BLOODSUCKER

onze

Thursday
14:25

'Excuse me mon amour.' Charles spoke as his grip loosend, 'I have to take this.' He indicated by lifting his phone up and walking over to the kitchen. They were sat on the couch with one of Charles arm wrapped around Maeve and the other holding Maeve's hand. Maeve thought this was strange as this was the third phone call in the past hour. She decided rise above it, they both agreed to work with each other instead of being against each other all the time. The agreed no secrets so the phone calls must be something race related.

The full conversation couldn't be heard from Maeve's seat, she didn't want to eavesdrop but she couldn't help it, she was only human.

'9am sharp. I understand.' Charles spoke in a hushed tone followed by 'Yes. No. No don't worry. Yes. Okay. Okay. Bye.'

'What's that about?' Maeve found herself asking Charles the moment he stepped back into the living room.

He hadn't realised that Maeve could have heated the entire conversation. 'I'm not going to be home tomorrow, I'm going to be doing a very strict training programme with Andrea.'

'Okay.' Maeve shrugged her shoulders and focused back to the TV. Truth be told, she had no reason to not trust him, they agreed no secrets so therefore she has to trust him. But there's one part of her, just one tiny part, that doubts everything he says to here.

She got up off the couch and walked over to her songbook that was resting closed in the table. She flicked open the book and it landed on a half full page. She began to scribble a few words down but was stopped as Charles had began to massage her shoulders.

'What are you working on?' He questioned as he planted a kiss on her shoulder, goosebumps roamed across Maeve's body.

She closed the book so Charles couldn't read the things she had wrote down. 'It's just something.' Maeve shrugged her shoulders. She didn't want Charles to read it because she was embarrassed for Charles to read the things she had wrote about him.

'Maybe I can give you some inspiration?' Charles continued rubbing his hands on Maeve's shoulders and intermittently placing small kisses on her neck.

'What did you have in mind Mr Leclerc.' Maeve questioned Charles

'You know what I want.' Charles responded as he kept tracing his fingers across Maeve's skin.

'You went 2 years without having sex with me and now it's all that's on your mind.' Maeve teased Charles although it was the truth.

'You're just irresistible Maeve Leclerc.' Charles placed a kiss on her cheek. She wanted to give in but her gut was telling her not too.

'I need to get to the airport so we don't have time.' Maeve shrugged her shoulders. Maeve was heading to London to record some song in a real life studio with a real life producer. Yes Charles had spent a lot of money converting there spare room into a studio but I wasn't quite ready yet. The producer was really hard to work with. Freddie was at the Casino the other night and have invited her to record in his studio in London. She'd be stupid to not work with his considering he had worked with massive stars in the past.

'Oh yes. Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?' Charles asked, even though he knew Maeve would never want that, besides he was occupied with other stuff like going to prison to visit Maeves mother.

'I am sure, plus you have training and a race.' Maeve nudged his shoulder as she placed her song book in her carry on. 'Anyways Leo is here, so I should be going.' Maeve smiled at Charles.

'You know your husband could have driven you to the airport?' Charles chuckled as he pulled Maeve into a hug.

'And be swarmed by a load of fans at the airport? No thank you, I prefer being discrete.' Maeve laughed as he placed a kiss on his cheek.  'Thank you though.'