Hidden Secrets

29- Obligation

"You can't come with me"

"Why not" his eyebrows knot together, clearly at a lack of understanding to the controlling blonde sat at the table awaiting his return

"Your girlfriend wouldn't like that very much" I subconsciously begin twisting the ring on my finger, the aching feeling in my stomach refusing to subside despite my attempts

"Is that?" he doesn't finish his sentence, a look of amusement finding its way into his green eyes while he gestures to my hand

I look down only to realize, i'm wearing the ring he got me, my eyes go wide at his observation, I look at his wrist to find the bracelet, "I could ask you the same, Leclerc" I nod at his wrist earning a quick glance down from him, a small smile arises on his lips as he sees the accessory

"You should go, Carly is waiting" I look over, seeing her sitting at the table, her arms crossed, her eyes stabbing daggers into me as she watches my interaction with her boyfriend, just minutes after her yelling at me in the restroom to stay away from him

"No, i'm coming with you" he shakes his head, as if not seeing any necessity to go with his girlfriend. I see it as an obligation, he shouldn't leave with another girl, that's wrong

"Charles, what would everyone think if you randomly came with me"

"I don't care what they think, chérie"

"You should" I shake my head, he has a girlfriend, and that makes me look horrible if someone were to assume that he was cheating on her with me

"And what about your boyfriend? Will he be mad?"

"Who's my boyfriend? Everyone here is a couple. Ohh" I say the last part as I realize who he's referring to, if only he knew what Max and I had actually talked about during our 'date'

"You're talking about Max"

"And? How would he feel since I suppose now we're thinking about other people"

I only shrug, Max had told me that we should mess with Leclerc in return to his mixed signals, and in order to do just that, neither of us are going to agree or deny any relationship going on between us

"Come on" he ignores my shrug, clearly trying to brush off my lack of denial to his proposition, as he walks out of the restaurant with me, we arrive at his Ferrari, "Did you miss my car?" he smirks, watching the smile I can't help but allow to appear on my face

"Like I said, I only hang out with you because of your car" I send him a wink as I get into the passenger seat

"Heartbreaking" He fake pouts as he starts the car, the engines rumbling making butterflies soar through my stomach, god I love Ferraris

"When do you leave for Baku?"

"Two days, when do you go to Madrid?"

"How do you know about that?"

"Valentine, do you just constantly expect the bare minimum?" Yes.

"What? No" I shake my head, a small smile is on his face as he watches me get flustered, what am I supposed to say to that? I just didn't expect him to care enough to know about my schedule