[3] MARANELLO || C. LECLERC

TWENTY TWO

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CAMILLE

"He just seems so obsessed," I dragged my legs upwards, holding my knees against my chest and exhaling deeply. Charles glanced at me from the other side of the sofa. "With you. With me. He just wants to hurt us."

"Do you think he's jealous?" Charles lifted an eyebrow and I rolled my eyes. Stefan wasn't the jealous type, and anyway, he seemed to be happily married, but part of me believed that was a terribly put together facade.

"Jealous of what, exactly?" I snapped at Charles as the anger grew inside my stomach. I muttered to myself in annoyance after realising what I'd done. "I'm sorry. I'm just not in a great mood."

"Don't worry about it, mon amour," Charles glanced at his watch before looking at me again. The smile on his face was soft and subtle yet it still warmed my heart. He looked beautiful with his black Puma hoodie covering his chest, the matching joggers on his legs. His hair was pushed backwards by a bandana and he wore his black glasses on the ridge of his nose. It was pretty difficult to control myself whilst he looked so attractive. "Would you like to head to bed and we can talk there? I know we've not eaten yet, but we can make dinner in an hour or so, if you'd prefer to be more comfortable whilst we talk about things?"

"Can you carry me there?" I giggled to myself, smiling at my fiancé who sighed carefully before standing up, despite nodding his head and opening his arms for me. Charles scooped me into his chest and allowed me to wrap my legs securely around his waist, whilst I ran my fingers through his messy hair. I was so in love with him and the feeling became more intense as the days passed. I never wanted to spend a day of my life without Charles. He made me the happiest girl in the world.

"I'll grab you something to change into," Charles placed me on the bed, tracing his fingers across my cheek before leaving a soft kiss on my lips. The taste on his lips was so addictive. He turned himself to his side of the wardrobe and pulled out a white t-shirt. "Take this. I bet you'll look so unbelievably sexy in it."

"It's an oversized t-shirt, not a piece of lingerie." I rolled my eyes, noticing Charles' face drop slightly at my comment. I may have been an underwear model, but he didn't see me as that. Charles didn't see my body in the way some men did. He thought I was beautiful inside and out. I loved him for that.

"I know, but I think my clothes look so good on you, and I can't resist you," he smirked to himself, turning around to close his wardrobe and give me a moment of privacy whilst I removed my hoodie and replaced it with his shirt. "You know, mon amour, I think you're beautiful in anything you wear, but especially my clothes. I fall in love with you more each time I see you wearing one of my shirts, especially a red Ferrari one."

Charles winked at me as he turned around again, running his fingers through his hair. He pushed his glasses further up his nose with his index finger before allowing me to crawl beneath the duvet covers, lifting his hoodie over his head and unintentionally removing his bandana. Charles was quick to join me beneath the sheets, immediately pulling me into his warm, bare chest. I curled closely into his body.

"I've not seen Stefan since we were in Barcelona. He'd been too busy handling 'business' here in Monaco," Charles lifted his fingers to create speech marks as he spoke, causing me to sigh softly as I straightened my legs. The feeling of the soft cotton duvet cover on top of my freshly shaven and moisturised legs was calming; I felt comfortable and for the first time all day, my body relaxed. Charles' fingers trailed across towards my thigh, where they rested carefully as he cleared his throat again. "I can't understand why he is here, but please, you can't let yourself worry."