SHIRT, charles leclerc

TWENTY-FIVE, distaste

( NOT EDITED / PROOFREAD )

- THIS CHAP ESCALATES FAST SO BUCKLE UP!! AND I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE😉🤭

Charles and Juliette made their way to his car, his infamous black Ferrari which had the number ' 16 ' embedded in the side of it.

Juliette quietly made her way to the passenger seat, she placed her beach bag in the floor of the car in front of her, and waited as Charles adjusted himself to the driver's seat.

He started the car, and pulled out of the parking lot of the private beach, starting his journey to Juliette's house.

He memorized Monaco by heart, he knew all the street names and short cuts, even hidden roads that not many people knew about. He never used any sort of map system in Monaco. His driving was natural and he unconsciously always knew where he was going.

The radio had as a small, french, news broadcaster played in the background, talking about some scandal that happened between two celebrities that Juliette didn't really care about.

Juliette sent Bruna a text, letting her know she was on her way back to her house. Juli let her head rest against the window, watching the landscape, the buildings, the people pass as the car sped through the streets of the city.

Charles eyes raked towards her multiple times during the ride.

It was silent, but it was the nice type of silent . It wasn't uncomfortable or anything. They both were tired and wanted some time to rest and collect their thoughts.

Juliette's house was on top of a small hill that was not too far from Daniel and Charles's house. And that was mainly why she chose that house, she wanted to be near her friends.

She had other properties as well, she recently bought a penthouse in New York City, which was right across Lewis's as well. She had a house in São Paulo, and an apartment London.

Juliette was glad that Charles and her were alright. She felt as if she was suffocating under the strain on the air that was constantly around the two. But now, the atmosphere was more light, and relaxed, as if the crashing waves that fought between the two had calmed.

Temporarily

It was almost as if they were back to their old selves, just pure friends, without any complications.

Almost.

A feeling of unsettlement set in Juliette's stomach, as her face dropped. The radio had moved onto another subject, stating the following:

"Des rapports sont récemment venus de plusieurs sources anonymes, indiquant que le pilote de Formule 1, Charles Leclerc, avait été vu à plusieurs reprises avec une fille blonde méconnaissable. Le couple avait été vu ensemble deux fois, une fois sur son viacht il y a quelques jours, et une fois dans un club la nuit dernière. Avons-nous un nouveau WAG entre nos mains ?"

( Reports have recently came în from multiple anonymous resources, stating that Formula 1 Driver, Charles Leclerc had been seen on multiple occasions with a Blonde, unrecognizable girl. The couple had been seen together twice, once on his yacht a few days ago, and once in a club last night. Do we have a new WAG in our hands?)

Juliette's stomach churned, she squeezed her eyes shut, ignoring the feeling of absolute disgust over taking her. A wave of nausea rippled through her, she felt sick.

Charles's heart dropped to his stomach, his chest tight as he processed the statement that was heard from the radio, his chewed on the inside of his cheek.