Away we go

14- Monaco

I stand frozen in place, staring - gawking without apology at the beauty in front of me. My mouth opens and closes on its own accord.

Next to me, Carlos is grinning, hands shoved in his pockets, as he studies my comical expressions.

"A Porsche! You managed to get us a Porsche."

A soft chuckle. "Well its a vintage Porsche and you are oddly excited for someone who hates cars," he teases.

I try to hit him in the stomach with my clutch but he grunts without the impact as he catches my arm and takes the bag from my hand. He flings it in his other arm and intertwine our fingers in his free hand.

The interior of the car is equally elegant and I just realize that I might fall in love with a car.

Carlos takes a turn onto Mapian Avenue  and look over at me while I rummage through my purse for my lip gloss. "You're serious about your friend being a fan?"

"Mhmm, positive. She is a monagique for crying out loud."

He contemplates for a minute or so.

I giggle pinching his cheeks until he bats me away.

HOPE HAS GONE ALL CRAZY with this wedding party.

"Let's go," Carlos says holding out his hand and we move to where the music is playing loudly on the beach.

When I spot Hope she's leaning over the counter behind which a bartender is serving drinks. I know from the mischievous look on her face that I don't want to hear whatever she has to say.

As we get close, her eyes move to Carlos. "Since you're planning on stealing my thunder on my own wedding, can I have the passes for the remaining races."

My eyes widen as far as they can go.

"Sure, but the thunder stealing is an innocent fault so I might need to borrow your friend every now and then for ....purposes." Carlos says, casually.

She holds up a peace sign. "You get the sex. I get the race and thunder."

I groan, loud enough for both of them to hear and give me some attention. With that Hope takes my arm and we dance till our feet hurts and cheeks are red.

Hope's pre-wedding party, as promised and previously planned, was a banger. It lasted three days, with friends and the family arrived the venue only the night before the ceremony.

We were accordingly asked to party hard last night before we have to call quits on all fun and games.

But the problem is that I already danced so much for the last two days that I was now not even able to walk properly without hanging on to Carlos' arms.

So I sit my ass down on the counter and drink the pain away, while watching my best friend dance in her fiancé's arms.

Carlos comes after a few minutes. The guy didn't get a second alone.

When he is with me, people are respectfully away. But the second he leaves my side, he is asked by everyone to sign their outfits and hurled questions about F1 and Netflix and his future plans.

A hot kiss that Carlos place on my neck , brings my attention back to him.

"Miss me?" He mumbles beneath my ear.

With his body positioned between my leg and him kissing me, applying enough pressure to have me squirm, I am stripped of every coherent thought in my head.

The second I try to formulate a response, his fingers journeys from my bare stomach to my open back, where he starts tracing patterns. Every inch of my skin feels like its buzzing.