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Monaco Jet Set Chronicles	By : eternalmuse Category: Individual Celebrities > Charlotte Casiraghi (Charlotte of Monaco) > Charlotte Casiraghi (Charlotte of Monaco) Views: 1910 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know Charlotte Casiraghi, and I do not profit from these writings.

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Thierry stopped in his tracks to gaze up at the sunrise. He drew in a deep breath and with a quick, embarrassed gesture, he wiped his wet eyes. He was just leaving his favorite watering hole, a small non- touristy bar on the edge of Monte Carlo, and moving slowly towards his car. He was a little drunk because he had been drinking martinis, stuffing his face, and flirting all night in hopes of escaping his guilt over hurting Charlotte. He knew he was in no shape to drive. He stood by his car and stared at the driver's door for ages as he wrestled with his conscience. Drive or no drive? He just stared at it... finally, he collapsed against the car and slid down to the gravel, buried his face in his hands, and let the tears pour from his eyes. Why? Why did he do it? Why did he fuck Charlotte? Why hadn't he simply walked away and left Charlotte & Val alone? He was more than 30 years old!! Certainly 30 years of life had taught him better self- control!!?? Thierry felt ashamed and perverted. He was guilty of trying to slut the daughter of his dear friend Princess Caroline, trying to engage her in a public display of sex before her bodyguard!! Words can't express how awful Thierry felt at this moment.
"Salut, Rozier," came the voice of a young man. Thierry looked up. It was Gavin, a young man in his 20s who had kept Thierry company in the bar for hours the previous night. "Too drunk to drive home?" Gavin asked. "I can take you home if you want."
Rozier accepted the offer. Gavin helped him stand up and they got inside Gavin's convertible BMW. "Where do you live?" Gavin asked as he drove.
"Oh," Thierry said, coming out of his daze. "I'm staying at the Hotel de Paris."
Gavin whistled. "Nice. You know, as much as we talked last night, it never came up that you were an out of towner. Where are you from?"
"France. Paris mostly. I'm here for the jumping at Fontvieille."
"Oh," Gavin was interested. "Are you in the show?"
"No," Thierry replied. "My student is. She's fantastic. She won second prize yesterday in the Friends Cup."
Gavin shrugged. "I don't know anything about showjumping. Not my thing. But that's great, I guess. Me, I live here. Don't travel much. When you live in Monaco, there's not much need to travel. You know? It's great here. I've got a boat. I got lucky after law school to land a job as corporate legal counsel at Dancom. I absolutely love it here. I never want to leave."
Thierry found himself staring at Gavin, but he was really staring at him... he was really just staring off into space and his eyes happened to be stuck on Gavin as he spoke. He swallowed and then turned his look on the window by him. Gavin turned the car into the garage of L'Hotel de Paris and rolled down his window to speak to the guard.
"It's ok," Thierry suddenly said. "You can leave me here."
"Are you sure?" Gavin asked.
"Yeah. I appreciate it."
"No problem."
Thierry thanked Gavin for the ride and got out of the car. He walked around the back of the car and up toward the entrance of the hotel.
Thierry walked thru the lobby, aware of the stares from the hotel staff, who weren't impressed by his scruffy, drunken, and sleepless appearance. He badly needed to shave and reeked of alcohol. He was wearing tight jeans and a brown leather jacket over a collared polo shirt. He was not even wearing a belt. After fucking Charlotte, he had left his belt at Fontvieille by accident...
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Andrea reached out for Val to take his hand, and when she did, he spun her around and she stopped against his lean and warm body. Their lips touched and so began a passionate and long kiss, with Val fondling his manly parts (her hand inside his pants, as they were still unzipped, and fondling them over his boxer shorts)
Andrea reached clumsily behind him, feeling the way to the knob on the car's passenger side rear door. He set off the car alarm, scaring the hell out of them both! They backed away in astonishment and stared at the beautiful machine as the alarms went off.
"Damn it, Papa," Val cursed softly but strongly. "Stupid alarms... My father is so paranoid. I mean, who steals cars in Monaco?!"
A Pozzo di Borgo family bodyguard in pajamas came running outside with a pistol. When he saw Val and Andrea, he relaxed and sighed from relief. "Oh, Mademoiselle Valentine, I thought we had an intruder... your father had this car alarm connected to my pager..."
Val rolled her eyes. "Well, Paul, how the heck do you silence it?"
The bodyguard calmly touched a button on his watch and the alarm was shut off. Silence, except the birds who were flying north and making lovely sounds.
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Meanwhile, Pierre was shoving his own manly parts in Charlotte's buttocks. His hands were holding her butt cheeks so tight that he knew he was leaving red marks on them. "Oh, ma soeur, how can something so wrong be so heavenly? C'est inceste mais c'est magnificent!!"
"Oui, Pierrot, c'est divinement! Baisez-moi! Ne soyez pas timide!"
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By now, Thierry was in his room at the Hotel de Paris. It was a simple room, not a luxury suite. Just a regular room with a king-size bed. After calling room service to order pancakes and coffee, he began to undress and get ready for a shower. There was no time to sleep. He would have to be at Fontvieille for the last day of the showjumping. He dreaded seeing Charlotte. He felt he could never look at Caroline again, for shame of what he suggested to her daughter! No, worse than that, what he *did* to her daughter!! Had it really been possible? Had he done it? Christ yes! And worse, he had enjoyed it. So had she, he could tell, but what she hadn't enjoyed were his obvious excesses and loss of control. How could he make it up to her? Worse yet: what accusations was he to face? This could go all the way from never seeing Charlotte again to getting put to jail!
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