Hook up after hook up, no one twice. Just one time.
The media is on his neck about it but when Charles breaks pattern and is seen with the same girl more than once, the backlash lessens.
His PR team urge the two of them to fake date to restore his i...
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Just One Time
charles' pov
I woke up with a banging head, instantly regretting drinking so much the night before. The morning sun blinding me through through the, making me open my eyes. I open them to find a strangers arm draped on my stomach. This isn't my room nor my house.
Silently I get up, not wanting to wake the woman. I try to locate my clothes, putting them on as I find them. Lastly I find my phone and the thankfully already signed NDA. I couldn't get around as much as I do with them.
I still remember a couple years ago I had my first hook up with a girl that I had meant to call later but before I had the chance she had already given a detailed report to the press about the night we spent.
Without glancing back I quickly rush out the front door. I call myself an uber, the only thing I want to do right now is get home and maybe shower. 1 minute from your location Thank god. I don't want to be here any longer, my had is still pounding. Swiftly I put my sunglasses on and my hood up, I'm in no mood to get recognised.
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I swing open my front door with a sigh, I'm starting to see more and more black and my head is fuzzy. This can't be a good sign. Even for myself, last night was way too much. I can't be this wasted again, especially with the new season coming up.
On the search for some water I enter the kitchen. I gulp down glass after glass while death gripping the counter for some much needed stability. After finding some Ibuprofen, I swallow it with my next sip of cold water.
A cold jet of water hits my bare back, I had decided that a cold shower would probably free up my mind. I lean my forehead against the wall, slowly breathing. On days like this I wish I could call my father, I miss talking to him.
Nowadays everything is centered around my career how the car will perform this year. Don't get me wrong, I love my job, I adore racing but sometimes it's as if people care more about my career and image than about me as a person.
Everyday has been a bit harder since I lost Jules but every day after I lost my dad has been torture. It's not like I don't have any family left, it's just that sometimes when I look at them, the only thought in my head is When will I lose them.
Why love a person when you know that in the end you will loose them and can't do a thing about it? I won't put myself it that position again. I'm not sure whether I could handle having my heart in pieces again.
