I'm dancing with a stranger in the middle of a club, I'm already drunk as hell, probably high as a kite as well.

I feel everything go into slow motion as I see Charles make his way through the crowd, his eyes locked with mine.

I lean my head back into the guys neck as he kisses down my neck, a moan releases from my throat, my eyes are still locked with his.

He comes up to us and I smirk as he stands in front of us.

"My turn" Charles says and the guy looks up, Charles gives him a stern cold look and the guy backs off.

I smirk and slide my hands up from his stomach, to his chest, to his collarbone, to his shoulders where I wrap them around his neck.

He smirks down at me and we start to move to the music. "Come with me, mon amour" Charles says in my ear and let his lip brush against my earlobe.

I keep a moan down and hide the tingles I feel from his lips on my skin.

"Non" I say and smirk as I turn my back to him in a swift move, out of instinct Charles grab my hips and hold me in place in front of him.

"Cherie" Charles begs and I chuckle. "Keep begging" I say in a sultry voice. I didn't have to pretend to be turned on. He did the job perfectly.

His hands slide down from my hip to my thigh. To the edge of the small satin dress. He ran his hand up my thigh underneath the dress, bringing the fabric up my thigh and I suppress a moan and I bite my lip.

"S'il vous plaît, Cherie" Charles whispers smoothly in my ear, his hand stops the dress from showing too much skin, as he runs his hand up my hip outside my dress and up to my stomach, ribs, the side of my breasts and then to my cheek.

He had surprisingly soft hands, with a certain roughness.

I bite my lip as he begged me. He literally begged me.

I take his hand in mine softly and pull him behind me through the crowd.

I didn't have to look back to see the smirk on his face, thinking he achieved what he wanted, that his begging worked.

I bring him to the tables we had reserved, the rest room being close enough, he thought I was bringing him to the restroom.

But much to his surprise I push him down in the booth, confusion written in his face.

"I already told you that your charms doesn't work on me, amour" I say with a smirk and pat his thigh as I lean down to tell him.

"You will, don't worry, Cherie" Charles calls after me.

"And soon!" Charles shouts as I keep walking, not once turning around to acknowledge him.

I find myself a hot stranger, make sure he's single and we're on our way to the restroom.

I pass Charles, George and Lena on the way and she smirks at me in approval and George doesn't register it.

Charles scoffs and shakes his head. Finally feeling some sort of defeat to this round of the game.

"Oh shit, wait for me in there, I forgot something" I tell him as we get inside.

He nods hungrily and I walk back out and pull Lena with me.

"Charles is so mad, what's going on with you two?" Lena asks. I tell her what happened on the dance floor and she shrieked in excitement.

"He's like the Christian Grey to your Anastasia Steele" Lena gasps drunkenly and I laugh at her.

"He's so not. There's nothing in it, he's not really interested in me, he just likes the challenge and you know it, you heard what Luisa said" I remind her.

"Who heard what I said when?" Luisa asks with a tipsy laugh as she walks up behind us.

The three of us move to the bar and I tell Luisa as well.

"I don't know if I'm horny or disturbed by that" Luisa admits in confusion and we burst out laughing at her and order more drinks.

"He's really trying huh?" Luisa then says and I shrug.

"He likes the game" I say and roll my eyes at his type.

"So do you, right?" Lena reminds me and I nod and shrug once again knowing it was true.

"I just want to keep my word to Pierre, though" I say and Lena nods understandingly.

"To Pierre? What word?" Luisa asks in confusion once again.

"Pierre made me promise, not to have anything to do with Leclerc. It's his childhood best friend, the two have known each other for years. It's sensitive" I say and remember the talks.

Luisa nods understandingly and Lena as well.

"Well, fuck him. Let's drink our bodyweight" Lena says with a cheer as she refers to Charles.

"Hell yes!" Both Luisa and I cheer and take shots at the bar before going over to Pierre and Lando.

"Are you three ready to go home?" Pierre asks and I shake my head no. "But we have practice tomorrow" Pierre whines and I chuckle as Lena kisses him to make it better.

"You can go home, but we will stay for a bit more" Lena says and Luisa repeats the same to Lando.

"Oh, that reminds me, Leclerc needs to ride with you back to the hotel then" Lando says and I roll my eyes.

"What?" Lando asks confused and Luisa chuckles.

"Nothing" I sing and continue our partying as the two drivers leave the club.

It's 1.30AM, when I see that Luisa and Lena had ditched me. I sighed in frustration and tried calling them.

Neither responded and I looked to the booths we had earlier. I see one particular drunk Ferrari driver and I groan.

His eyes meet mine, no smirk, no teasing, no smile.

I raise and eyebrow and hang up as I got Luisa's voicemail once again and then walked up to him.

"What's up with you?" I ask him as he looks at me confused.

"You're still here?" Charles asks drunkenly. I mentally curse, he wasn't just drunk, he was shitfaced.

His eyes were red, his hair was messy, his shirt was slightly open. He was drunk as hell.

"Yup, thanks to Lena and Luisa" I say and roll my eyes once again. He nodded at my answer and looked down in his lap as he held a drink in his lap.

"What are you still doing here?" I ask him and raise an eyebrow at his state.

He almost looked sad.

"Couldn't go back" Charles says and takes another sip of his drink.

"What do you mean?" I ask confused.

"I couldn't go back to the hotel" Charles says. Still that gives me no explanation on what he meant.

"Well, I have a car waiting. Come with, if you want. I think we're the last" I tell him as I scan the club.

"No, just leave" Charles says without looking at me. Sorrow was indeed in his voice. He couldn't even look at me.

"What's wrong, Charles? Did something happen?" I ask carefully. I tried to be serious and actually worry for him.

"Just leave" Charles says and takes another sip of his drink coldly. It was now his turn to ignore me, to not acknowledge me.

"Well, it's your loss" I say and stand up and grab my purse.

"Good luck getting back to the hotel" I say and scoff.

"Daniella, how did it feel to be reunited with a loved one?" Charles asks out loud, as I had turned my back to him, ready to leave.

My blood started boiling. How did he know? Had Victor told Arthur and then Charles?

"Why are you asking?" I ask and turn back to him.

Pain is written across his face and I take another step to the side he sits in.

"Charles?" I press on as he doesn't answer.

"Who did you lose?" I ask worried. Did he lose a loved one tonight?

"Everyone. I lost everyone"