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?
I spend the rest of the day sitting in the garage watching Charles. It's boring as fuck. I'm still in the garage as he's in the media pen finishing off interviews. My phone pings.
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Great so now I have to spend a night on a yacht with my mortal enemy. Fucking great. It's only 11:28 so I have the whole day to do something. But being on a yacht is far from what I wanted to do.
Charles finishes in the media pen and runs over to me. He scoops me up into his arms and twirls me around. "Put me down right now dick sucker" I say quietly. "Your dad told me that he wants us to go on the yacht, and to post on instagram confirming our relationship" he sounds happy. "I've got a bathing suit and clothes for you on the boat your mama dropped them off so we can go now" "fine, well done for today Charles" I say reluctantly. "Thankyou, that means a lot Blair" "don't make it something it isn't" I walk away and he follows.
We arrive at the marina 11:53. "There she is, my beauty" he says getting on the boat. "Not as impressive as mine, but it'll do I suppose" Charles grabs my hand and helps me onto the boat. "There's paparazzi everywhere Blair so do your best to atleast not look like you hate me" he says kissing my head. This isn't too bad I suppose. A night on a yacht what could go wrong.
"Blair, we need to take the photos your dad wanted us too" he says sitting down next to me. "There's a bikini in your bag, put it on I'll be out here waiting for you" he walks out to the front of the boat. Great a bikini, surely mama didn't pack that for me.
I walk out onto the front if he boat and he takes me into his arms. "You touch my ass and I will chuck you off the side of the boat" I mutter. "We do need to kiss for some you know Blair" "I know" he tucks his hand behind my head and caresses my cheek with his thumb. "Charles what are you doing?" "Shut up your royal highness and kiss me"
His lips connect with mine and sparks roam my body. His tongue flicks against mine. His hands slide up and down my hips. He lifts me up and places me down onto a sun bed. He crawls on top of me and continues the kiss. I push him away. "Not here, it will cause a scandal" I stand up and walk into the cabin leaving him sitting on the sun bed.
I did enjoy the kiss. But I don't love him. It would be wrong to gaslight him like that. I check my phone and all the paparazzi have photos of our kiss. Great.
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Dad will be happy. But I'm not, I'm not in the slightest. Then there's a knock on the cabin door. "Blair?" I stand up and open the door. He walks in and sits down. "I'm so sorry Blair" "I'm sleeping the the other room Charles, see you in the morning"
I guess I'm angry at him. We're supposed to hate each other. It's literally my personality, hating Charles Leclerc. But maybe he doesn't hate me as much as I hate him.
