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?
After my panic attack Charles isn't letting me out of his sight. It's slightly annoying. "Blair, did you brother say when he was coming back?" He says dropping himself on the sofa. "No, he didn't" were staying at Charles's apartment for the rest of the week. "What's wrong with your brother coming back?" He pulls me into his chest. "He's just put me through a lot, you've no need to worry Charles" "but I am worried Blair, no less than a few hours ago you were having a mad panic attack and throwing up" "just leave it for now, please" I look up at him. "Ok" he smiles.
I stand up and walk into the kitchen. "What do you fancy for dinner?" I say looking in the fridge. "You.." he mutters. His hands making their way around my waist. His lips connect with my neck. "Charles, what about Arthur?" "He's at dinner he won't be back for another few hours" he spins me round and looks down at me. He's so gorgeous. Every part of him. His face, his eyes, his body. Everything. "Charles, we can't" he ignores me and puts his lips back on my neck. His teeth graze an area, that's definitely leaving a hickey. His hands reach the backs of my thighs and he lifts me up onto the counter. "Charles not right now you need to rest for the race" "if I win I get you, Blair" he says between kisses. God the way he says my name is so sexy. "Fine, every time you win you get me" "even better" he winks at me before sitting down again. God why did I say that. I'm so stupid. I start cooking some pesto pasta. Then my phone goes of.
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"Great, fucking great" i mutter. "What's wrong Blair?" Charles looks at me from the sofa. "Papa has summoned us. He wants to talk to us tomorrow" Charles's smile dulls. What a way to ruin a good day.
I wake up early to the sound of cars. I check my phone. 5:34. I stand up and put on a hoodie. I walk round to Charles's side of the bed and kiss his cheek gently. "I'm going home to get some stuff" I whisper as he stirs. "Ok Blair" he groans slamming his head into the pillow. He looks so cute in the morning. His hairs all knotty and messy. I put on Charles's sliders and grab my keys before heading out of his apartment.
The cold air hits my legs. I should have put on joggers. I'm sure Charles won't mind if I use his car right? I drive home listening to music. My phone starts ringing. "Hello Blair speaking" i mutter down the phone. "Baby sis how are you?" My breath is stolen from my mouth as Andre's voice echoes down the phone. "Andre I'm busy call me back later?" I hang up. Why did Andre call me.
I pull up to the house and see another car parked on the driveway. It's still early so I walk in quietly to see Andre sitting on the sofa. "Andre, what are you doing here" I stutter. "Calm down Blair you knew I was coming home" he says lighting a cigarette. "Please don't smoke in the house" I say taking my shoes off. "Oo when did you get the job of being the older sister" he's been drinking. "Andre you left me for that bitch you call your wife, and to be honest I don't care about your stupid baby or you!" I snatch the glass of wine out of his hand. "Give that back you little bitch!" He yells standing up and advancing towards me. "Andre you've had enough to drink just go to bed" he grunts at my remark. "Fuck you Blair" he mutters walking upstairs. I follow after him going into my room and collecting more clothes.
I arrive back at Charles's apartment shortly after. It seems as though Charles is awake. I hear the shower. "Charlie! Are you awake?" "Yeah I'll be out in a second!" He murmurs from the bathroom. I walk into the bedroom and place myself gently on the bed lying down. The bathroom door slides open. "Good morning" he smiles holding his towel up at his waist. His hairs dripping wet, his chest bare. I stand up and make my way to him. My fingers trace up and down his torso. He pushes himself into me, kissing up my neck. I pull away. "Only if you win" I mutter leaving a gentle kiss on his chest. He grins biting his lip slightly. "You're such a tease" he chuckles.
We reach the track at 9:28. The paparazzi smother the car with flashes of their cameras. "Andre was home" I say reluctantly. Charles's eyes squint and he bats his head over to look at me for a second. "Did you talk to him?" I don't want to worry him before the race. "No, he seemed ok" I smile trying to sound happy. "Good I'm looking forward to meeting him" he says placing a gentle hand on my thigh as the parks the car. Shit I forgot that all the drivers meet us before the race. Great.
Charles opens my door looking at me smiling. "Let's go princess" he says grabbing my hand. I feel his soft gaze lay on me as I clamber out of the car. We walk through the paddock together but fans swarm him wanting photos. "Babe I'm so sorry" he leans into my ear. "It's ok take photos, I'll be in the garage ok" I peck his lips and walk away. I reach the garage and see a familiar face. "Blair, over here!" A Spanish voice shouts. It's Carlos. "Hi!" I say hugging him lightly. "Where's Charles?" "Being smothered by his admirers" I giggle sitting next to him on a pile of tires.
A few hours later Charles brings me lunch. "You took your time" I say taking the box of him. "I'm so sorry baby but there was so many fans and people that wanted interviews" he looks down. "It's ok, don't worry" I pull him down to kiss him. He grins sitting next to me. "I see you've met Carlos" he smiles resting his arm around my waist. "Yes he's been keeping me entertained" I giggle looking to Carlos who's listening to music. "Carlos mate!" Charles slaps his back. "Oi!" Carlos laughs at Charles and they end up chasing each other around the garage. While that chaos goes on my phone rings. For fucks sake. "Papa, what is it?" I mutter "you and Andre are going to cause a scandal Blair, get your shit together" my smile drops. "Bye" I hang up. I open the box Charles gave me it's a chicken cesar salad. I'm about to take a bite when I hear a high pitched yelp. I can't help but laugh to myself as Charles is grabbed by Carlos.
"Baby we need to walk out onto the grid together." Charles comes over to me and holds me by my waist. "Ok" I say softly, placing his lips on mine. His hands slither up and down my back. "I need you" he whispers. "You need to win then, don't you" I mutter back. My hand strokes the back of his neck. "Come on" I trace my hand down to his and grab hold of hit. "Ready?" He looks at me. "Yeah" I smile at him.
