Moving down the hallway, I knock softly on the door, and Nora pulls me into her embrace.
“You okay?” she asks me, dragging me inside and closing the outside world out.
“Yeah, I just feel stupid.”
She shakes her head, leading me into the lounge area. “Don’t feel stupid.” She sighs “I should have seen this coming,” she mutters as she lowers herself into the armchair.
I sit on the edge of the sofa. My brows furrow, tilting my head slightly to look at her. “Why?” Confusion laces her face.
“He asked me earlier to book you your own room…”
Nausea swims in my stomach. “What?” My voice is a whisper.
“But he made it sound more like it’s because he was worried. He was saying he would break the contract.”
I scoff a laugh, shaking my head in disbelief. “I’m done.” I hold my hands up, pushing from the sofa as I begin pacing the floor.
My fingers are pressed against my lips, my blood rushing with rage. My anger was simmering. Why was I so annoyed at him?
Because you caught feelings,my subconscious niggles at me.
“Don’t react.” Nora’s voice is calm, her fingers dancing over her phone.
“I’m angry,” I hiss, turning to look at her.
“I know… he is just being an idiot. I’ll get this cleared up.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want it to be cleared up. I want out.” My voice trembles. “I don’t want to be part of this anymore.” My voice cracks just as my phone begins pinging in my hand.
Hot F1 Driver, AKA Fake Boyf
Cowan?! WTF..
I roll my eyes.
Hot F1 Driver, AKA Fake Boyf
I swear, if those photos are real.
“Is that Royce?” Nora asks me, eyes burning into mine.
I angrily type back.
Me
What if they are? We’re not together… remember.
“Yup.” I toss my phone on the sofa as I tug my hair from its hairband and run my fingers through the roots.
“I’ll deal with him. Crash here for the night. I’m not asking you to go back to the original plan, but don’t fuck up your opportunity for your career because of a guy.”
I roll my lips. My phone beeps and I know I should ignore it, but I flashes with his name. It goes again. Diving my hand across, I pick it up and inhale heavily as I read his message.
Hot F1 Driver, AKA Fake Boyf
I did what was best for both of us. I can’t stand being this close to you without touching you, kissing you… fuck, baby… it’s too damn hard. I’m scared, Athena. Scared of these new feelings that are peeking through the darkest, deepest, crevices of my heart.
HoT F1 Driver, AKA Fake Boyf
