Three Dumb Ideas | Formula 1 fanfiction

34: Princess

Luciana's point of view

I'm fine, Charles really helped me.

We are still on the bathroom floor, I am sipping a drink that Rose brought me.

Charles is picking up the beads from my necklace.

'Charles please, it was 5 euros, let it be'.

'You sure, Princess?', he asks.

'Please don't call me that Charles'.

'You don't like it?', he asks.

'You called her queen', I sigh.

'She said that? She said I called her queen?', he laughs.

Why is he laughing?

'Yes, she said that.'

'Luciana, you don't have to believe me, but keep in mind that she's a jealous bitch.'

I nod

'I called her queen, I did, I'm not going to lie. But I didn't call her just queen, I called her the evil queen', he laughs.

'It's actually a funny story, whenever we went on a date or whatever she'd be fucking evil to the waitress or waiter or anyone who crossed her path the wrong way. I was so ashamed of her for that', he laughs.

'I'm sorry it's really not funny but she'd even 'forget' their tip and then I would wait until she left and then give the waiters some money, like 100 bucks or something'.

'That's it? Really?', I ask.

'Luciana, why would I lie to you?'.

'But then why would she say that to me? This doesn't make me jealous at all'.

'Because she doesn't know I called her the evil queen, it was an inside joke with Pierre. I just called her queen and whenever I was with Pierre only he knew the true definition'.

'I trust you, Charles, I really do'.

'Thank you, Luci. I would hate myself if I ever lost your trust', he smiles.

'Then don't let me down, mister'.

He laughs and shakes his head.

'Let's get out of here, I will grab your coat. Give me 5 minutes I'll be right back', he kisses my forehead and walks out when I give him the approval to leave me there.

I stand up and look in the mirror. My makeup has washed away.

I wash my face with water and then dry it with some paper towels. Great skincare.

'You decent?', I hear someone knocking on the door.

I don't recognize the voice.

'Yeah, come in', I stutter.

Chris walks in and closes the door again.

'Here you are, I'm so sorry for Charlotte. She can be very cruel', he smiles.

'So then why do you date her? Why do you marry her?', I ask.

He walks up to me and places a hand on my shoulder.

'Because someone has to, I hoped Charles would, but he didn't so now I have to'.

What the fuck? That makes no fucking sense.

His hand moves to my lower back and he places it there.

'You see I'd rather marry you', he smiles.

His hand moves to my ass and before I can even move away he squeezes my ass.