heatwave | Charles Leclerc | re-writing

Chapter 11

Monaco, November 2022 - Victoria Marino

- Well, mom, this is Victoria, my girlfriend

WHAT? GIRLFRIEND? That was completely unexpected. I look into Charles face and he's just smiling. I can see a huge smile light up Pascale's face as she comes closer to me and pulls me in for a loving hug.

- It's so nice to meet you, Victoria! - Pascale finally says.

- It's so nice to meet you too! And you can call me Tori. - I explain.

- Ok, my darling. So, how long are you dating, now?

- Nearly one month. - Charles says quickly.

- Own, two little lovers... Tell me, Tori, what made you fall in love with my baby?

- Charles is a really sweet guy! Besides being funny, talented, generous, handsome...

- Hot... - Pascale interrupts me and I let let out a little chuckle when I see Charles's face go red, like a tomato.

- Exactly.

- So, mom, me and Tori, we both need a hair cut and I was thinking that maybe you could help us with that... - Charles proposes.

- Oh, of course, my loves. But Charlie, I'm going to start with Tori because her hair takes more time than yours.

- Ok, mom.

- Come on, beautiful girl, take a seat.

I sit on one of the chairs and incline my head back, giving Pascale full freedom with my hair. She opens the tap and the warm water goes through my scalp and than my whole hair. Having hair cuts is always a terapeutic thing for me to do. I enjoy these little massages I receive on my scalp like my life depends on it.

When she's finally over with the wash part, I sit in front of a big mirror and she brings out some scissors and starts the cutting part.

Pascale does light movements with her hands in my hair, making me feel confortable. She ends the cutting, beggining with the drying. Now, her hands were moving quickly all around my head, giving me a perfect blow out.

As she finishes my hair, I can see Charles proud smile stamped on his face. His dimples showing up as he smiles is the cutest thing on this planet earth.

- Thank you, so much Pascale. - I thank her. She really did an amazing job.

- You're welcome, sweetie. - She holds my hands and squeezes them - Charles, it's your turn, sit your ass on the chair, come on.

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I don't have a fucking clue of where Charles is taking me right know. He said it was a surprise and, honestly, I'm just scared. He made me put on my best outfit and now we're rushing through the streets. We get to the marina of the city and I am officiatly intrigued.

Charles steps on those floating decks on the water and I limit myself to follow him.

- So, I want you to meet my beautiful yatch.

He points to our right and I see a big and luxurious yatch that I would bet my whole career that it was more expensive than my house. My jaw is currently on the floor.

- I have no fucking words.

- I know, darling, I know. It is beautiful - not as beautiful as you, but beautiful. - He smiles.

We step in the big boat and I examinate the inside of it, looking like a child on a candy store.

- We're having dinner here.