Sex Scandal {Charles Leclerc}

confessing

Okay guys, so much is happening in this chapter and that won't end for a while.

The main part of the plot is starting to unfold, so prepare your asses. This is kind of like the beginning of the start, so enjoy as I am starting to lose sanity :)

Uhm, no TW's for this one!

Also this is the longest chapter to date with 4800 words!

Anyways, bye bye!

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»Charles, this was your second DNF in two races, I assume you're not to happy with that. Especially with the Monaco GP coming up next.« The reporter had a smug smile on his face, expecting to hit every nerve with his statements. »It would be a shame if you had another DNF there. But how do you feel about it?«

Last week Charles would probably have run away or maybe punched the reporter for his very obvious attempt at hurting him, but not now. Yes, the race in Miami had been shit. As mentioned he'd had another DNF, clearly an engine failure this time. But... nothing could really get to him anymore. Not when Kyra was standing behind the reporter, rolling her eyes at the reporter every time he opened his mouth and grinning at Charles every time he answered.

After the night of Charles freak out, he'd apologized, explained exactly why he'd reacted the way he had. He still felt endlessly guilty, even after Kyra accepted his apology fairly quickly. She made it clear she wasn't mad at him or blamed him for any of the things he'd said, still Charles could tell that they'd had an impact on her. Sometimes when she thought Charles couldn't see, she looked at him with utter defeat in her eyes. He wondered what it was about, but he also didn't want to start another fight between them.

He just wanted things to stay as they were. Fun and chill. Them being friends worked out great, especially when they had sex every now and then. That was right, Kyra had broken her "only this one time" rule. It had happened after the apology.

Well, first they'd talked for a while, until everything was back to normal. Normal also included the tension between them to return and... yeah. Charles still had trouble believing how good Kyra made him feel. It wasn't that she did things very differently from other girls Charles had slept with. Maybe a bit more experience, but that was it.

And yet when he was with her, everything else was quiet. It was only her and him, their bodies melting together. No one had ever brought him so close to loosing his mind and still had him beg for more. She could do whatever she wanted to him, no matter how humiliating or painful it was, by the end he was shaking and thanking her.

It was new and familiar at the same time and endlessly comforting for Charles. After the sex tape he never thought he'd be able to trust a woman like that again. At least not so soon. But with Kyra he could just let go without wondering if she really wasn't going to hold this against him at some point. Other people would probably call him naive, but he didn't care.

»Charles?« The reporter asked for about the third time, trying to get the zoned-out Monegasques attention. Starting to get impatient he almost pushed his microphone into Charles face, finally bringing him back to reality.

»Oh, sorry! I was... thinking.« Charles eyes shifted to Kyra, who was desperately trying to refrain from laughing out loud.

She knew exactly what Charles looked like when he was thinking about the things they did. When his eyes zoned out and a smile tugged at the corner out his mouth... It brought her a sense of satisfaction, knowing that he couldn't stop thinking about her. Of course it only fueled the delusion that he actually felt more for her than just sexual desire, but that was a heart ache Kyra could deal with later.