What was I made for ?..

We fill up our lungs with the cold air of the night

It was Wednesday. My flight to Australia leaving in just a few hours. The time I had here in Monaco went fast. Truthfully I only had a singular day to settle in, but I did. I made it home. The day after I had unpacked. I explored the city more, walking around the beautiful streets. Finding myself walk past my fathers home. Luckily he was away but I caught glimpse of susie and jack playing together. The sight brought so much warmth to me.

Before they had notice me a stranger stood at their gate, I proceeded to walk 'home.' On my way back into the apartment I noticed the door opposite slightly a jar. I knock hoping to meet my new neighbours but I am greeted by two men in overalls. They inform me that they are doing work on the place before a high end client moves in. I try to ask who but they shut down my questions, saying it was confidential.

It must've been someone important. Maybe Charles will know. I'll ask him when I land.

It's finally time to board the plane. I'm not flying private like I did before, which I don't mind. I liked the thought of having people around me. As I'm walking into the aircraft a stewardess escorts me to a private seat located at the front of the cabin.

It was a small box which was really fancy. It boasted a tv, champagne and endless snacks. It even had a chair which converted into a bed! Charles really did go all our booking my ticket. It's in moments like this where I feel so special to him. Yes, we've only just started getting to know each other, but you wouldn't do this for someone you didn't care about. I text him a quick thank you before we jet off.

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Australia

Touch down. I finally land down under. I felt really well rested considering how long the flight was. Security was a breeze, being Charles wife really did have its perks. Due to people recognising me I was escorted through. Once I had made it to arrivals. I couldn't see his familiar face. My husband wasn't here. I try to search around for a sign but nothing. Maybe he was running late. I tried to call him but it went straight to voice mail...

Lando...

I know I shouldn't ask, but I could try calling Lando. He might know where Charles is, or even a company to help arrange transport to the hotel.

I hover over his contact for a moment before calling. His answers almost immediately.

"Bella! Are you here?" He excitedly says down the phone.

"Yes, well sort of... I've just landed bur can't find Charles anywhere. Do you by any chance know where he is ?"

Lando knew exactly where Charles was, he told all the boys he had a date tonight. That he was taking her out to a nice restaurant for her first time in Australia. He automatically assumed he was talking about Mila as he knew she arrived today. Charles proved him wrong once again... He was with Alex.

"Yes, Ferrari had a late meeting today. Carlos is there too. Do you need a ride? I'm free and I'd hate to see you wait there until he's finished."

He didn't exactly lie to the girl. Carlos really was with Ferrari he was doing some testing for them at the track. But Charles... that's where he couldn't tell her the truth.

" I can get a cab I don't mind. I really wouldn't want to be a bother to you. Do you know any that I could call? My French phone is having a hard time adjusting to Australia." I say with a laugh.

"Bella, I'm coming to get you! I can't let you get into a taxi, in a country you don't know, after a long flight. It's a 30 minute ride. Grab a coffee or something to eat and I'll be with you soon."

He hangs up not giving me anytime to respond. Charles will be pleased to know I was safe thanks to Lando. Just as he instructed me too I found a little cafe and got my self a snack and hot chocolate as I waited for the Brit to arrive.

In less that 30 minutes, I seen the curly haired boy stood in front of me. His face looked perfect. He had a wide smile and blushed cheeks as I looked up to him.

I hug my friend Immediately thank him for his generosity once again. He took my luggage and guided me to his McLaren parked outside. He was a true gentleman he even opened the door of the car for me, not letting me waste energy I had left from the flight. I will envy the girl he falls for as he is perfect in everyday.

As per our new car ride tradition, we spent the whole journey singing along to one of his playlists, not having max to control the music. This was the first time me and lando had ever been alone in such a small space. I caught myself glancing at Brit. Watching how he swerved through the traffic with ease.

His curls hung perfect over his face. His blue eyes reflecting in the sun. The blush on his cheeks still there from earlier. I was no longer glancing but staring at the boy. He caught me as he diverted his eyes off the road and to the mirror. My face immediately grew red out of embarrassment. He caught me admiring him. I have a husband what must he think of me.

"Like what you see huh?" The Brit Saïd with a sarcastic tone.

"Ahah no, i was just lost in thought." I say shyly, still feeling the embarrassment.

"What was you thinking about?" He says looking at me one more.

God he is perfect. What am I doing ? I have a perfect husband waiting for me. I need to stop thinking like this.

"à quel point tu es parfait." I say honestly, hoping he doesn't understand my French.

"Hey no fair! Please again but in English." He looks shocked at my response.

"Ahah i was just thinking about how much fun this weekend is going to be." I lie disguising my real answer. I really was excited for this weekend. But not as I excited I was to be here right now with lando.

"I agree, it's going to be fun." The Brit agreed before resuming his singing.

I just laugh and look a head, joining in with him when the chorus hit. Soon enough we were at the hotel. Lando helped me check in and took my bags to my room. I noticed Charles belongings also here, meaning we were sharing. My heart fluttered at this thought. Lando placed two kisses on my cheeks, he really getting use to my French traditions, before leaving. Letting me rest and shower, as I had a long day. I texted him thank you, before going to sleep. Tomorrow was an even busier day.