Sex Scandal {Charles Leclerc}

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Okay, second chapter today!

I thought I'd give you some more stuff, since I might not be able to write one tomorrow (cause I'm getting another tattoo, hehe)!

It's a bit longer than the last one :)

Aaand I don't think this one needs and TW's, so yey to that!

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It had taken a day or two, but Kyra had recovered from her breakdown. It was easy with the unconditional support Charles had given her, really showing that he meant what he'd promised her.

The fact that Lando and Max both needed her help as well was a good distraction too. It made Kyra put her problems aside and be there for them and Carlos - who'd started texting her as well. So when she wasn't occupied with Charles, she was texting and calling them as well.

The Monegasque had quickly picked up on his girlfriends busy schedule and asked her what it was about. Her answer hadn't left Charles with a great feeling. In his opinion she should focus on herself right now, recover from the stressful couple of weeks she'd had. But he couldn't really say anything about it as Kyra seemed to be handling it well enough.

He didn't get too much time to worry about it due to Ferrari ordering him to attend some important dinner in London. According to Fred it was the biggest event in motor sports with team principals, drivers and sponsors from all different parts of the sport meeting. Charles was supposed to represent Ferrari as no one else was able to attend because of the Austrian GP going on the same weekend.

So Charles and Kyra packed up their things and took the next flight over to London. The young woman seemed especially excited and not at all uncomfortable like she usually was on flights. With her face pressed against the window she looked down at the city underneath them, smiling from ear to ear.

»What's up with you?« Charles chuckled, more than happy to see her like this.

»Nothing just... London. Always loved this city.« Kyra replied, not even bothering to take her eyes off the sight presenting itself to her.

»Oh, true... You're half British!« Charles remembered the talk he had with Kyra when they'd stayed at his vacation home in France. She'd told him about her mother being an exchange student from England.

Letting out a short laugh, Kyra glanced over at Charles briefly and muttered, »I'm surprised you're still able to keep up with my family history.«

»I'll remember anything you tell me.«

»You're being cheesy.«

Charles knew he was, but he couldn't help it. Everything about Kyra made him want to declare his love in the most embarrassing ways, even if that in itself was already cheesy enough.

It was around 3:00 p.m. when they landed and it took them another thirty minutes to get to their hotel. The dinner would be the next night, so they had some time to order room service and make plans for the rest of the day and half of tomorrow.

Kyra was all over google, mapping out distances between the places she wanted to visit or show to Charles, since he hadn't been in London a lot and never for sight-seeing.
It gave Charles the opportunity to sit back and eat and relax a little.