she was mine and advised them to not approach her or even look at her for that matter, or there would be consequences.

At some point I contemplated going up to her, but I didn't think she wanted me near her right now. I mean she wouldn't even return my calls and texts. I couldn't stay there any longer so I decided to leave.

Since last night I couldn't stop thinking about her. Is she still mad at me? Should I try calling her again to apologise? Will she perhaps pick it up?

I pick up my phone and dial her number. It starts ringing so I anxiously stare at the ceiling.
When I'm about to hang up because it has been awhile and she still hasn't picked it up, she accepts the call.

"Hello?" She says.

I catch myself smiling only by hearing her voice. The power this girl has over me...I'm whipped.

"Grace." I try to say without sounding so excited.

At first there's silence.

"Why are you calling me Charles? Now is not a good time." She whispers.

"Grace, I called so I-" I begin to say but then I hear another voice in the background.

"Grace, who are you talking to?" A male voice could be heard in the background.

My heart stops beating and my smile falls.

She's not alone. She's with another man. Is that...Arthur?

"Just Camilla." She says.

Seriously?

"Put me on speaker." I say trying to remain calm. "Now."

"I'll call you later." She says and with that she hangs up.

I'm left here, shocked and contemplating if I should barge into her room.

If they're even in her room...

The thought of her with another man...especially my brother...is killing me. I can't help but feel betrayed.

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