fate | CL fanfic

six

These damn stairs. That was my only thought as I reached what I have claimed as my room, though it's my own fault I decided on one of the top floor rooms. As I walked closer I realised the door was slightly ajar, not how Susannah usually leaves it.

I pushed the door gently, not that I was scared but perhaps cautious, I peeped my head in and that's when I saw it well them. The art supplies on my bed that I didn't own myself, "What the heck..?" I muttered wandering closer to the bed.

Graphite pencils, marker pens, gel pens, sandpaper block, pencil sharpers, pencil extenders, binder clips, three blending stumps, a canvas pencil roll up case with an adjustable strap, sketch books, it must have cost a shit ton as I admired the types of paints alongside them.

And then a note,

I hope this helps :)
love Charles

This cannot be happening, this cannot be happening, still as I got ready for dinner I couldn't quite believe it. I'm not supposed to like this guy. It's so much that I just have to pretend nothings happened. So many emotions at once.

How could he have even got it up here? One of the housekeepers must have helped? Susannah?

I didn't know and I kept it to myself as I changed into a comfortable looking hoodie and leggings and like clockwork wandered down the stairs to our favourite kitchen where Charles was sat at the end of the table on his phone.

Even looking at him I couldn't believe he did that for me, "Staring much?" Charles asked me as he placed his phone face down on the table.

I laughed at his sarcasm and sat down, "How can I not? I'm living with Mr Monaco apparently."

"Oh?"

"People talk." I replied.

"Susannah? Is she people?" He asked me leaning forward on his elbows like he was really involved in what I had to say.

"Maybe, maybe not." I joked as the chefs brought out starters which was some sort of cheesy garlic bread, "So why do people call you that?" I asked him.

"Business gets you kind of known I guess."

I nodded "Well I wouldn't know about that."

"Your father would, he's very impressive I have to admit. When my mother told me about the deal I was shocked he'd agree, best in Paris, maybe even France." Charles shared with me.

I snorted, "I didn't even know he was involved in buisness. Even more so a good one. He was out of the country a lot but we have family all over the place so I assumed he was visiting them."

"God." He laughed back.

Before I got the opportunity to ask him more about these 'businesses' he asked me a question, "So whilst your dad was away what did you do? You never learnt his trade?"

"No, I just fulfilled my time with my art and my reading." The subtle mention of art made me wonder if he would bring up his little gift on my bed, but he still didn't, "I don't know what's more tragic, that I keep looking for him wherever I go in this house or that he's wouldn't come and get me anyway."

He looked to me sympathetically, "Look I'm really sorry, I didn't want for you to be taken from your family.. I can't imagine moving somewhere new with all these strangers."

"Well at least there's one less stranger now." I smiled referring to him of course, well and the dog, "And Susannah might as well be my mother."

The chefs then bought out the main meal of spaghetti bolognaise and it did not disappoint. Pasta is my weakness, in this life and the next and with red wine as well. My oh my.

"Susannah is the best thing that's ever happened to this house," He smiled "We needed her, well I did. She taught me a lot, like life stuff."

"Like?" I asked.

"Like how to read and write stuff, she's been here for a long long time," he admitted which she had told me before "She should have retired a while back but she just doesn't want to."

"Wow."

He nodded, "Yep the library was built so she could help me read, she's always-

I raised my brows and my mouth gaped, "You have a library!," I exclaimed "How have I not come across that yet! What the hell!"

He laughed at me, a genuine hearty laugh "Oh you do make me laugh, it's on the fourth floor. Though I'll purchase the bookstore, you can choose whatever you like, the entire store if you must. Susannah is precious about the books in there."

"You're rich we get it," I yawned sarcastically "The only billionaires I like are fictional."

"Yet the only people who can afford your existence are billionaires and even then, just barely." He replied, referring to my father as a billionaire and of course Charles was too.

"Funny," I rolled my eyes sarcastically at him "I haven't cost you too much have I? In fact my presence and my family business is giving you money isn't it?"

"Well that's true, in fact you need the bank details our accounts are joint as of today, you are a billionaire now Evangeline."  He smiled to me raising a glass which I raised too.

"So you're telling me you trust me enough to spend your money? What if I go crazy and make you broke?" I asked him.

"What's mine is yours Eva." He smiled to me, and let's be real it would take me a long long time to make him even remotely broke, "I'm not going to stop you spending our money, that's not husbandly."

"You're my husband," I reminded myself "That's so so weird, it makes my head hurt."

"Don't sound so offended." He smiled.

"No you know what I mean, Or maybe the alcohol makes my head hurt I'm not quite sure." I shrugged rubbing my head, laughing a little.

He softly spoke from then on, "I think that means you need sleep, Susannah told me you've been up in the nights.."

"Mhm, I don't mean this disrespectful but it's kinda hard to sleep in a house where everyone's a stranger. A new country. I never know who's in or out."

"I get it, but I want to reassure you that my security team is very good. We don't let anyone in that we don't know and it's safe, your father made sure," he promised "And I'm only two rooms over from you at night, I'd hear something if anything were to happen."

"Oh shit! Im sorry! I always play music at night you probably haven't slept either!" I gasped, it was a habit of mine I could get away with in my childhood house because my father was never home to tell me to stop.

"No no it's alright!" He swore waving his hands around, and do you know what, he was alright.