Petrol in his Veins // Charles Leclerc

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I have to put a little Trigger warning of sexual assault in this one :/ If you have problems you should skip the dior event and read what happens after it :) 

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"Off to the Dior Event!" Jolie showcased her outfit in her story mirror shot. The dress, a shimmering satin in sage color, beautifully accentuated her olive tan. The golden high heels and matching Dior jewelry completed the look. The anticipation for this event was massive – an invitation from Dior wasn't just any invitation.

After leaving her apartment, she hopped into the already waiting taxi. The event was taking place at an exclusive beach club near the Monaco yacht harbor. Even though she lived close by, she decided against driving herself. After all, she was looking forward to enjoying a glass or two. It was time to celebrate.

As the taxi arrived at the beach club, they were greeted by a gorgeous view of yachts, gently rocking in the water. The soft lapping of the waves mixed with the buzzing of the excited guests. The beach club was impressively illuminated, with twinkling lights casting the surroundings in a dreamy glow.

Photographers and journalists were already on site when Jolie arrived. Cameras flashed as she entered the venue. Being an invited influencer, she was quickly surrounded by reporters seeking a brief interview or statement.

Inside the beach club, the atmosphere was lively and festive. There was a live band playing soft tunes, and all around, small lounges were set up where guests could chat and admire the impressive Dior collection. Jolie came across many familiar faces from the influencer world and relished exchanging thoughts on the latest fashion trends and potential collaborations with like-minded people.

After the formal segment, the venue transformed into a bustling club for the after-party. Jolie danced and laughed with some acquaintances, the mood high-spirited. As the clock neared midnight, her phone vibrated in her pocket. It was a message from Charles.

>>How is the party? Everything okay with you?<<

With a smile, Jolie typed back,

>>It's incredible here!<<

Opening the camera app, Jolie began to record a video. She first filmed herself, giving the camera a radiant smile before capturing the surroundings. Suddenly, she felt someone reach for her waist from behind. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?" she protested, turning to confront the unfamiliar man. Without hesitation, she quickly distanced herself and pulled back. Jolie took a refreshing sip from her cocktail and sent the just-captured video to Charles, sure she had stopped recording before the unpleasant encounter.

>>The setting here is breathtaking! I'm sure you'd love it. But some guys here are clearly crossing their limits 🙄<<

Taking another sip from her drink, she quickly scanned her surroundings. To her dismay, the same man was approaching her again. "I don't want you near me. Please, back off," she said, clear frustration in her voice. In that moment, her phone buzzed, and she lifted it to her ear without checking who was calling. "Hello?" she murmured slightly tipsy, continuing to put distance between herself and the intrusive man.

>>Had a little too much to drink, Cherie?<< she heard Charles joking on the other end. With a mischievous smile, she replied, "Just a tad! But my car is safely in Nice, so don't worry."

The iguy approached again."I've already told you to leave me alone!" she asserted, looking for an exit. Unfortunately, in her apprehension, she had inadvertently cornered herself in a secluded part of the club.As he tried to grab her by the wrist, her glass slipped from her grasp, shattering on the floor. "Stop touching me!" she exclaimed, growing increasingly agitated as he pressed her further into the corner. Even in her tipsy state, she became slowley aware that she was in a precarious situation. The man seemed incapable of making rational decisions and appeared solely driven by his desires.In a desperate attempt to fend him off, Jolie kicked and pushed. But despite her courage and determination, he was physically overpowering. Slowly, fear began to set in, eclipsing the alcohol.