In your effort to get out the door this morning in time for your meeting with your model agency you left Charles in charge of completing the washing. A task which in itself was simple but you knew that Charles, while careful on the track, could be rather careless with the mundane tasks of life. The meeting was long and tedious, and in all honestly if you hadn't have turned up it wouldn't have made a difference. Throughout the entire meeting, you'd barely been asked anything but when Aileen, your agent, put an end to the meeting you were out of there as fast as the wind.
It was nearly 17:00 and you knew that you had no hope of getting home quickly – what with the Monacan traffic there was no hope. As you sat in your car, trying to leave the car park of the agency you rang Charles from your in car phone.
"Hello?" He answered.
"Charles, honey, I'm on my way home. I was going to stop and get food but this traffic is ridiculous."
"That's ok, sweetheart" He replied, "I'll cook us the stir-fry you like?" You near drooled at the thought of the stir-fry. It was by far your favourite food that Charles made and it was healthy which was a bonus as the two of you's were on strict diets in order to maintain your fitness for modelling and his for the racing season which was starting soon. It was silent for a few seconds while you concentrated on the road, trying to find a slow in the traffic that would allow you to slip onto the road. Finally, you did and you were off home.
"Charles, have you done the washing I left out this morning?" you heard him gasp and stumble as if he was getting up quickly and running.
"Uh ... of course I have"
"Ok, well I'll be home in 40 minutes," You said, "plenty of time to get that washing done." You heard him sigh before mumbling an ok. The two of you exchanged 'I love you' before saying goodbye and hanging up. All in all, the journey home went quite quickly once you started your playlist. You had curated a playlist that lasted 45 minutes as on average your journey home was never longer than that and it gave you a fun (albeit rather sad) game to play where you could see if you could get home before certain songs played.
You entered your apartment that you and Charles shared in the centre of Monaco and made a beeline for the washing machine which had run its course and, as somewhat predicted, Charles had forgotten to empty and hang out to dry. You grabbed a wash basket from the cupboard and started to haul out the clothes. As you removed the clothes from the machine you noticed that they were all slightly pink, and you were almost positive that you'd put Charles in charge of a whitewash.
"Leclerc!" You screamed from the top of your lungs and you heard him race in from the balcony. He stopped behind you and gasped, muttering a quite 'crap'. You stared at him for a few minutes and you could see the cogs turning in his head.
"Mon amour!" He said hugging you tightly, kissing your checks. "How was your day?" You stared at him unamused and simply held up the red Ferrari polo top that you'd found amidst all the former white clothing. "Ah! There it is! I've looking for that one!" He smiled and went to grab it but at the last second you pulled it out of his reach, behind your back. He stepped back and smirked. "Don't think I won't go back there to get it!"
"You had one job-" He interrupted you, "Which I did!"
"No what you did was ruin all our white clothing!"
"Well ... ehm ... you've always said you needed to clear out your wardrobe. I've done it for you now," He remarked, "If anything, you should thank me."
"Thank you?"
"You are welcome"
"You're a cheeky son of a bitch, you know that don't you?" You shook you head and bent down to empty the now-pink clothes into a bin bag. Charles, feeling a bit bad for you, bent down behind you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders.
"Mon amour, I'm sorry." He mumbled into your neck while peppering kisses along it. You leaned back into his chest smiling.
"Next time, sort through the clothes ok?" He mumbled an ok and the two of you sat on the kitchen floor cuddling. "I love you." you whispered.
"I love you more."
"Impossible."
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