Cardigan

Chapter Eighteen

Elle POV

"Charles, you've got a race in half an hour," I say as I look at him over facetime.

"We've not had the chance to speak much, so I'm taking my chance while we have the same time zone," I shake my head at him.

"You love cutting it close, don't you,"

"What time are you performing tonight?"

"8," he nods.

"I think you'll be great," I smile at him.

"I hope so. I've not played in california for so long,"

"Two years, right?"

"Yeah," He smiles at me. "What?"

"You're nervous,"

"How can you possibly know that?"

"You keep playing with your hair," I blush. I love how he knows the smallest detail about me.

"I'm always nervous before I perform,"

"I know you are mon chéri," he looks behind the camera. "I've got to go cheri, you'll do great,"

"So will you I love you,"

"I love you,"

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Kika had decided to change her career while on tour from the model to the full-time videographer she hasn't put down her camera the whole trip, making sure she got everything.

"I think this is my new calling," I laugh at her as she points the phone towards me.

"I hate to admit, but you have gotten some amazing content,"

"Tell me about it. I didn't know I had it in me, but look at me now," I smile at her "I've even made a new Instagram for the two of us," she says showing me her phone.

@Kika&Elle, the page was full of our pictures and videos from the tour.

"Pierre was jealous,"

"As he should be, I'm the most important person in your life," I say.

"Miss Beaumont five minutes to showtime," I nod, putting on my mic.

"I'll be in the crowd watching,"

"Not backstage?" She shakes her head.

"I want to get better content look for me?"

"I'll look for you," she smiles, disappearing, and I enter the stage.

I begin to sing, searching for Kika, but instead, my eyes find a pair of green ones. My smile brightens as he looks up at me.

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I run off stage passing. Iver my mic to my stage manager, i turn around and see Charles standing there smiling at me. He open his arms, and I run into them, wrapping my legs around his waist as he holds me.

"What are you doing here," I mumble into his neck.

"I wasn't going to miss seeing you," he says.

"You've just finished a race,"

"I came straight here. I wanted to watch you perform," I pull back and kiss him, grabbing his face as I deepen the kiss.

"I missed you,"

"I missed you too," he places me down, and Kika comes over with Pierre

"You sneaky little bitch," she smiles.

"I didn't want to ruin the suprise," I looked at Charles, and he was clearly tired.

"Me and Kika are going to go get something to eat. Would you two like to join us?"

"I think we're just going to go back to the hotel," he looks at me. "I'm tired," they both nod.

"We can go if you want?"

"Charles, you can barely keep your eyes open. We are going to the hotel,"

"Okay, boss,"  he winks.

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After I get changed, I grab my things, meeting Charles at the car.

"Did I say you did great?"

"You may have mentioned it a few times,"

"Well, you did, seeing you so confident in stage from being terrified to even perform," he smirks. "I'm so proud of you,"

"I had help getting over that fear," he smiles, knowing I meant Arthur.

The car stops, and we both get out, heading up to my apartment.

Charles wraps his arms around me as I open the door. He kisses my neck as he walks forward, causing me to do the same.

"As tired as I am," he says, turning me around. "I've got something else in mind then sleeping," he leans down and places a kiss onto my lips.

"Really?" I say as he moves to my neck."What would that be?" I tease.

His hand moves to my shirt and lifts it over my head. "Your body on mine," he says, pushing me backwards "you on top of me," he pushes me back onto the bed "me inside of you," his hands move to my pants as he removes them "you calling out my name,"

"Is that all?" He bites his lip.

"I want to do so many things to you, but for now, that is all," He took his shirt off, and then his pants crawled onto me.

I smiled, pulling him down to me as he kissed me hungrily. He turned us over, so I was on top of him, my hands in his hair as he deepened the kiss.

I could feel him harden underneath me.

"Mon amour your killing me,"

"Then do something about it," he flipped me onto my back, removing my underwear.

"I want to hear you," he says as he removes his underwear, lining himself up after he slips on a condom.

He pushes himself inside me, a moan coming out of my mouth as I arch me back, his arm going under me holding me in that position.