Page 4 of Sparks Fly
“Probably. I’m not sure if I really want to stay in England.” I look out at the dreary British summer and shake my head.
“Don’t blame you.”
“Where is Royce going to be for the next couple of races? I can’t think off the top of my head and I can’t be arsed to go into my phone emails.”
“Lazy,” she scoffs. “Belgium, Hungary, and Netherlands.”
“Okay, so scrap those off your list.”
“Done.”
Silence echoes around my large suite but mine and Nora’s eyes don’t lift from each other.
I know she is thinking something, her lips twitch ever so slightly when she is trying to either figure something out or think of a new plan of action.
“Go to Monaco.” She shrugs one of her shoulders up.
“Why would I go to Monaco? Royce goes out there every now and then…” I trail off.
“Exactly for that reason. He goes out there every now and then, he lives at home, likes his home comforts. You won’t bump into him, plus you know where he goesifhe was to fly over. Let’sbe honest, he only ever goes there for the Monaco weekend and the odd event.”
I sigh, looking back out the window at the soft rain that hits the windowpane and a whole city below my feet.
“And if, for whatever reason, he decides he is going to go over there, then I will deter him.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.” She crosses her finger over her heart before sliding her phone out of her pocket and tapping away on the screen.
Doubt settles into my mind, my stomach twisting. Just as I am about to tell Nora that this isn’t a good idea, I hear the ping from her phone followed by, “I have booked you a penthouse in Monaco.”
Shit.
“On the business account.”
Double shit.
“You leave tomorrow evening.”
I see her out and give her a kiss on the cheek before closing the door behind her and locking it. Spinning, I suck the air into my lungs as my back presses against the cool surface.
As if this was happening.
Forty-eight hours ago, I was wrapped up in my Royce Lexington love bubble.
Now, I am single and about to hop on a one-way trip to Monaco.
The fuck was I doing?
Scrambling forward, I move into my bedroom, swipe my phone from my bed, and tap in Nora’s number.
She answers on the first ring.
“Hello darling,”
“First—"
“Stop right there.” Her tone is sharp, and I snap my lips shut. “Do not even try and begin to talk yourself out of this trip. You had already planned to leave, I just…” She pauses for a moment as I hear the sound of a car door being closed before she spills her address to the taxi driver. “Gave you the encouraging kick up the ass you so desperately needed.”
