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 and made me raise my eyebrows up in my forehead instantly. I stared into his eyes and he was just smiling to his mom. I saw a huge smile build up on Pascale's face as she came closer to me and pulled me in for a sweet and lovely hug.

"It's so nice to meet you, Victoria," she finally said, kissing my cheek before letting me go.

"It's so nice to meet you too, you know, Charles talks a lot about you," I explained.

I was doing everything to follow Charles' last minute idea.

"Oh, I hope he only told you nice things. How come you've never told me of Victoria?," she inquired, turning to Charles.

"We've been together for nearly a month and I wanted to be sure she was the best person ever so I could present her to you" he told quickly.

I stared at him as I was impressed with his lying skills.

"Own, two little lovers...," she never stopped smiling. "Tell me, Victoria, what made you fall in love with my baby?"

I gulped. "Charles is a really sweet guy. Besides being funny, talented, generous, handsome-"

"Hot, you mean," Pascale interrupted me and I let out a chuckle when I saw Charles's face go red as he whispered some curse words.

"Exactly."

"Ok, mom, let's stop with the embarrassing talk and maybe give us both a haircut," he proposed and she simply nodded and guided me to the chair.

Once she finsihed, I took a peak at Charles through the mirror and saw his proud smile stamped on his face. The way his dimples showed up as he smiled was the cutest thing I've ever saw in my life.

"Thank you, so much Pascale, I look amazing," I thanked her, because she really did an amazing job.

"You're welcome, my love," she squeezed my hands and then side-eyed Charles, "It's your turn, sit your ass on the chair, come on."

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I had no fucking clue of where Charles was taking me, but I was going with the flow. He assured it was a surprise and, honestly, I was just scared.

Because what if he kills me now?

He made me put on my best outfit and when I payed attention, we were rushing through the streets of his city. We eventually got to the marina and I was officially intrigued with the whole situation.

Charles stepped on those floating decks on the water and I limited myself to follow him. Worse than him drowning me, it would be someone kidnapping me.

"My idea," he began while holding my hand as I did my best to don't fall, "was to show you the things I love most around, and here," he pointed to a big yacht that looked like it was owned by a rich old man, "I made a lot of good memories."

I would genuinely bet my whole career that the yacht was more expensive than my whole house. My jaw was ideed on the floor and I glared at him with a grinn on my lips.

"I have no fucking words," I stated as he helped me to get into the big big boat. "I'm speechless."

"I know, baby, I know," his hands rested on my hips right after we went inside the little kitchen. "It is beautiful - not as beautiful as you - but still beautiful."

I wanted to kiss him badly and just stay there staring into his eyes. Instead - to control myself - I gazed what was around us.

His fingers brushed my jaw slightly and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.