months ago, george and alexandra met at an event and got off to a rough start. the pair become neighbours, hating each other even more.
what happens when george sees a caring side to alexandra he's never seen before. will their mutual hatred return...
as i enter the yacht, cameras begin to flash my way. i pose for the photos, smiling at the camera before moving onto the main deck where the other models or famous people were.
i immediately regret my choice of dress, the cold air hitting my skin as soon as i was exposed to it. but i'm not going to let a little cold wind ruin my night. the dress was stunning, and i felt amazing in it.
(outfit below)
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i quickly scan my eyes across the deck, searching for someone i know, when i see francesca (kika) gomes doing the exact same thing.
(spanish)
"kika! you never said you were at the event (for apm monaco)" i say, approaching her.
"i forgot! but girl, you look gorgeous!" she says, hugging me.
"thank you! and so do you!" i say, smiling at her.
"thank you, up for a drink?" she asks, holding a shot to me.
"of course." i say, and we both take a shot of vodka.
"did you not come with pierre?" i ask.
"yes, he's with another driver. but they started talking race strategies and all sorts so i left."
"why would they talk about that here?" i ask.
"god knows." she replies.
once again, i begin to scan the deck to see who was at tonight's event, when i create eye contact with the one person i was hoping wouldn't be at the event tonight. george russell. my annoying neighbour. i clench my jaw, remembering our first interaction.
our hatred for each other began a few months ago, when we were both at a tommy hilfiger event.
"sure, models are great for standing still and looking pretty, but that's it. i mean seriously, alexandra thinks she's all that but really all she does is pose for a few photos once a month and walk down a runway. i could easily do it in my sleep."
"why are drivers like you so fucking arrogant! you strut around like you own the place, thinking your better then everyone all because you can call yourself a formula 1 driver? you don't care about any of the work from the countless people making that car, you just care about being able to make yourself sound good at parties so you can go home with a girl to fuck!"
yeah, that was definitely an opinionated nigh, and i was also a little drunk. but i stand by my word, he is arrogant and selfish. to make that whole situation worse, the week after our heated interaction he became my neighbour.
i talk with kika for a while more before she goes back to pierre, and one of my best friends comes over.
(english)
"alex you look gorgeous!" amara says, approaching me.
"have you seen yourself? but thank you." i reply, hugging her.
