Sex Scandal {Charles Leclerc}

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Hey guys,

Kinda short chapter today, but it's so heavy Idk how to continue after that... So yeah, next one will be longer again.

Basically, here we debunk more of Kyra's trauma, kinda the last bit of the iceberg. So you'll see supportive/concerned Charles, if that's something you like.

And here are the much needed TW's for this chapter: vomiting, panic attack, talk of abuse, talk of sexual abuse, illegal age gap relationship

Yey! See ya!

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The whole secret couple thing went better than Kyra had expected it to. Able to keep a low profile as Charles recovered, they had a lot of time to get to know each other in this new situation. Most of the days they spent talking, doing normal things like playing video games, cooking, staying in bed until noon... There were a couple of interviews Charles had to do and one Kyra had to attend with Max. It was a youtube thing, where the two were playing some game while answering questions about their "relationship".

They both had fun with it, their made up backstory had taken on so much form it was like acting to them. But there was someone who wasn't as thrilled about it - Charles.
He was sitting in the back of the room, watching his girlfriend and friend being all lovey-dovey with each other while all he could do was think that that should be him. He should be there, sitting next to Kyra and answer these stupid questions. Not Max.

In all honesty he was tired of it. Being jealous even though he should have no reason to be. Kyra was his. She loved him. She'd said it over and over again over the last two weeks. But somehow that wasn't enough for the Monegasque. He needed something more, but he didn't know what more was.

The interview didn't last for longer than an hour, though it felt much, much longer for Charles. He couldn't wait for Kyra to come over and release him from his suffering. She didn't seem to notice Charles sour face, staying with Max for a bit longer, both speaking in hushed voices. If it wasn't for the concerned look on Kyras face and Max's shoulders tensing as he told her something clearly confidential, Charles would have gone over there and asked her to leave. But so he sat, waiting while the bitter taste in his mouth intensified.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Kyra gave Max a hug, which lasted a couple seconds too long, and then walked over to her actual boyfriend. Greeting him with a smile, she led Charles out of the building and straight to their car.

Charles went along with the smalltalk about the video, doing his best to not let his bad mood show. It wouldn't be fair to Kyra. She wasn't at fault for this, being just as unhappy about the situation as Charles. Voicing how miserable Charles about something the young woman had warned him about before they started dating would be idiotic of him. So his strategy was to smile and wave until his mood passed. Seeing Kyra all happy and smiley, taking his hand as soon as they started driving back to their hotel helped.

»Hey, I know we're going to dinner in an hour, but how about you spend time in my room?« Charles whispered into Kyras ear when they reached their floor.

Knowing exactly what Charles question entailed, Kyra grinned and reached for his room key without turning around. With an equally big smile Charles handed it to her, barely able to wait until they were in the room and the door closed behind them.

As soon as the lock clicked they were on each other like magnets. Kyra had the upper hand, kissing Charles as she pressed him up against the wall, her hands wandering over his toned body. Breathing hard the man let her go for it, enjoying the feeling of her lips trail down his jaw and to his neck.