Arthur

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I used my key to unlock my door and I see Katerina passed out on her bed. I put my purse down the go to the bathroom to get ready for bed. When I get a call from Arthur.

"Hey" I say answering.
"Nadia, sorry I called you so late I just wanted to see if you were okay" he says immediately.
"Oh it's fine I just got to the hotel" I say forgetting
that's I forgot to text him back.
"I don't know if you saw but I text you, it's my last day here" he says as I lay down in my bed.
"I'm sorry, I was with Charles today,we texted before I saw your text" I say more quietly as Katerina is asleep on the next bed.
"Oh yeah, it's okay, maybe we can see each other soon though" he says more quietly too.
"This next summer I'm coming to Monaco, and I-" I start to say but choose to not say anything about the Vogue blog.
"You what" he says bringing it up again.
"Just I had so much fun this weekend I'm excited for the next time I see you guys" I say truthfully but covering up my other words.
"Yeah, maybe if you find time for the last race of the season you can come out to Abu Dhabi" Arthur suggests.
"Maybe I'll see" I say.
"Okay well I guess I will talk to you later so you can get some sleep" Arthur chuckles.
I smile, "I'll text you tomorrow, bye Arthur"
"Bye Nadia" he says and with that we hang up. I stare out the window. I'm rethinking everything. Me and Arthur got very intimate this weekend, and even after all kisses and all the times we hung out, all Charles had to do was put me on a motorcycle and I forgot all about Arthur.

But every time, Charles isn't there, Arthur is. What if that's fate or something.

I look over at Katerina. Love is so easy for her, everyone loves her and immediately would do anything for her. I wish, wish that was me. I mean even I would do anything for her. I just can't think anybody would be willing to give that to me. And even though Pierre and Katerina have been "together" for like a day, I still find their relationship an inspiration. I want something like that. But will I ever have it?

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