Page 2 of Sparks Fly
Dumping me in the middle of a crowded pit lane, the same weekend that his home race, Silverstone, was on.
Not the best timing on both our parts.
It’s not you, it’s me.
I need to focus on my career.
I want to be world champion.
I was numb to it at first, shrugged it off, but with every new message, the elastic band that has been snapping against my skin begins to sting more each time.
Sighing, I lock my phone and toss it to the bed.
I didn’t need to keep reliving it through social media, I was doing enough of that in my head.
As each second passes, something cuts deeper beneath the surface and I hated it.
Hated feeling like this.
I needed a break. I was slightly humiliated, and it didn’t help that Royce was one of the most sought after F1 drivers. All the fans loved him, and so did the sponsors.
A tightness pulls in my chest, and I close my eyes, inhaling heavily. I was a popular influencer way before I got involved with Royce but having him on my arm helped my career rocket. I was getting him signed to new labels and sponsors, he was getting me in to places I would have never got a shot before. Plus, the pros of dating a race driver meant I got to hang out each race weekend with the other girlfriends and celebrities who attend, and snap behind the scenes footage of Royce and his team, Saint Onyx Racing.
Sighing, I shake my head. It seemed like our relationship was purely business, but it was so much more than that. I loved him fiercely and I know he loved me right back. But he wanted more from his career. Wanted more than just me.
And as much as that hurt me, I understood it completely.
A knock at my door has me spinning around and I exhale slowly. Looking through the peep hole, I see my friend Nora standing on the other side of the door. Unhooking the catch, I twist the handle and let her in to my penthouse apartment in Kensington.
“Hi hun,” she says softly as she steps past me and into the open planned space.
“Hey,” I reply on a sigh, my hand pressing to my chest as I try and elevate the ache that radiates through me.
“You doing okay?” Her head tilts to the side, eyes narrowing on mine as she gives me a quick sweep over.
“Yeah, fine.” I nod, crossing my arms in front of my chest, feeling slightly defensive.
“You sure?” Her perfectly raised brow lifts and I roll my eyes.
“Yes!” I instantly feel bad for snapping at her. My back is up and I hate it. I don’t even feel angry. I’m sad. Disappointed. Especially when I thought he was my person.
Then it clicked. I was clearly not fine.
My heart had splintered into a thousand pieces and the man I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with destroyed that dream in a singular moment.
“When did you last shower?”
I scrunch my nose up at her question.Rude. But she had a point.
I slowly lift my tee to my nose and sniff then turn my lips in disgust.“Go shower,” she orders, pointing towards my bedroom and I stomp away like a stroppy teenager.
“I’ll put the kettle on!” she shouts back, and I mimic her silently before slamming the door behind me.
Showered and in fresh clothes,I throw myself down onto the sofa in a huff. Nora presses a mug into my hands.
My eyes fixate on her. I felt numb, not sure what direction my life was heading. I was so sure with Royce, he was my safe space, but now… Now, I was all alone.
“It’s okay to admit you’re sad. It was a shitty thing to do,” Nora says as she blows on her hot tea.
