Page 54 of Sparks Fly
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I mimic, watching as he slips into his room and closes the door behind him.
“Thanks for a wonderful evening,” I whisper into the room so only I hear.
Waking from a deep sleep,I stretch and yawn before slowly sitting up. The room is bright. Too bright. Reaching for myphone, one eye is still closed as I check my emails and notifications. Nothing out of the ordinary but I did notice an email about my attendance at a restaurant here in Monaco. I leave it as unread and make a mental note to check it out again once I am awake.
Clocking the time is just before ten, I sit bolt upright. I cannot remember the last time I slept in till ten.
Kicking my legs out of the duvet, I move into the bathroom, splashing my face before cleansing my skin and brushing my teeth. Scraping my hair off my face and tying it high, I moisturise. Padding back into my room, I grab my phone from the bed and walk out into the main part of the penthouse only to be met by three men and Creed sitting around the dining room table.
And here I am. His son’s ex-girlfriend.Standing in skimpy shorts and a cropped vest.
“I am so sorry,” I whisper, cheeks flaming red and I want the ground to swallow me hole.
Right now.
Sneaking back, my eyes glued to them and a big ass smile on my face, I close the door and only when I know I am locked away do I dive onto my bed and scream into a pillow.
He said nothing about having a meeting here, did he?
After my humiliation dies down, I scroll to find Nora’s name and click call.
“Who’s this,”
“Don’t be like that.” My tone is sharp, but I know she is grumpy.
“I’m not, I am just simply asking who this girl is on the end of my phone.”
“I’m sorry, okay, it’s just been a little…” I pause. There is no point even trying to fight myself out of this one.
“Fine, I am sorry for being such a shitty friend, okay.” I huff. “I know I have been crap, I have just been so consumed in my holiday and been completely selfish…” I pause again, waiting for something.
“Okay, cool.” I know she is smirking on the other end of the phone. “Apology accepted.”
“Thank you,” I mutter as I roll on my back.
“You’re welcome.” I hear the sound of a drawer shutting. “So, what’s new? How’s Monaco? Have you met any Monégasque men who have fallen head over heels in love with you?”
“No.” I sigh. “Sadly not, but?—”
“There’s a but?”
“Calm down, Nora. Please don’t get too excited.”
“Fine.”
“I saw Charles.”
“Did you?”
“Well, I saw his car.”
“His car?”
“Yes, he waved out of it.”
“So, you saw his hand and arm or just his hand.”
