❝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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For Charles's birthday, Lexi planned a quiet and intimate evening. She knew that her boyfriend valued moments shared over extravagant gifts. And so, they found themselves at Charles's favorite restaurant, nestled along Monaco's charming marina.
The soft evening breeze ruffled the tablecloth, and the golden rays of the setting sun cast a warm glow on the Mediterranean waters. Lexi and Charles sat across from each other, their eyes filled with affection as they enjoyed the peaceful view. The clinking of wine glasses and the occasional chatter of fellow diners filled the air.
As they sipped on glasses of fine French wine, Lexi began the conversation. "I can't get Theo's gifts," she said, her eyes sparkling. "I had no idea James had even told him about your father and Jules."
Charles nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips. "He was so proud to show us."
Their hands touched briefly across the table, a silent affirmation of their shared sentiments. Charles couldn't help but admire Lexi's beauty, the warm light of the restaurant accentuating her radiant smile. She was his rock, the one who brought a balance to his life filled with the exhilarating ups and downs of Formula 1.
The waiter arrived with their orders. Charles couldn't resist his favorite pasta dish, while Alexandra opted for a steak. The clinking of cutlery, the muted conversations around them, and the gentle hum of the marina formed the soundtrack to their special evening.
Without hesitation, Charles and Alexandra swapped plates, a longstanding tradition between them. It was a small gesture that symbolized their shared life—a life where they reveled in each other's preferences, embraced each other's quirks, and found joy in the little things.
Lexi savored a forkful of Charles's pasta, a subtle grin spreading across her face. "This is divine," she exclaimed, "no wonder it's your favorite."
Charles returned the favor, taking a bite of her steak. "Oh, the steak is incredible," he said, his voice filled with appreciation. "But I want my pasta back." He sent her a joking pout.
They shared a moment of laughter, reveling in the simple delight of a delicious meal, a beautiful view, and each other's loving presence. With their hands entwined and their hearts intertwined, they knew that these peaceful moments were the greatest gifts of all.
As they continued to gaze at each other, the world around them faded into the background, leaving only the two of them locked in a silent connection. Charles found himself entranced by the intricate details that made Alexandra so captivating.
Her low-cut, backless black dress accentuated her collarbones, making them look delicately beautiful. The high slit on her right leg added an air of sophistication and allure to her appearance. Earlier, he had glimpsed something lacy underneath the dress, igniting his curiosity about what surprises she had in store.
A loving smile played on his lips as he observed her twisting the promise ring he had given her. The delicate band was symbolic of their deep commitment and unwavering love for each other. Charles couldn't help but picture the day—hopefully not too far in the future—when an engagement ring would sit alongside it, marking a new chapter in their life together.
