Blair, the princess of Monaco aged 21 is forced into a fake relationship with Charles Lecerc. They both hate each other more than anything. How will the story pan out?
Being Monaco's only princess is, hard. But amazing at the same time. Apart from when I have to go to events I have no interest in. Like the f1 Grand Prix. Especially when i have to get involved with Charles Leclerc. He's the most annoying human being in the world. I hate him and he hates me.
But my father Prince Albert finds it nice to make me and Charles do media, track walks and dinners every year. The public sees us as the best of friends but they couldn't be more wrong.
My mornings always start the same. My lady's maid Clara comes in at 7:00 and opens my curtains then wakes me up. We gossip a bit then I get ready. But not this morning.
I'm woken to the sound of voices coming towards my room. I check my phone, 11:26. That's odd. Then there's a knock at my door. "Come in!" I say sitting up. My door flies open. Oh it's just dad. "Papa, why didn't Clara wake me up?" I question getting out of bed and brushing my hair. "I told her not to" even more odd. "Blair, you are needed downstairs in ten minutes be quick" he shuts my door behind him. He's not too smiley today. That means he's done something that I'm not going to be happy about. Great.
I put on some jeans and a white tank top and go downstairs. "Ahh speak of the devil" I look up from my phone to see my dad sitting with someone at the table. His laugh sounds familiar. Then he turns around. "Princess" he greets me with a sarcastic head bow. "No thanks" I say turning round and making my way back up to my room. "BLAIR ELIZA!" My dad voice booms. "Wow my middle name things must be getting serious" I sit down at the table as far away from Charles as possible. Then my phone pings.
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I shoot Charles a glare. "Blair, I expect you to be going to the after party with Charles on Sunday" that just puts the icing on the cake. "Why papa I went last year!" Charles holds in a laugh and looks at me. "Thanks for the confidence boost princess" ugh I hate him so much. "Well you will have reason to celebrate Blair" oh no. "Yeah like he's going to win" I laugh. "No Blair not Charles's win, the beginning of your relationship" relationship, like as in girlfriend and boyfriend. "Albert do you think that's appropriate?" Charles isn't laughing anymore. "You both will have to toughen up because I expect you both to act like a couple for the rest of your lives. You will also be going on dates, Blair you will be attending more of the races as well, at least 15 per season" is he having a laugh. "No papa, I refuse, I will not waste my adulthood cooing up to some man that has a face like a slapped ass!" Whoops. "BLAIR ELIZA, YOU DO NOT SPEEK LIKE THAT INFRONT OF GUESTS. ESPECIALLY WHEN THAT GUEST IS YOUR FUTURE HUSBAND. YOU WILL PUT UP WITH THIS ARRANGEMENT END OF!" He slams that table and storms off. "Well done Blair, well fucking done" Charles says resting his head in his hands. "Your acting like it's my fault!" What a dick. "I'm not happy about this either Blair" he looks back up at me his face softens slightly. "He wants you to come to the track walk today and he wants us to you know, in public" i sigh and bags my head on the table repeatedly. "If I need to kiss you atleast look pretty please" he says smugly. "I'll be outside, be quick." He stands up and walks out the door not looking at me. I'm more gorgeous than he could ever be. God he's disgusting looking. His brothers are decent but he's just like the ugly duckling.
I run upstairs and route through my closet trying to find something. I end up wearing a black leather dress and black Prada sunglasses. He better bloody think that this is pretty enough for him.
I walk out of the door to see him sitting in an old red convertible. "Perks of the job huh" I sit down. "You could say that. He turns on the engine and drives off. It's about a twenty minute drive to the track as our house is in the hills. "What else did papa say?" He takes a breath. "To not get you pregnant" he better be joking. "Your joking?" "I wish I was your majesty" he really gets on my nerves. Now I have to spend the whole week with him. Hooray.
As soon as we get into the high street crowds start gathering and taking pictures. "It gets less crowded the further down we go" Charles says waving to the fans.
Eventually we get to the paddock. Charles gets out at runs round to my side of the car and opens my door for me. "I can open my door" I say getting out. He then grabs my hand. "You touch my gain and I'll break off your arm" "Blair, I have to" I wince my eyes his fingers interlock with mine. This is worse than I thought it would be. "Just a warning I'm going to have to kiss you at some point" well no shit. "Don't make me think about it dickface" "charming as ever Blair" his voice lowers lightly. My hand is being suffocated by his but no matter how much a squirm he won't let go. "Let go Charles" "I can't Blair, what don't you understand. Your dad gave me orders, I have to follow them" he says turning to face me. Stupid dad. He can't ever understand how much I hate Charles. He just wants to mess up my life and keep me out of trouble. God he's so fucking annoying. "Charles, did dad have you sign something?" He sighs. "Yeah, it was a sheet of paper that essentially said that I have to marry you" "great, absolutely great"
We continue walking down the paddock to get to his garage. I sit down next to him then my phone starts to go mental. Media are already going crazy. All of the headlines are "BLAIR GRIMALDI AND CHARLES LECERC SEEN AT THE PADDOCK HOLDING HANDS ARE THEY A COUPLE??" I turn my phone so Charles can see. "Already fallen into the trap I see" he flicks his eyes back up to the monitor. How can someone be so boring. "Let's go get some lunch in hospitality Blair" he says gathering his stuff and standing up. "Fine" I grab my bag. "We need to you know, infront of the cameras at some point Blair" "stop reminding me about it" I slap his arm. "Come on" he says grabbing my hand and guiding me to hospitality. We find a table and sit down. "What do you want?" He says getting his card out of his wallet. "I'm not hungry" "Blair you need to eat because I can guarantee you didn't have breakfast" "Charles I'm not hungry" he's right I didn't eat breakfast. I pick up my phone and scroll on TikTok while Charles gets his food. He walks over with a tray. He places a plate infront of me. "It's a cheese toastie get it down you" I do like cheese toasties but how does he know. We both eat while scrolling on our phones. "Blair, come sit on my lap" Charles mutters reluctantly" "I'll do it later" he looks up at me. "Im sorry your royal highness are you sure you don't want to follow your fathers orders" "Stop calling me that" I snap. Why why why. Dad couldn't just let me live my life how I wanted to.
I sit on his lap and lean back onto his chest. "Your lap is very uncomfortable French boy" "I'm not French princess" he sounds annoyed. I start to move about trying to make myself more comfortable. Then I feel his hands make their way around my waist. "Fucking touch me like this again and you won't have any arms" "Blair you really need to stop moving" he grunts. He rests his head on my shoulder. "Wow you should win an Oscar for your incredible acting skills" I say sarcastically. Then I feel his lips touch my shoulder and moving up my collar bone. "Stop Charles" he doesn't listen. I move my hand behind his neck and press on his pressure point. "Ow" he yelps. "I did tell you to stop" I remove myself from his lap. I'm never doing that again...
