dangerous curves -Lando Norris (English Version)

Part 39: control

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After a few minutes, Charles returns to me.

"So what did you want to tell me?" I ask him eagerly, putting my cell phone down on the bedside table.

'Well... Alexandra and I are going our separate ways for now,' Charles tells me sadly.

What? Why is that?' I ask, totally surprised.

'Too many things...I honestly don't want to talk about it, it's already robbing me of sleep. Will you stay with me overnight?'' he asks tenderly.

'Of course, Charles,' I say and hug him gently.

'Thank you,' he whispers in my ear.

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The moon shines brightly into the room where Charles is fast asleep next to me. Whereas I stare outside into the void. My thoughts revolve only around him. Rising from the bed, I find my way downstairs to the gloomy kitchen, where I prepare myself a fresh glass of milk.

"And are leclerc's arms warm?" his stern voice sounds behind me.

I turn around immediately.

'Since when do you care? Shouldn't you be upstairs holding Luisa?' I ask back rudely, resting my hands on the kitchen island.

His stern eyes pierce me.

'She's not here,' he replies after a pause.

'Have you managed to drive her away yet?' I ask, taking a sip from my glass.

'I'm taking it slow with her...' he replies.

My heart sank.

'Good for you, I don't give a shit,' I try to defend myself.

"Then why did you ask?

There was no reaction from me.

'You've made it clear to me over the last few days that you hate me. I understood that, but at some point I've had enough...' I say quietly.

Once again, his eyes pierce my body.

"Are you involved with Leclerc?" he asks, ignoring my previous comment.

''That's none of your business,'' I respond.

"Oh?

'You were the one who treated me like shit and still do...and I'm only your best friend's sister...' I snap back angrily.

'Because you fucking broke my heart twice...' he responds angrily.

'And how many times have you trampled on my heart recently?' I say even angrier.

'I regret it so much... even just touching you...' he says.

I take a deep breath, empty my glass and walk past him. But his hand on my wrist stops me.

'I don't hate you...I could never...' he whispers in my ear as he stands very close behind me.

'Then stop treating me like that...' I say back.

Escaping his grip, I complete my way upstairs, back to Charles, who is still fast asleep.

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''I'm so drunk...'' Charles slurs cutely in my ear as his hands rest on my hips.

My body is covered by a long but thin evening dress. Charles has gotten drunk, though I felt obliged to stay with him. The party at our cottage is well underway. Charles leads me upstairs. In my bed, he sits me on his lap and leans in.

'Charlie...' I stop him.

'I need you now...you're the only one who can ease my pain, amalia...' he slurs sweetly.

My hands wrap around his neck and I pull him in for a kiss. His hands push my hips down and closer against his member in his pants. Our kisses become more and more passionate. Moans escape his mouth.

'Fuck...' he moans drunkenly and kisses over my neck.

I fumble wildly through his hair while my breath escapes unsteadily.

'You little bastard...' is all his stern voice sounds and he slaps Charles across the face.

"Are you stupid?" I ask angrily, shoving Lando away from Charles.

''Why do you have to let every guy touch you? Why do you always need attention from other people? You...'' he says angrily, his hand losing a few drops of blood.

'Fuck off,' I say and push him out of the room.

I slam the door in his face. I rush over to Charles, who is holding his nose.

'Charlie...I'm so sorry...' I say worriedly and look at his nose.

'It's not your fault...fuck,' he swears.

'Come on, I'll take you to the hospital...' I say and help Charles up.

Charles leaning on me, we walk through the crowd of the party, over to a car. Charles is being treated at the hospital. By now I'm throwing up cold, with Charles giving me his jacket. Charles and I stayed at the hospital all night for tests and the associated evaluations. At 8 o'clock the next day, Charles and I enter the cottage again. My evening dress was smeared with drops of blood, as was Charles' white shirt. The others were sitting around the breakfast table. As Charles and I approached, silence met us.

"What happened?

"What happened to your nose?

"Why is there blood on your dress, Amalia?" They pepper us with questions.

My exhausted eyes meet his. Charles explained everything to them while I went upstairs. Exhausted, I lay down.

''I'm sorry,'' his voice rang out, and I knew immediately that it was him.

"You have to apologize to Charles, not me," I reply, keeping my eyes on the ceiling.

'I already did...I know you hate violence...' he starts.

'And yet you hit him...you can't hurt everyone who comes near me...' I say, turning my gaze to him.

'Then stop acting like a whore...' his stern eyes appear.

'Then stop being an asshole...you really are the last thing...' I say back, too broken to argue.

'I don't give a shit...' he says back unkindly.

'Just because I kissed Charles doesn't mean I'm a whore...and that's what you call a mature man...' I say and leave the bed.

His eyes glide over my dress.

'I've lost my nerve...and you know why...' he tries to defend himself.

'It's not my fault that all men only think with their cocks... damn it,' I say angrily.

'If you hadn't kissed Charles, I wouldn't have had to hit you...' he says in a stern tone.

'I can do what I want and with whom I want. I'm not your fucking property...' I say, standing right in front of him.