𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝙾𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚛𝚒𝚍

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝙾𝚗𝚎

~𝚈/𝙽~

It is already one month since the little incident on the yacht. I mean it was one of the worst and best days in my life. I can finally call Charles my boyfriend and all my friends and family know. The fact that I could avoid keeping it a secret from my godfather and best friend is fantastic. Ok, the truth could have been transmitted a bit more carefully, not Lewis catching a naked Charles in my bed and a following cat and mouse hunt through the yacht, but still. It is out. Everyone is very happy and Lew and Max try their best to not cut Charles hands off every time he touches me.

"Come on, Max, smile!" Lando chirps from the drivers seat and looks through the rear mirror at Max, Charles and me, being squeezed together at the backseat. We are all on the way to a night club, where the Grid wants to celebrate today's race. This will be so much fun, expect for Max, he is grumpy as hell. I have no idea why... Maybe, it is because Charles is seated between us or the fact that he told me he would rather have a nice movie night with me, his mom and sister. Who would have thought that he is such a mama's boy?

His mom literally invited me to come around and have Tuesday's family dinner with her, Victoria, the children, Tom and Max. I, for sure, accepted the invitation and definitely didn't regret it. It was such a precious little evening. I played with Vick's sons and they are absolutely sweet. Luka sat on my lap the entire evening, constantly telling me his stories. I love those children stories, where everything is rainbows and puppies without a care for anything bad in the world. Max said afterwards that he loved introducing me to his family and that they want me to come around again very soon.

"Yea, come on, Maxie!" I look past my lover and at my best friend, who stares out the car window. "Ik kan dat doen als hij zijn hand wegneemt! (I can do that if he takes his hand away!)" Max answers, snappy, and throws daggers at Charles hand on my thigh. "Oh kom op, waarom ben je zo? (Oh come on, why are you like that?)" I ask back. I mean he always looked at Charles like he wants to murder him but why would he suddenly be that bothered. "Waarom? Omdat ik gewoon wil dat hij zijn handen van mijn beste vriend neemt! (Why? Because I just want him to take his hands from my best friend!)" He snaps at me and I just keep my mouth shut this time. Why is he so fucking snappy?

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We arrive at the club and Danny opens the car door for me. He was the only one that was completely quiet on the entire 15 minutes car ride. Even Charles talked, which is from both scenarios definitely more unexpected. I wait until Charles is out off the car before I snatch his hand and drag him with me into the neon illuminated nightclub. The other three trailing behind.

Everyone else is already here and greets us with loud cheering as we enter the VIP Lounge. I instantly get a cocktail and vodka shot pressed into my hands, as I sit down next to Pierre. He starts complimenting my outfit tonight and then telling his best friend, in french of course, 'What a lucky bastard he is to have pulled me'. They still have no idea that I can understand them, or? Let's keep it that way, could definitely help in the future. I just press myself tighter against my boyfriend's side as he throws an arm around me. I just can't get used to this.

Pierre, Charles and I down another shot before the Frenchman makes himself on the way to the dance floor. I finally turn my attention back to the man that starts kissing my neck. I need to giggle as he places a hand on my thigh, pulling me tighter against his chest. I think we shouldn't do that in front of an entire night club but the alcohol in my veins tells me that I don't give a fuck. I place my free hand on his while the other sticks to the cocktail glass. "I love you so much, mon amour." He whispers into my ear, which lets me giggle even more. "I love you too, mein Sonnenschein." I whisper back and he smiles, showing off his dimples. Sweet. Cute. Handsome. Mine.