heatwave | Charles Leclerc | re-writing

Chapter 13

Monaco, November 2022 - Victoria Marino

"Well, those were twelve good hours of privacy."

"What, what happened?," he began immediately, his voice sounding very concerning.

God, I hope he doesn't crash out.

"Well, see it with your own eyes," I told as I  turned my phone to him, stating how shocked he got, his jaw on the floor. "How are people so obsessive?"

"I don't know... Well, I think we're a couple to the world, too."

"Oh my fucking God," I muttered as I ran my hand across my face.

"Are you ok?," he inquired, to which I didn't answer. "It's fine for me, honestly, as long as you're comfortable with it."

"I think I just don't want to do a full post declaring myself to you, but we can make it clear to the world that we are dating, like being unshamely spotted together, going on public dates..."

"Yeah," he hold my hand, cutting me off, "let's take things easy."

I nodded my head and took a deep breath before opening the comments of the post.

"'Oh my God, couple of the year', or do we prefer 'I can't believe this, Charles is betraying me', or maybe some 'what an opportunist bitch'."

Charles sighed out loud.

Ok, that was oficially too much. I locked my phone and I glared at Charles driving, trying to distract myself. That man is so atractive for literally no reason

He noticed that I was staring and smirked, his right hand landing on my thigh. Then, he was driving with only one hand on the steering wheel. How can he possibly even hotter? That's one thing I'll never understand.

Monegasque streets never looked better and everyone exhaled luxury and power.

At the end of the street, a big building that I recognise from pictures to be the Monte Carlo Casino appeared to our sight.

"This is, like, three times bigger than I thought," I told, completely mesmerized with the dimension of it.

"Just wait until you're inside of it," he ordered, stepping out of the car.

He goes around it, opening my door. 

I could see some curious people looking at our direction and it made me shiver from head, the reason being the fact that I didn't know if they were staring because of the car or because it was Charles Leclerc or because he was in company of myself.

He held my hand, helping me to get out of the car as nicely as I could. He then closed the door behind my back while I brushed down my clothes, not having enough time to it as he took my hand, intertwining our fingers. 

People were definitely looking at us.

As we walked to the entrance of the casino, I felt my phone vibrating on my bag. I reached for it, seeing my mom's name on the screen.

"It's my mom," I explained, but he just smiled at me. "It'll be quick, I swear."

"Take your time, it's ok."

I pick up the call, getting ready to have a full conversation in Italian with the fastest speaker on earth.

"Mamma, I miss you so much, God."

"Ciao, my baby," she greeted, her sweet empathic voice warming me up.

"What's up?"