heatwave | Charles Leclerc | re-writing

Chapter 27

Monaco, January 2023 - Victoria Marino

My head is hurting so bad. I slowly open my eyes and I get blinded by a ray of sunshine on them. I don't recognise the smell on this sheets. I feel a bit cold, so I run my hand through my tummy, to warm me up, but I end up not feeling any clothes at all.

I sit up in high speed and I look around. I recognise this room... from live streams. I look at the body next to mine.

- LANDO?

He wakes up immediatly and looks at me with a confused look, probably from the jumpscare.

- Why am I naked on your bed? - I ask, starting to feel terrified.

- Naked? - he looks at himself under the sheets - Oh fuck, I'm also naked.

- What the hell happened? Because the last thing I remember from yesterday was you on top of me on the living room... Oh my God, we fucked. - I sink my face on my hands - Close your eyes.

- Why?

- Close your fucking eyes, I want to put on some clothes.

- It's nothing that I haven't seen...

- CLOSE YOUR FUCKING EYES.

He shuts his eyes.

- Ok, ok, they're closed.

I get up from the bed and I examine the room cautiously, trying to find my clothes. I lay my eyes on my panties, my sweat pants and my bra, but definitely not my shirt or my sweater. I put on what I found and I get closer to the mirror hanging on the wall. I brush down my hair, trying to control the mess that apparently was made.

As the mirror was in the wall that the head of the bed was, I wasn't paying attention to Lando and the silence that settled down in the room was broken by his voice.

- You scare the shit out of me.

I look at my left side to see his blue eyes staring at mine.

- What do you mean? - I ask him, smilling.

- You are the pure definition of confidence and power. You could have everything if you wanted to. And I guess I just don't understand how someone could ever leave you behind. I would kill to have a girl like you. You are so beautiful and generous. You are kind and loving. - He makes a dramatic stop, one that made me laugh - And respectfully, you have the most hot body I have ever seen.

- How do you even know? We were damn drunk. - I rest my hands on my hips.

- I don't blackout when I'm drunk. I remember pretty much everything. Even if tonight didn't happen, I saw you in swimsuits and... stuff... - his eyes drop to my chest and I roll my eyes - Please, go get a shirt, Victoria.

- I don't know where it is. - I answer, it almost coming out like a whisper.

- Living room.

I frown, shocked by his memory skills. I get out of the room, remaking the way we surely did yesterday. I get to the living room and the rest of my clothes were laying on the couch, waiting for me.

I put the shirt on. It warms me up a little, maybe because it is somekind of tight on me. Well, when I get pregnant, this one is definitely not going to fit. Why did I think about getting pregnant?

- Oh shit. - I run through the apartment, to find Lando standing up leaning against the wall, with only his gray sweatpants on.

- Victoria, my face is up here - my eyes unfocus on his pants and focus on his face - I never found you to be pervert or something like that. Were you liking the view?