Fifty Shades Of Red | Charles Leclerc

7. Charles

Hailey's pov

This is definitely not the bathroom. The realisation of it hits me a moment too late.

"I asked you a question." Charles says, moving closer to me and suddenly, there's not enough air in the room, the space feeling cramped.

I lean against the door, dizziness taking over my body and not being able to stand straight, the room slightly starts spinning around me. Taking a hold of the door knob to ground myself, the liquid in my stomach easies enough not to make me feel like throwing up.

"Does Lewis know you're making funny business in his guest room?" I chuckle while pointing towards the unmade bed, but Charles only stares at me with cold eyes.

"That's none of your business." He responds almost immediately with a flat tone.

He's right. It's not.

"Alright then..." I awkwardly say once the silence is too loud to bear and start to turn around. I'm not too keen on having a private conversation with Charles, not now when I'm having a good time. I don't want to ruin it.

I make my way to leave but my legs betray me, getting tangled in some way and I almost fall on the floor. I almost do...but Charles arms that wrap around me not a second too late prevent me from falling and making a fool out of myself. That is, if I haven't already...

"That asshole gave you this much to drink?" Charles unexpectedly raises a question with an irritated voice.

Does he mean Max?

"I'm not drunk." I tell him but no matter how much I try to make comprehensive, full sentences, I instead slur my words, my voice breaking off every now and then, giving myself away.

"That's right, you're fucking wasted." I still can't fully see him, but I can tell Charles' face is close to mine since I can practically smell the tequila he had.

"And you care because?" I ask while pulling his hands away from my waist. I don't need him to carry myself.

"I don't." He says but he puts his hands back to where they were, determined to keep them there and I ignore how grounded I feel in his presence.

Feeling claustrophobic, I put my hand on his chest to put some distance between us, but then I remember that he's shirtless. My cheeks warm up immediately and I avoid any eye contact.

Charles then chuckles. Of course this reaction pleases him....

Can he actually tell the effect he has on me?

"I've never seen you in a dress before." He mumbles against my skin, taking me by surprise. He leans back, just enough to let his eyes roam all over my body one more time. His intense gaze resulting into me crossing my arms over my body. If he makes a mean comment right now...I don't think I'm in the right state to handle it properly. But instead, he adds...

"Do you have any idea how hot you look in this dress?"

"What-t?" I ask, taken back by what he just said, my heart beat fastening as his breaths hits the side of my face.

I can't have heard that right. He can't just have complimented me. It doesn't make sense. It's so unlike him.

Instead of answering, Charles takes a lock of hair out of the way, exposing my entire neck. Then he leans in and places a soft kiss, his lips lingering on my neck for a bit longer than they're supposed to. My body heats up, but not from all the alcohol I've had.

What does he think he's doing? And why aren't I doing the logical thing and stopping him?

"I couldn't stop looking at you." He confesses and kisses another spot on my neck "From the very moment you walked in..."