Sex Scandal {Charles Leclerc}

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Heyy and welcome back to the third chapter!

(The drawing up there is one I did quickly today, the colours are all wrong, I know, I'll redo it digitally sometime)

There's not much to say about this one, except for two things:

1. When anyone is talking about things regarding F1, I am yapping. Maybe I'm right, maybe I'm wrong but it is what it is.

2. There will be some other languages in this fanfic in the dialogues sometimes. In this one there's German, the TRANSLATION WILL BE IN THE COMMENTS!!!

Anyways, I hope you like it!

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Charles felt like shit when he climbed out of his hard, steering wheel in hand. With his head hanging low he passed the team, heading for his driver room. They weren't paying attention to him anyways.

FP3 and Qualifying had been ass, Charles finished somewhere in the midfield, not even making it to Q3. He doubted the race would be any different tomorrow, leaving his hopeless. Just wanting to lie down, Charles reached for the door handle, but a hand appeared out of nowhere getting to it first.

»I have to do the routine check first.« Kyra was standing right next to Charles. He hadn't even noticed her following him.

Silently Charles leaned against the doorway, watching his bodyguard do her job. Once she declared the room safe, he went in, closing the door behind him. Not exactly sure what he was doing, he sat down, avoiding Kyras eyes which were looking at him in confusion.

Charles didn't want to be alone. If he was... he wasn't sure what he would do. Cry, probably. Maybe go on a self-destructive path of skimming through social media for comments about him. Those had probably gotten worse with his mediocre performance today...

»Should I wait outside?«

Kyras voice ripped Charles out of his overthinking. Slowly he looked up, trying to smooth his face, maybe even muster up a smile, but when he met Kyras eyes she was able to read him like a book.

She didn't dare move, just stayed where she was standing in the middle of the room. The man was clearly upset, but Kyras didn't really know what that had to do with her. She couldn't really do anything about that, right?

»Could you stay?« Charles voice was thin. The thought of her leaving, shutting the door behind her was enough to make his stomach cramp and his chest tighten. »Please, I don't want to be alone right now.«

»Sure, but maybe I should get someone else.« Visibly distressed Kyra reached for the door. She wasn't the right person for this, someone else should be here. Someone who actually knew the driver.

»No, I need you.« The words came out wrong, Charles realized when his bodyguard froze, her fingers slipping of the metal handle and balling into a fist. Embarrassed he tried to correct his mistake. »It's just that- You know, you're probably the only person who doesn't care!«

Kyra remained in her position, unable to look at him. His words had stirred something in her, a feeling she had long forgotten.

He needed her.

He'd probably just worded it wrong, judging by how flustered he was he already regretted saying it. Still Kyra couldn't help but feel... she didn't know what she felt, wasn't able to name the emotion taking over her brain.
All she knew was that she was going to stay with him, do whatever he needed her to do to make him feel okay.