Page 30 of Sparks Fly
I couldn’t hide from him for the entirety of his trip… could I?
Peeling my clothes from my body, I walk into the bathroom that is connected to my room and turn the shower on. Waiting for the water to warm, I step under it and let the water cascade down my skin.
SingingTaylor Swift – I Can Do It With A Broken Heartwhilst I lather my skin with suds, I slip back under the shower head and rinse myself off, my voice getting a little louder as I continue to sing. My eyes close as I let the water rain down on me and just for a moment, my worries slip away.
Chapter Seven
Creed
I plate up my food,placing a spare plate for Anaïs into the oven and cover mine with foil before leaving it on the side. I’m kind of over the hunger now. Cleaning up after myself, my eyes drift towards her door. I want to knock to make sure she is okay but I know my place. We don’t know each other well, aside from the odd few greetings and hang outs, but she was always stuck to Royce’s side. I’m still not convinced they’ll stay apart. She was good for him, but hey, what do I know? I’m a forty-six-year-old divorced man. I couldn’t make my marriage work and after I gave every fibre of my soul to her, she broke me into a million pieces. I heard about the women that wreck you so good you can never move on, and honestly, I never believed it could happen to me, but here I am. Living proof that love wrecks you. And not in a good way.
I fear that the people who say otherwise are liars.
I vowed to never fall again. I fuck around, keep a few booty calls… but that’s all they’ll ever be. I have too much riding on my team, too much riding on my name. This world is flippant and ruthless, one wrong move or one bad season and you’re out on your ass. Sure, I own Saint Onyx, but we also have shareholders and boards. They can vote me out in an instant.
Swallowing down the thickness, I shake the thoughts from my head. Glancing at her room again, I sigh and move forwards. I needed to freshen up before I meet a potential new driver tonight. I promised myself I would come to Monaco for a break but once I knew that Cowan Pierce was out of contract, I had to set up a meeting. Rumours are he is the next Max, but we will see. Max is one of a kind. I’m not quite sure if anyone will be as good as him.
Stepping towards the Jack and Jill bathroom, I reach for the handle and twist it, pushing into the room and freeze when I see Anaïs in the shower. Eyes on me. Naked. Wet.
My legs are heavy, and I know I shouldn’t still be standing there but I can’t move. My eyes are glued to her and when I see her move, I snap out of it.
“Shit.” I dart my eyes to the floor, my fingers tightening around the door handle.
“Get out!” she screams.
I step back, slamming the door behind me, my heart drumming in my chest. Only when I know she is out of sight do I open my eyes but the image of her body is burned into my corneas.
Fuck.
Turning on my heel, I march towards my room and slam the door behind me. As much as my brain is screaming at me that this is so wrong, my cock is throbbing in my boxers, and I need to jerk off. Wrong or not. It needs to happen.
I haveno idea how long I have been in my room, but after a wank or two, I know I need to face her. I had gone over what I would say in my head. It was a mistake. I didn’t see anything.Lies. And I am very sorry I walked in on her. In the shower. Naked. Wet. So wet. Silky skin, curvy hips, full tits… fuck.Shaking my head, I scrub my face and inhale deeply. I need out of here. I need to eat the food I cooked and then go and meet Cowan.
Jerking off over my son’s ex-girlfriend was not in my plans today.
I am a sick man.
Inhaling heavily, I tug on my bedroom door and move into the open plan kitchen to see her scrolling on her phone, sitting at the breakfast bar. My stomach knots and I pull my bottom lip behind my teeth. She side eyes me as my feet drift across the floor, her apples blush a pretty pink and my skin burns. She looks mad. Rightly so.
“Anaïs…” My voice is thick like gravel, and her eyes bounce to mine.
“Don’t.” Her voice is quiet.
“I didn’t see anything.” I hold my hands up and she narrows her gaze to mine. “I promise.” I whisper before swearing my finger over my heart in a cross.
You’re going to hell.
She drops her head and goes back to scrolling.
“Are you hungry yet?” I ask as I retrieve my own plate, uncovering it and grabbing a knife and fork. I lean across the breakfast bar and twist a forkful of creamy pasta. Maybe I shouldn’t have let this sit for as long as I did but I had more… pressing… matters to attend too.
“A little, but I’ll order in.” She shrugs a shoulder up and I watch her intently. She has a white vest top on, frilly. I think it’s same set I saw her sleeping in.
“I made you a plate.” I nod, finishing my mouthful and placing my cutlery down on the side as I spin and collect her plate from the oven. A small smile causes the corner of my mouth to twitch because it’s still warm.
I place it in front of her, and her wide eyes settle on mine.The air crackles ever so slightly between us and I lose myself in the calmness of her ocean blues. They’re pretty and glisten like the sun does off the sea in the summer.
“Thank you.” Her voice is quiet as I place it down in front of her before breaking my gaze from her and reaching for clean cutlery.
