Page 31 of Sparks Fly
We sit in silence as we eat the steak pasta I cooked, a few stolen glances every now and then, and I can sense how dangerous this could be if I allowed it. But I knew this was nothing more than what it was.
A double booking.
She loved Royce, and I knew deep down he still loved her too.
Sure, if she was nothing to do with my son, I would have her face down with her ass in the air by the time this evening draws in, but she is forbidden fruit. Even though she would be one of the tastiest fruits I would sink my teeth into, I knew I couldn’t go there.
Not even once.
She hopsoff the stool and cleans away both plates from our late lunch even though I insisted I would do it.
Walking into my bedroom, I quickly change into a smarter polo shirt and fresh jeans. Grabbing my wallet and keys, I pace back into the living room and see her curled up on the sofa with her laptop resting on her bent knees, phone in her hand as she scrolls through and edits her vlogs. A soft smile slips onto my lips.
“I am going out now,” I announce and I’m not sure why, she doesn’t care.
Her face turns towards me, eyes lifting over the sofa and she gives me a small smile.
No words are spoken.
Walking towards the door, I couldn’t seem to keep my mouth shut because I find myself turning around to face her. “If you finish early and fancy a drink, I’ll be on my yacht which you’re more than welcome to use.”
I sound like a pretentious asshole.
“Thanks,” she says nonchalant as her eyes drop back to her laptop.
I am annoyed at myself slightly for even offering it. No idea why, though.
Walking down the marina,I give Toby a nod as he stands by my yacht.
“He isn’t here yet, is he?” I ask as I fold my hands into my pocket and reach for my phone.
“No, Mr Lexington, just you.” He smiles at me as he steps aside as I climb onto my boat and sit down on the back, overlooking the quiet marina. A few of the guys I know give me a wave, or a bottle lift and I wave back.
I miss this. I miss the freedom.
It makes me realise how much I want to come to Monaco during breaks a little more. I have seen the world; I don’t need to see anything else. I want to spend the next few years just living my life, taking it slow, enjoying every day, that kind of thing.
Emily walks over, placing an iced bucket for the champagne next to me with two glasses. I give her a warm smile. Emily has worked for me for as long as I can remember. In her mid-fifties, she mothers me most of the time even though she is only ten or so years older than me. Her husband, Frank, works for me too, and honestly, they’re the best of the best.
“Can I have an old fashioned whilst I wait for Cowan, please?”
“Not a problem, Creed.” She gives me a smile and disappears into the yacht, and I am alone with my thoughts.
Placing my phone on the table, I eye it and debate messaging Royce. Kind of feel like I should let him know that she is here, not that we planned it, but she is here, in my apartment.
Doing what I know is the right thing, I swipe my phone from the surface and click his name, tapping it onto speaker as I hold it in front of my mouth.
“Hey.” His voice is raspy, tiredness coating it and I clock the time on myAudemars Piquet Chronograph,it’s just past seven. My brows pinch.
“I woke you?”
“Yeah, but it’s fine, needed to get up anyway.”
“Sorry.” I knit my brow before catching Emily walking towards me with my old fashioned. She gives me a soft nod and places it down in front of me.
“What you doing?” he asks through a yawn.
“Just on my yacht. I have a meeting with someone.”
