Fan Boy | Charles Leclerc (ON BREAK)

Chapter 22: Salt

♫ Soaked - Shy Smith

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"Canada was a fucking bust," Charles swears as he buckles his seatbelt.

"I saw," I agree. "What was up?"

"No clue— seems like everything had to go wrong," he sighs.

"Guess the Monaco curse had to come back somehow," I say, making a light joke.

"Maybe," he chuckles, turning up the radio.

By pure coincidence, a song from my album fills the car.

"Oh my god, mon amour," Charles exclaims. "It's your song!"

"Oh my god," I say back. "I haven't heard my music on the radio before,"

He abruptly grabs my face between both his hands and kisses me on the lips, then on the forehead, and all over my face. It fills me with warmth.

"So proud of you, Julianna," he holds me still.

I just kiss him again, feeling my eyes moisten. I stop myself from crying as I pull away, remembering that I still need to get us both to my home in one piece. He kisses the top of my forehead once more before allowing me to drive, humming along to 'False God' as it plays its last chorus.

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"My my my," I hear from behind me before I feel a strong pair of arms encircle my waist.

I make eye contact with Charles through the huge mirror mounted above the sink, moving my head to the side to let him plant a soft kiss on my neck. "Mm?"

"You look beautiful," he whispers into my ear. "And you smell so good,"

I shut my eyes in bliss. "Is that so?"

His grip tightens in a 'yes'. "If you didn't have to go out and perform in front of two-hundred VIPs in less than an hour, I would fuck you right now on this counter," he growls, moving us both forward so that my hips meet the lip of the sinktop.

I stare at our reflection, and it makes my cheeks grow warm.

"Charles..." I trail off as he continues kissing my neck gently, careful not to leave any marks.

"Mio amore," he whispers against my neck.

I turn around, leaning against the sink and resting my hands on his chest, running them up and down his dress shirt. "How about... we save this for after?"

"Oh?" he cocks his eyebrows. "You better keep that promise, Ms Dumont,"

"Not sure it'd be possible for me to break it if you look this good tonight," I flirt.

He lifts my chin up with his fingers, taking me in for a long kiss. I wrap my arms around his nape as he pulls me in even closer. We're interrupted by a rushed knock on the door.

"Are you ready, Julie? We need you," my manager says through the door.

"Yes, sorry!" I yell back. "Be out in a minute!"

Charles chuckles, smiling with feigned innocence. "Oops,"

I give his shoulder a light slap as he moves off me, allowing me to go and put my heels on. He opens the door for both of us.

"After you," he bows dramatically.

"Stop it," I laugh, walking out of the room. "Let's not keep my team waiting for any longer,"