Babydoll ||Charles Leclerc

Just a Small Yatch Party.

June 8, 2014

"Annabelle, did you get your beach bag?" Mom called to me in a panic from the living room. Me, my mom, my idiot brother, Gasly and the Leclerc family were going on a yacht trip. Every summer we used to get together and go sailing on Charles's father's yacht. The Leclerc family definitely had a love of yachts and would go sailing with family friends to celebrate the first hot days of summer. I put two towels, sunscreen, a thick book and headphones in my beach bag. My sunglasses were on my head and my phone was stuffed in the back pocket of my shorts. I was wearing a t-shirt - my brother's - that was too big for me with Formula 1 written on it and dark blue denim shorts underneath. My banana-print beach slippers were grinning in this outfit. I checked my bag one last time and went downstairs.

"I have everything ready, I'm waiting for you." My mother was trying to get my brother up from the game he was playing.

"Daniel, stop playing car games and get ready. We'll be leaving soon." My mom had taken her beach bag and a small bag next to it. It was probably the bag with his clothes for dinner.

"Oh God, dinner!" My mom looked up from my brother and started complaining to me. I was in too much of a panic to listen to her, I almost forgot to take a change of clothes! After a quick trip up the stairs, I opened my closet and folded up my shabby pink dress and stuffed it into the bag. I added my sneakers next to it. I barely got my bags down the stairs and my mom and I loaded our stuff into the car, of course, I took advantage of my brother getting ready and got in the front seat, I expected a big front seat fight as soon as my brother arrived, but it didn't turn out like I thought it would. My brother sat in the back seat and opened the windows wide. That's how my brother got his revenge, I screamed and tried to pull my hair that was stuck to the lip gloss I had just put on my lips. My brother was laughing his head off.

"Who are you to put glitter on, for God's sake?" Mom giggled quietly and rolled down the windows. I unbuckled my seat belt and got out of the car, my brother was carrying our bags so there was nothing left for me. Charles' mother saw us, waved and rushed off the yacht to help us - or rather my brother. Charles and his father came towards us and waved to my parents at the top of the stairs. Mom, my brother and Pascale jumped, holding on to the ladder. Charles walked away from my brother and went to the back of the yacht to play chess with his brother Arthur and his brother Lorenzo. I chatted for a while with my mother, Aunt Pascale and Uncle Herve, and when their conversation turned into an old people's chat, I threw myself into the chess club. The chess was very tense and competitive, but I ignored them and started chatting with Arthur. Arthur was definitely my favorite of the Leclerc family. She was not a thoughtless, arrogant person like Charles, on the contrary, she was very kind, gentle, generous and understood my feelings very well. That's why he was the only one who knew I liked his brother. Or so I thought. I lay down on the white leather sofa and tried to listen to what Arthur was saying while fiddling with Charles' bracelet on my wrist. But it was hard to focus with him looking at me like that. He looked at me like he wanted to be at the most important point in my life. It was as if he wanted me to be more than I was in his life. And I couldn't break eye contact, or didn't want to,

"Are you listening to me, Annabelle?" I shivered as Arthur leaned close to my ear and yelled at a decibel level that could have burst my eardrums, and I tried to control my heartbeat, which was racing with fear. I take back all the nice things I just said about Arthur. Charles lifted his head from the chess pieces and looked at us.

"Are you all right?" She must have been stunned by my scream because she asked me this question.

"She's out of her mind, you idiot." Lorenzo picked up one of the pawns on the board and threw it at Arthur's head. Arthur groaned in pain, Lorenzo had hit the nail on the head. I chuckled at the gesture and let the chess-playing brothers know I was fine. Arthur approached and gave me an apologetic hug.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think I'd scare you this much, and I didn't even mean to scare you. "I'm sorry." He turned his head and watched the sea for a while. I patted him on the shoulder and hugged him, he was my best friend and I couldn't stay mad at this blond head! Charles, frustrated at losing, challenged his brother to a rematch, but Lorenzo refused and sat back. Charles's eyes traveled over Arthur for a moment and then stopped on me.

"Na-a, absolutely not." But Lorenzo and Arthur were already cheering. I got up from my comfortable chair and went to the front of the table, leaning my butt against the arm of the chair.

"So let's say I agree to play chess with you, what's in it for me?" He smiled wickedly and cleared his throat. It was clear he had a plan.

"The loser has to do everything the winner wants for one day. "So he's going to be his slave for a day, sort of." I slowly sat in the chair and leaned back.

"When I win, I'll make you do such things, Leclerc, that you'll run away crying."

"And you will only see it in your dreams."

"We'll see who dreams of it." The game was tough and competitive. I had to admit he was playing very well. But I was playing better than him.

"Okay, come on, admit you're struggling." I chuckled and shook my head vaguely.

"You're the one who's struggling, admit it." It only took me five minutes to take him down after his confident words.

"And checkmate. You can put into practice this idea of perfect slavery that you have proposed. "Today, rest because tomorrow you will be very tired." There was such a loud cheer from behind me that I couldn't stop myself from looking back over my shoulder.

Arthur and Lorenzo gave me a standing ovation for defeating their brother. And Charles' towering ego was badly damaged. But I didn't care, not at all. After all, the child will serve me! I looked up into Charles' face and began to speak excitedly.

"How about getting used to being of service? "Because you will serve me a lot from now on." He smiled and nodded.

"I'll only do what you want tomorrow because it's a bet. You'll never get me to do what you want for the rest of your life, beautiful." He crossed his arms and looked at me from where he sat. I put my hand to my mouth and pretended to gag and said, "We'll see about that." Had I just defeated Charles Leclerc, a smart-ass, a jerk, a know-it-all, a self-centered, self-proclaimed deity - a complete idiot? I approached him and patted him on the shoulder.

"You sit here and cry for a while, I'm going to the non-babies." She messed up her hair and stood up and followed me. I walked past my parents into the kitchen and filled a glass with water. My throat was dry and knowing he was behind me gave me a strange ache in my stomach. I quickly set the glass, trembling between my palms, down on the marble countertop and turned around, but Lorenzo was standing behind me instead of Charles.

"Tell me, Anna. Since when do you like my brother?" Now I was seriously fucked up.

"Ha-ha, I don't like him, where did that come from?"

"Where did he come from? Come on, Anna. We both know that's not the case. I'm not blind and I can tell by the way he looks at her, he's just too dense to realize it." I couldn't open my mouth, let alone speak. What should I say to her now? Should I approve or should I reject what she said? Even I couldn't figure out whether I liked her or not!

"I'm not going to tell Charles what I know, because you have to tell him. No pressure, say it whenever you feel ready." I pulled out the chair in the kitchen and leaned back, I had to come up with a plan. I grabbed my brother by the arm as he walked down the hallway and pulled him quickly into the kitchen. It was already time to interrogate him.