heatwave | Charles Leclerc | re-writing

Chapter 5

Paris, October 2022 - Victoria Marino

"Victoria, I swear I can't believe you want to watch Barbie, Life in the Dreamhouse," Charles told, staring dead serious at me.

"Pleaseeeeeeee," I begged, "I'll do whatever you want me to, but I'm begging you, let's watch it. I know you're gonna like it, you kinda look like Ryan."

He glared at me, "I'm more of a Ken, but it's fine. If the lady wants, the lady shall recieve," he surrendered.

I layed on his bed and got under the covers as I watched him doing the same, his muscles flexing as he lowered himself. We had previously eaten some McDonald's and the Barbie intro was already playing on the TV when we ran to the bed. I felt cold, so I shifted on my side of the bed to get closer to Charles and at least try to warm myself up.

"Are you cold?," he looked down at me, worried.

I nodded my head as response, eyes looking up at him as I did what I always done. The right gaze will get you a man faster than taking your clothes off.

He squinted, reading my mind. "Come here," he pulled me onto his chest, forcing me to hug him. His hand rest on my hip, softly caressing it as mine rested on his covered chest. My head layed on the curve of his neck, his cheek resting against my hair.

After some moments, I remembered that Kika would probably get worried really soon, so I grabbed my phone and texted Kika, my fingers quickly typing so I could snap back into the moment and Charle's embrace.

Victoria: girlll, i'm getting home a bit late, don't worry about me.

Kika: let me guess... Charles Leclerc?

Victoria: SHUT THE FUCK UP OK. we are just friends, don't get too excited about it.

Kika: k, missy. and use protetion, tho, don't want to be an aunty rn.

Victoria: go to hell honestly.

I rolled my eyes back at Kika's text, throwing it back on the bed. She was definetely more delulu than me, and trust me, that was fucking hard.

When the hour and half of Barbie came to an end, I yawned against his skin, rubbing my eyes with my fingers.

"It's getting kind of late," I noted, using my hand as support to get up into a sitting position, staring down at him, "I should probably go."

"Yeah, you're not getting out of here," he pulled me back into him, "It's really late now and I don't think it's safe to walk around at this time alone. You are staying it and you don't really have an option."

"But there's only one bed," I noticed, trying to get up again but his hand catch mine and pulled me back once again.

"Don't worry," he gestured, brushing some strands of hair off my face, "I'll sleep on the floor, it's fine."

"Are you sure? I sleep on the floor if you want, because it's your hotel room, you paid for it-"

"Vctoria, I am sleeping on the floor and there's nothing you can do about it. Tomorrow I'll take you home, now you better sleep."

"Okay, mom," I joked, making him chuckle "Can I borrow some clothes to sleep on?," I inquired, finally getting up from the bed, hands resting on my hips as I arched my brows.

"Yeah, sure, look in my suitcase, you'll find something," he explained, giving me permission to see his personal belongings.

I turned my back to him, feeling his gaze burning my back as I lowered myself over his luggage slowly unzipping it. My eyes dragged over his clothes, not wanting to touch much, trying to be as respectful as I could.