Cardigan

Chapter Seven

Elle POV

"I think we should talk about your album release," she says.

"I haven't finalised the album just yet. I'm still working on a few songs,"

"That's fine. Do you think we'll have it finished within a month?"

"Yeah, I think I can work with that,' she smiles, nodding. I haven't released anything for nearly a year. I didn't have anything to write about, but now I do. I have Charles.

The door opens and in walk Arthur and Oscar.

"Sorry we didn't mean to interrupt," Cara shakes the head, standing up.

"Don't worry, boys, we were just finishing up," she grabs her back. "Let me know when it's finished," she turns and leaves the apartment.

"Are you releasing a new album finally?" Arthur asks, plopping himself down on the sofa Oscsr following him.

"I am, yeah," they both smile widely at me.

"You've not released anything for a while," Arthur says. "I guess you've finally got something or someone to write about," he says, nudging me.

"Well, either way, I can't wait to listen to it," Oscar says, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

"Least the album will give me an inside on your relationship since you barely tell me shit," Arthur complains.

"I tell you enough,"

"I still have no idea who he is,"

"And for now, it will stay that way," I glance at Oscar he gives me a soft smile.

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Charles❤️
Come mine tonight? X

Me
I'm on my way x

"Art?" I ask. Knocking on his door, he opens it.

"I'm going out. If you need me, call me," he smiles.

"Mystery guy?" I nod.

"Mystery guy," I state.

"Stay safe, don't do anything I wouldn't do," I roll my eye, grab my things, and make my way to Charles apartment he didn't live that far.

The door was already open, so I walked in, seeing rose petals on the floor. I smiled, looking up, seeing he had candles set up around his dining room table.

"Mon chéri," Charles says, walking out of his bedroom and towards me.

"You really didn't have to do all of this,"

"I wanted to," he takes my hand, shutting the door, and walks me towards the table, pulling the chair out for me.

"What's the occasion?" I ask as he sits down.

"I don't know why I'm so nervous," he says, wiping his hands on his pants. He then holds his hand out to me, which I take.

"You're nervous who would have thought," he chuckles, shaking his head.

"We've been seeing each other for a little over 4 weeks," I nod, "and I think it's been going very well despite the whole sneaking around,"

"I think it has as well," I smile at him.

"So I wanted to ask if you'd officially be my girlfriend," my smile widened. This is all I've ever wanted for as long as I can remember.

"Of course I'll be your girlfriend," he lets a breath he is holding out.

"I was so nervous even though I knew I didn't have to be," I take a sip of my wine, then stand up Kikas' words running through my head. "You going somewhere?" I nod, walking towards his bedroom. I turn back to look at him and unzip my dress, making it fall to the floor. I disappear into the room, waiting for him to follow me.

"Mon chéri," he says, appearing at the door, his eyes glide over my body as I lay on the bed. "You're doing things to me,"

"I want you to do things to me," he licks his lips as he leans on the door frame. I watch as he removes his shirt and unbucklew his pants, discarding them.

He makes his way over to the bed, climbing on top of me, our lips meeting. My hands pull his hair slightly as he rubs himself against my core, causing me to let out a moan.

His hand finds the hem of my underwear slipping his hand into them as his lips move to my neck. He moves his fingers into me, my moans filling the room. I try to shut my legs, but he pulls them apart, watching me come undone.

I decided to play him at his own game by slipping my hand into his underwear. He pulled back, looking at me. As I stroked his length, his head fell onto mine. As I picked up the speed, looking in his eyes, he removed his boxers, grabbing a condom I moved my hand as he placed the condom on.

"Are we doing this?" He asks.

"Yes," knowing he wanted words and not actions, he lines himself up with my entrance looking in my eyes, and I nod he pushes himself into me slowly one of his hands moving to my legs wrapping them around him as he picks his pace up.

I move my hims with his digging my nails into his back with every thrust.

"Charles,"

"Mon chéri," he moans out. I move my hips faster, and he grabs them, pulling me into him harder.

Sweat dripping off of both of us as the night goes on in each others arms.