THREE - Daniel Ricciardo

Chapter 26 - Mr Big

AMY

Leaving all my belongings behind at Daniel's home, I asked the taxi driver to take me to Nice, where I could catch the next flight to London and head home. Luckily, my passport was squirreled away inside my purse, making for an easy escape. My mind kept wandering as we drove away from the beautiful coastline; images of Daniel with his arm around Heidi filled my head, the images of red lipstick smeared across his broad neck. The same red lipstick which had been worn by Heidi; Dior Rouge Forever.

I closed my eyes tightly shut and clenched my fists together in my lap as the lights from each street lamp glowed inside the vehicle, one after another, creating a strobe like effect. All I could see and hear were Daniel's words, his empty promises and his false behaviour. 

"I promise, she's in safe hands."

The words in which he had informed Rachel of before she left Barcelona. The promise now broken and shattered on the ground, unable to fix, unable to glue back together and unable forget a time where this hadn't of happened. I should never have allowed him back in, to know what keeps me awake at night, to understand how my mind tick, tick, ticks along. I should have never opened up to him, lay beside him at night, slept with him. The twinge in my stomach made me feel nauseated as the regret swirled around my head, pounding behind my eyes. 

But I did let him in. I let him in because he felt safe. For once, in many years, I felt as if someone had made me comfortable whilst also extracting the best from me. He showed how much he cared for me in ways nobody has ever done before, he fucked me like nobody has ever done before. 

"No," Daniel whispered and pulled me down so I was lay closer to him. My hips now working overtime as I used my muscles to ride him from a different angle, "say my name."

"Ma'am, we are here." 

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"You got back alright?" I held my phone up to my ear as the taxi driver pulled up outside my London home in Notting Hill. As soon as the plane had landed back in Heathrow, Michael's name appeared on my screen, texting me to ask if I had actually fled the scene or just headed to the nearest hotel or bar. The night rolled through the streets of London, the chill in the air sank into the skin, penetrating your core and raising small hairs.

"I've just pulled up outside my home. Thank you for checking up on me, Michael." I whispered down the phone as I paid the fee for the taxi.

"Anytime. You know I'm always here for you." Michael muttered as I climbed out of the vehicle.

"I appreciate it. I really do." I smacked my hand on the cars exterior two times to signal to the driver that he could pull away. "I just had to leave."

"I understand. We all understand." Then I remembered how much of a scene I had made outside the bar. How the others stood there and watched as I yelled at Daniel. His face looking like a lost puppy, his shirt popped open at the top and hair a mess. The creator of this look being Heidi's hands. "I called to tell you something."

I opened the small gate which fenced off the steps leading to the front door before approaching the large piece of solid oak wood.

"More good news?" I lightly chuckled. I didn't want this black cloud to loom over my friendship with the other Australian. If anything, I wanted to be friends with him more than ever now, a way to spite Daniel.

"I'm only telling you this, because I think you have the right to know." Michael started and I stopped myself before knocking on the door. I had left my keys in Monaco.