Synopsis: Charles reminds you that you are his and only his.
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You hadn't realized you had done anything wrong.
The two of you had been partying at an exclusive club in Monaco. celebrating his home win. You had been dancing the night away, drinking cocktails on the side.
But Charles had a whole other take on what you were doing that night.
You were a little tipsy after your second cocktail and were taking your sweet little time talking to the bartender when ordering another one.
Leaning against the counter, your cleavage practically spilling out of your dress, your dress hiking up your thighs and threatening to flash anyone who looked closely enough.
He couldn't deal with that. You were his and only his, nobody else was supposed to even look at what was his.
Which is precisely why he decided to cut the night short, saying goodbye to your friends and dragging you out of the club at merely 2 in the morning.
"Why are we leaving? I was having fun" you pouted as you let Charles drag you towards his parked car, his grip on you tight.
"Yeah, I saw how much fun you were having with that bartender" he grumbled under his breath, making your eyebrows furrow.
Your brain couldn't process anything he was saying, too fuzzy because of the cocktails you had drunk. What bartender? What fun?
"Did I do something wrong?" you asked as you got to the car, not getting in while Charles held the door open for you.
He looked at you, your eyes wide and innocent, your lips jutted and nearly wobbling.
Charles could feel his anger and jealousy slowly dissipate from his body when he looked at you, but he was determined to make you forget about anyone else as soon as he got you home.
"Just get in the car, amour. You did nothing wrong" he said as he hurriedly pushed you into the passenger seat and fastened your seatbelt.
You were far too tired to think more of it, satisfied with his answer as you settled into the seat, taking off your shoes with a sigh.
Charles was pent up as he got into the driver's seat and started the car up, your teasing from the entire night letting itself known through the massive boner he had. He had so many things to say about the way you acted that night, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything.
He would only show you what he truly meant the moment he got you home.
You were in your own little world the entire car ride, your head resting against the side of the door as the fresh air from outside helped you sober up gradually. Your head was more clear now than it had been the entire night, and bits and pieces of the night started coming back to you, making you realize why Charles was mad.
The silence continued all the way to his apartment, the tension between the two of you brewing with each step you took.
Charles had stepped into the bedroom and stood at the foot of the bed, starting to unbutton his shirt while you stood behind him and watched, biting your lips once he got his shirt off and you could see his back muscles tense with his every move.
"I'm sorry for being a brat tonight" you whisper in his ear as you step close to him, your arms wrapping around his body and running up and down on his chest.
Charles' breath hitched, the feeling of your manicured and delicate hands rubbing smooth motions on his already hot skin driving him crazy.
He turned around, making your arms fall to your sides as you stared up at him with wide and expecting eyes.
