Page 23 of Sparks Fly
Her cheeks turn a pretty pink and I find myself smirking at her.
“Go to sleep, we will rectify in the morning,” I say again.
I give her a solid nod and switch the light off before she can guilt me with those pretty eyes. Closing the door behind me, I drag my heavy legs towards the spare room and strip off. I can’t even be bothered to get my pyjama shorts out. Falling forward onto the bed in just my boxers, my body feels heavy, and I fall asleep thinking about the pretty red head in my bed, who is also my son’s ex-girlfriend.
Chapter Six
Anaïs
Rubbingthe grit from my eyes, I slowly sit up and look around the room. I need to get packed up and out of this apartment.
Reaching for my phone, I groan as I swipe up and click on Nora’s name.
“Hey sweet…”
I cut her off.
“Didn’t think to book me in another apartment?” I whisper shout down the phone and she falls silent for a moment.
“I’m lost.”
“Do you know whose apartment you put me in?” I hiss at her.
“The company’s.”
“Mr Lexington’s!” My voice is louder now.
“No, no, his is penthouse t…” She stumbles on her thought. “Oh fuck.”
“Yeah, oh fuck.” I face palm myself, my heart racing under my chest. “I need somewhere else to stay, like yesterday.” I push from the bed and start frantically throwing my clothes into my suitcase.
“I’m on it, I had no idea… I am so sorry.” There’s concern in her voice.
“It’s fine.” My tone is curt. It’s not fine. But it really isn’t her fault.
“Leave it with me,” she says softly before cutting me off.
Letting my phone slip out of my hand and into the duvet, I place my hands on my hips and let out a heavy sigh. I needed out and quickly.
I had a whole day planned with Rue, and I didn’t want to cancel on her but at the same time, I now had to sort this out. Shaking my head, my hand covers my lips and my mind whirs.
Walking out of the bedroom, I tiptoe over to the kitchen as I grab a glass of water.
“Morning.” His low voice startles me as he walks into the living room and I jump, dropping the glass to the floor. It smashes beneath my feet.
“Shit,” I hiss as I look at the mess.
“Don’t move.” He is close to me within seconds, bent down in front of me as he begins to pick up the bigger pieces.
“Sorry,” I whisper to the top of his head before his face turns up to look at me.
His green eyes captivate me as they connect with mine, the breath catching at the back of my throat. Blonde hair, waved and styled in a messy way, with a parting slightly to the side, frames his strong jaw line, high cheek bones, full lips. A layer of stubble covers it all.
He’s handsome. Really handsome.
I always thought that, even when I was with Royce, but before when he looked at me, my stomach didn’t flip over.
Royce was more like his mum. If I didn’t know, I would never have put Creed as his father.
