The bet | Charles Leclerc

• Twenty-Five •

Monday

My eyes slowly blink open, foggy with sleep. As my eyes adjust to the morning light, Charles Leclerc appears in front of me. Oh god.

Naked and snoring gently, Charles fucking Leclerc sleeps in the same bed, arms wrapped protectively around me.

I can't tell if this is a sick nightmare or a wonderful dream. All I know is that I've done something extremely stupid.

And yet, it's feels so incredibly right.

"Good morning sleepy" I whisper softly, as Charles groggily opens his eyes, a smile immediately appearing on his godly lips.

"Good morning Mon Amour" He mumbles, unwillingly waking himself up, pulling me closer into him.

Normally I'd find Mon Amour awfully cringe, but when it comes out of Charles' mouth, it sounds like pure heaven.

"It's already 9, we gotta get up" I mutter, staring down at my phone, as Charles gently runs his hands through my hair, looking like a man that's 2 seconds away from falling asleep once again.

Charles sighs into his pillow in response. "We can stay here, just 5 minutes more" He groans, his warm breath landing on my face, as he complains.

"I've got a award ceremony today, remember?" I remind him, raising an eyebrow at him, as a gentle smile curls up my lips.

I'm already so insanely nervous.

Suddenly, Charles seems wake as a day, his eyes filled with a new found interest. "When is it?" He asks in a serious tone.

"At 7 pm?" I say hesitatingly, slightly confused.
He won the bet. He doesn't have to go to the award ceremony with me..

"Do you have a dress?" He further questions me.

"I'll find something in my suitcase" I answer with a light shrug. Probably won't be anything near fancy enough for the event, but who cares..?

"No, no, no.." Charles interferes quickly, wide awake as he sits up in the bed, his abs on full display, making it hard for me to concentrate.

The man is so annoyingly perfect.

"I'll figure something out." He says, determination in his voice, as his eyes grow distant.

What is going on up in that head?

"What?" I say, gaining Charles' attention once again.

His gaze snaps to me, eyes softening. "You don't have a date for the ceremony right?" He asks, cocky grin on his lips.

He knows damn well there's no one better than him on the market.

I shake my head lightly, a smile curling up my lip.

"Good." Charles mutters, a satisfied grin covering his face from ear to ear. "I'll be back at 6 okay?" He says gently, leaning in towards me.

Leaving a soft kiss on my lips, Charles hurries out of the bed. Before I know it, he's gotten dressed and is out of the door..

I sigh, sinking into my pillow with a smile.
It smells of him.

He just left me here. In his room.

God, I cannot get over this boy.

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