Sex Scandal {Charles Leclerc}

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Hello guys!

Uhm small apology for the irregular updates recently!
I've made a post on my board about it today, but I realized not all of us follow me (obviously), so I'll say it again here:

The irregular updated probably won't change very soon as I'm going on vacation soon and I'm also working on my best friends birthday gift (it needs to be done in three weeks so that takes priority rn).

Also I'm really bad at writing the final stage of fanfics. I usually rush it so it's finally over, but I don't want to do that here.
So it might take a little longer, but at least the ending will be decent.

I hope y'all understand!

Also TW's for this chapter: explicit talk about past abusive relationships

That's all I think. Enjoy!

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The race had went well for Charles with a P5 finish.

The same couldn't be said for the United States GP. His car had been having problems all weekend and during the actual race his engine gave out completely. Charles was left with a DNF.

A couple of months ago it would've bothered him much more, when he had to prove he was a good driver in spite of the scandal.

But now things were different. Fans didn't hold the video over his head anymore, actually showing compassion for his loss as it wasn't due to his incapability but Ferraris.

And he had Kyra, waiting for him back at the garage. Willingly she listened to his complaints, agreed with him about every single point he made and gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder.

By the time the race was over Charles found himself calmer than he ever had after a DNF. Usually it took him around good nights of sleep to get over such a disappointment, but now he was cheering and actually happy when he watched Carlos get on his third place on the podium.

Next to him Kyra was applauding for Max standing on the top step, proudly taking a picture of him. Out of the corner of his eye Charles watched as she opened instagram and posted the picture into her story with the text:

Always proud of my amazing boyfriend @maxverstappen1

With a grin Charles bent over to her so he could whisper into her ear, »I hope I can count on that kind of support when we can make our relationship public.«

»Even better, because I'd add a ton of cheesy hearts if it was you I was posting about.« Kyra chuckled sarcastically as she posted the story and then put her phone back into her pocket. »You would like that, wouldn't you?«

»A lot actually. But only red and yellow ones. Any other color would cause scandals.« Charles said in a snooty tone, turning up his nose. Unfortunately he wasn't very good at hiding how unserious he was, the corners of his mouth twitching traitorously.

In the loud crowd around them, Kyra had an easy time pinching Charles side without anyone noticing. The surprised laugh that escaped the Monegasque was drowned out in the cheers.

After the podium celebration there was some more media shoots Charles had to attend. Patiently Kyra waited away from all the cameras and microphones, trying to get a break from everything.

The last week had been a lot. She was still recovering from her run-in with Katherine, trying to forget what she'd said to her. Meanwhile the plan of taking the woman out was still going on.