My Princess

Part three

I tumble around in bed for hours trying to get to sleep. I don't know why but I just can't. I check my phone. Charles Lecerc has a new post. I open instagram.

Well I guess that's our hard launch then. I stand up and put on a hoodie. I go and sit on the top of the boat and watch the stars. It's something I used to do with my older brother until he left for college.

"Blair" a tired voice whispers. I sit up and see Charles standing on the steps. "Yeah?" "I'm sorry" he seems upset. "Come here" I whisper. He sits next to me and lays down. I rest my head on his bare chest. In this moment I feel safe. Like I belong here. "This is a one off understood?" I sit up and rest my lips on his. His hands roam up and down my body. His touch feels electric. Like nothing I've felt before. I'm still his sworn enemy. But with benefits.

I wake up the next morning bundled in a blanket. Charles is nowhere to be seen. I pick up my phone, no new messages. Where is he? "Charles?" I walk out onto the deck to see him listening to music with his AirPods in. He's standing at the front of the boat watching the ocean. He looks almost perfect. Not perfect perfect because he's Charles Leclerc. But close enough.

I turn around and take of my hoodie. I just slept in my underwear. I sand on the rain limb the the side of the most and jump in the water. It's warmer than usual. And clearer. I swim round to the front of the boat and lay on my back. Charles look down at me and smiles. "Is that your way getting my attention princess" "well did it work?" He doesn't answer and takes of his shirt and shorts. He jumps in next to me. He surfaces and grabs my waist. "Your so sexy" he whispers brushing his lips against my own. I wrap my legs around his hips and he grabs my waist. It's still early. About 6am so it's just us awake. "Your so beautiful Blair" he kisses down my neck grazing it with his teeth. "Charles we need to be at the paddock soon" I whisper leaning into his shoulder. "I'm an f1 driver baby I can make it fast" I laugh gently at his remark. "Is that what you say to all of your girls?" "Only the pretty ones" He laughs placing my lips back against mine.

We arrive at the paddock slightly late. I sit in the garage while Charles goes out for his first quali session. Then my phone pings. It's Andre. Andre is my older brother. He's eight years older than me and he was my best friend. Then he left for college and never came back.

I do miss him, and think about him all the time. "Hey Blair" a Spanish guy sits next to me. "Oh sorry I haven't introduced myself, Carlos" he says shaking my hand. "Hi, well done for yesterday" "thankyou, I can already tell we're going to be great friends Blair" he gets called of to go out for round two of quali. He seems nice.

Then I'm back to the spiraling depths of my thoughts. I can't believe Andre. My best friend since my birth is moving on. He only reaches out twice a year if I'm lucky. I miss him, more than anything. When I was ten and he left my whole world came crumbling down. It was like I lost my only friend I'd ever had. When I was younger I was homeschooled, my parents didn't want me socializing. I suppose they thought going to a normal school made me seem normal. I suppose they just didn't want that.

"Blair, hello?" A voice plummets me back down earth. "Sorry, just daydreaming, where did you place?" "Pole position baby!" He says scooping me up into his arms and kissing me. God the things the does for the media. "Well done, I'm proud of you" I say sitting back down. "Have you eaten today Blair?" No, but he doesn't need to know that. "Yeah I had some porridge for breakfast" "good I'll see you in a bit" I don't want him worrying. It's him home race that's enough stress for him let alone factoring in me. As I'm walking to the podium to watch Charles get his pole tyre trophy my phone starts ringing. Fucking Andre again. I pick up the phone.

"Blair?" His voice echoes though the phone. I haven't heard him speak in years.

"Andre I'm a bit busy can it wait?" I say standing next to some of the mechanics.

"Blair I'm coming home with Lina, to have the baby" I can't believe what I just heard. I hang up the phone without saying anything.

I feel my throat tightening and my eyes begin to sting. My cheeks start to flush. One of mechanics turns to me. "Miss Grimaldi are you ok?" I don't have the breath to answer him. I feel myself beginning to gag. Shit. I barge through the crowds and run straight to the Ferrari garage. It's empty thank god. I run into Charles's bathroom and begin throwing up. This happens a lot. Mostly after I've eaten, or when I have a panic attack. I start to shake, I can't breath.

Charles's POV
As im receiving my pole trophy I notice Xavi waving me over. And Blair is nowhere to be seen. I run over to him. "Your girlfriend ran off she looked really sick" for fuck sake. I jump the barrier and run through the paddock. "Blair!" I yell repeatedly. Nobody answers. I run to some fans. "Have you seen Blair? Blair Grimaldi the princess" they point to the Ferrari garage. I hear her. "Blair, can I come in?" I hear her vomit. "No Charles I look like a mess" a tired voice replies. "Blair Eliza Sophia Grimaldi, I am coming in wether you like it or not." I open her door and see her. She's slouched over the toilet. Her face is red, her limbs look weak. "Oh Blair" I mutter grabbing her hair from out of her face. With my other hand I rub her back slowly. "What caused this Blair" she shakes her head. "Nothing" she groans. "Blair come on, you can tell me"  she falls into my arms. "My brother, Andre" she stutters. "He's coming home, to have a baby-" she lunges forward and throws up again. Tears begin running down her cheeks. "Blair, come here" why is this her reaction. "Take some nice slow deep breaths with me ok?" What's so wrong about her brother coming home to have a baby. Surely that's a good thing?

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