Racing Hearts (Charles Leclerc)

A clubbing Surprise

"Really lovely to meet you, Y/N. Mind if I join you?" Pierre asked, gesturing towards the lounge.You all agreed, and Pierre settled down beside you. As laughter filled the air and conversations delved into various topics, you quickly realized the many shared interests you had with Charles, such as your passion for music.

You couldn't believe how much you were enjoying yourself. You had initially been hesitant about coming to Jimmy'z, but now, you were grateful for Sofia's persuasiveness. Your group grew more relaxed, and you found yourself feeling more comfortable around Charles.

As the night progressed, the champagne flowed, and the music grew louder. You and Charles found yourselves lost in conversation. You talked about everything from your favorite bands to your dream travel destinations. You couldn't believe how easy it was to talk to him, and you found yourself opening up to him in ways you never thought possible.

Suddenly, the club's lights dimmed a little more, signaling the start of a new set. Charles stood up, extending his hand towards you. "Dance with me?"

You hesitated for a second, but your heart won out, and you placed your hand in his.

Surrounded by the pulsating lights, the throbbing music, and the close proximity of Charles, you felt alive in a way you never had before.

As the music grew louder, Charles pulled you closer, and you felt your heartbeat accelerate. You could smell his cologne, the warmth of his body radiating against yours. The connection between you was palpable, and you got lost in the dance with Charles, not realizing the jealous and curious gazes that were thrown at you from all around.

A few songs later, you were sweaty and slightly exhausted, so you made your way back to the lounge. You sat back down and started talking again. Sofia, while encountered in a deep conversation with Lorenzo, glanced at her best friend now and then and couldn't help but smile. She hasn't seen you like that since you started dating Oliver back then.

You felt a deep sense of comfort in Charles's presence and genuinely enjoyed your time together. As the night progressed, another person joined your group. It was Marco Rossi, a close friend of Charles and, as it turned out, Sofia's friend and business partner. He settled in with you, and the night carried on.

Pierre seized the opportunity to inquire about your background. "So, Y/N, where are you from?" he asked.

You smiled warmly. "I'm actually from Y/hometown, born and raised."

"Y/country, how nice," Pierre remarked, stealing a glance at Charles. "And what brought you to Monaco?"

You let out a brief sigh. "Well, I've been traveling through Europe for the past six months, taking a break. Monaco wasn't originally part of my plan, but then I decided to visit Sofia," you said, pointing at your friend, who grinned in response.

"Yeah, and I would've been so pissed if you hadn't come to see me," Sofia chimed in playfully.You laughed, and your infectious laughter brought a smile to Charles's face. He gazed at you lovingly and casually draped his arm over the backrest behind you. You returned his affectionate gaze with a warm smile.

Unbeknownst to you, someone approached your table and stood before you. It was a stunning woman, exuding a catwalk-worthy allure.

Marco, quickly recognizing her, rose from his seat and kissed her on the cheek. "Isabella, what are you doing here?" he asked, a slight hint of panic in his voice.

"I heard Charles was here, and I couldn't believe it, so I had to see it for myself," Isabella replied, sporting a seductive smile. Her long black hair and piercing light blue eyes commanded attention.

You and Charles looked up, breaking your eye contact, and turned your attention to Isabella. "Isabella," Charles said, his voice tinged with confusion and surprise.

Isabella maintained her seductive smile. "Charles, chéri, it's good to see you. And you too, Pierre," she said, not even looking at Pierre. Her demeanor was arrogant, and it seemed as if she wouldn't care about anyone than Charles.

Pierre rolled his eyes at Isabella but managed to force a smile. Sensing your confusion, Sofia discreetly signaled for you to check your phone. You complied and read Sofia's message: 'That's Isabella Rossi. Charles's ex.'

You looked up from your phone, exchanging a bewildered glance with Sofia. Charles had a girlfriend who was this stunning. Of course, he was a famous Formula 1 driver, so it made sense that he would have a model girlfriend. An uneasy feeling washed over you.

"And who might this be?" Isabella asked, her displeasure evident as she looked disdainfully at you while Charles's arm remained draped over your backrest.

You mustered a smile and extended your hand to Isabella. "I'm Y/N, nice to meet you." However, Isabella regarded your hand as if it were a bug and ignored the gesture.

"Uh-huh," Isabella responded dismissively, redirecting her attention back to Charles, her smile returning. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

Charles glanced briefly at you, contemplating whether or not to comply, but eventually sighed. "Yeah, sure," he acquiesced. He was simply too kind to ignore her request. He stood up and followed Isabella to the bar.

"Terreur," Pierre muttered under his breath as he took a sip of his drink, expressing his disapproval.