Sex Scandal {Charles Leclerc}

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Good day, my dear readers!

It is me with another chapter. Kind of a filler chapter, but also a relaxing one.

Not much happens, but I feel like thats okay. Enough has happened and enough still will happen :)

Oh also Charles' family will appear in this chapter, so I would like to once again emphasize that these are NOT the real people, but FICTIONAL ones. I have no clue how Charles family is, this is just how I IMAGINE them for the sake of this FANFICTION!

Anyways enjoy this!

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Kyra had to admit she was impressed with Charles efforts to persuade her into secretly dating. He was giving it his all in the two weeks they had before the Monaco GP, planning dates, while also managing to keep up with all his obligations to Ferrari and F1.

There were a lot of interviews and social media shoots he had to attend as it was his home race next and the team took it as an opportunity to reinstate Charles image with the public. Maybe gain some sympathy points as well.

Kyra, of course, attended every event with Charles, watching from the sidelines and enjoying the show. It was fun watching him doing challenges and interviews with Carlos, the two being a chaotic yet charming duo. Surprisingly Charles was pretty good at pretending that nothing had changed, the only thing he did was glancing over at his bodyguard every now and then, but that couldn't have been interpreted as anything other than friendship.

Nobody second guessed them, nobody knew. Everything was going fine, the only thing bothering Kyra was the nagging voice in the back of her head, telling her this was all going to go horribly wrong. And while she might have agreed with that voice a bit, the young woman quickly learned to ignore it. She just wanted to be happy for a while, even if it was selfish of her. It was easy to forget about her worried when she had Charles in her arms every night...

On Monday of the race weekend they went to Monaco to stay at Charles apartment for the time remaining. He was excited having Kyra there with him as if was the first time she'd see where he lived during longer breaks. They had about three days off before Charles had to return to his life as a race driver and he had plans: sightseeing, restaurants, walks around town and maybe (Charles wasn't decided on this one yet) dinner with his family...

Kyra didn't know about any of this. She just expected them to stay in, order food as Charles hadn't been outgoing at all in the time she'd know him. So when Charles entered the bedroom, where she was spread across the bed, scrolling on her phone, with an oddly shaped back over his arm, she frowned at him.

»What is that?« Arching a brow Kyra sat up, putting her phone to the side.

Charles loved that about her. When he entered, he always had her full attention. Whatever the brunette was doing would be tossed aside for him. A soft smile tugged on his lips and he laid the bag down on the bed so Kyra could check it out. Her hands were right on the zipper spanning from top to bottom on the bag. Excited to see if she would like what was inside, Charles took a step back so he could watch Kyra properly.

Carefully the young woman opened the bag, fully concentrated she pulled it open, revealing a hint of dark, red fabric. Her eyes widened as she realized what is was and a second later she pulled out the whole dress. She was glowing, holding it in her hands so cautiously, her fingers feeling the velvet fabric as if she couldn't believe she was actually holding something like it. The disbelief only grew what she discovered the tag.