❝Falling for him wasn't falling at all. It was walking into a house and suddenly knowing you're home.❞
In which Hollywood actress Alexandra Heroux returns to the world of F1 after almost a decade, only to fall for Charles Leclerc.
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On the balcony of Charles' apartment, overlooking Monaco's picturesque marina, Alexandra and Charles found a rare moment of tranquility amidst the turmoil of their past. As she took a drag from her cigarette, Charles murmured soothing words against her neck and shoulders, trying to offer comfort in the face of the emotional storm they were navigating.
With a sigh, Alexandra turned to face him, her eyes carrying the weight of the world. She hesitated before voicing the thoughts that had been churning in her mind. "What do you think I should do about the blog?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
Charles furrowed his brows, genuinely interested in her perspective. "What do you mean?" he inquired.
She took another drag, contemplating her words. "What if we didn't let the blog leak it?" she proposed, her eyes searching his for guidance. "What if I come clean myself?"
Charles gazed at her thoughtfully, recognizing the significance of what she was suggesting. It was a bold step, a way to regain control over her narrative. He caressed her cheek gently, his voice soft and reassuring. "Lexi, it's your story to tell, and you should tell it when you're ready. I'll support you no matter what you decide."
As they lingered on the balcony, gazing out at the lights of Monaco's marina, Alexandra couldn't help but ask the question that had been weighing on her mind for so long. She turned to Charles, her eyes searching his face, and in a quiet voice, she asked, "Why didn't you tell me the truth?"
Charles looked at her, his expression a mixture of sadness and regret. He hesitated for a moment before answering, "I thought I was saving you from the pain."
Her smile was bittersweet as she replied, "Nothing can save me from the pain."
As Charles and Lexi reentered the apartment, they found their friends engrossed in a conversation about Jacob's NASCAR days. However, the atmosphere in the room quickly shifted when they entered, and the talk dwindled into an uneasy silence. Jacob noticed the somber expression on his daughter's face and couldn't help but voice his concern.
"Are you okay?" he asked, genuine worry etched on his face. Lexi nodded, her eyes revealing a mix of determination and weariness.
"I just want to get this over with," she confessed, her voice heavy with emotion. She took a seat, casting a hesitant glance at the daunting brown file before her. Turning to Charles, she made a heartfelt request. "I can't read it. Will you?"
Charles looked equally tormented by the prospect, his unease palpable. He swallowed hard, struggling to find his voice. To their side, Max cleared his throat, sensing the need to help.
"I'll do it," Max offered, his voice steady with resolve. Lexi nodded gratefully, her eyes reflecting her appreciation. With that, the group returned to a solemn silence, ready to face the painful revelations hidden within the file.
