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...
i wake up to my daily alarm, the noise still as annoying as ever. i groan and turn it off before sitting up and taking in my surroundings. i don't remember getting into bed last night.
then again, i was exhausted yesterday so maybe i was just half asleep? either way, i was awake now and it was a new day. i climb out of bed and opening my blinds for some more natural light before heading into my bathroom to do some skincare and refresh myself for the day ahead.
20 minutes later, i head into my living room and open archie's cage and play with him for a little while before taking him out onto the balcony garden. i sit down on one of the sun chairs and look over the horizon, god it was gorgeous.
"good morning." a british voice says not too far away.
i turn to see george stood shirtless against his doorway again. oh my god. his abs. they are so defined it's crazy.
"do you always go into your garden with no shirt mr russell?" i say.
"depends, are you impressed?" he replies, walking over.
"what, like i've never seen abs."
"your a terrible liar." he says, laughing.
"no im not!"
"okay fine, your incredibly easy to read."
"shut up." i say, playfully rolling my eyes.
"i hope you don't mind that i put you in bed last night." he says.
"no, thank you for that. it was far more comfortable." i say, giving him a smile with my dimples showing.
"don't worry about it. and i was planning to leave in an hour and a half?"
"ah yes, i'm getting your taxi!"
"only if you come with me." he says with a grin on his face.
"deal, i'll see you in an hour and a half." i say whilst taking archie back inside. before shutting the door, i say goodbye to george who was still stood outside.
i feed archie, before making myself some avocado toast which i eat whilst listening to some music. once i was finished eating, i clean up and begin to get ready.
whilst getting ready, i talk to sophia my sister on the phone. we talk for about half an hour, which during i was straightening my hair. we end the phone just before i start my makeup because she had tennis practice.
i finish my makeup in 20 minutes before finally getting changed into my outfit and styling with some simple jewellery and a pair of sunglasses.
(outfit below)
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i finally pick a bag, and i was ready. and just in time, it had already been an hour and a half! to be fair, i did eat my breakfast quite slowly.
i say goodbye to archie and make sure every window and door was locked before leaving my apartment and heading next door to george's.
within seconds after knocking on the door, george opens it who was also ready. he looks down and a smile appears on his face.
"alexandra, you look... good." he says, blushing slightly. no fucking way, russell? blushing? i must be imagining this.
"thank you russell, you look... good too." i reply, smiling at him, dimples showing.
"a-are you ready to go?" he says hesitantly.
"yes, the taxi is downstairs waiting. i just didn't know what address to give."
"yeah, i have it." he says as we walk into the apartment.
"how's archie?" he asks.
"you saw him last night george." i say, laughing a little.
"i know, but he's cute." he says, and i playfully roll my eyes.
"no he's good, thank you again for walking him."
"anytime."
"tonight?" i say as a joke.
"tonight im taking you for that drink." he replies.
"what happened to discussing it?"
"my apologies, 7 or 8?"
"7, and as long as it's only one drink." i say.
"one drink? darling, we're in monaco and it's a race weekend."
"give me something to celebrate, then maybe i'll raise it to two." i say, raising my eyebrows at him.
"i stand by my word, you should really consider being a comedian."
"why, because it's harder then being a model?" i say.
"no." he says, his face turning pinker.
"everything that happened is in the past now, we've moved past it now." i say, gently placing my hand on his.
"thank you, i won't mess it up again." he says, smiling at me.
"i know."
"so how about we go to three drinks?" he says, smirking.
"we will see tonight, but seriously alcohol doesn't go down well with me." i say, not even wanting to think about what happens.
"what do you mean?"
"you don't want to know." i say as the car pulls to a stop.
we both get out of the car, and walk to the same boat as yesterday. the same as yesterday, george gets on first before helping me on.
i sit down beside him and a few minutes later it begins to move. george's arm sneaks around my shoulders.
"which of your parents are canadian?" he asks out of nowhere.
"what?" i say, laughing at the out of nowhere question.
"well your half spanish, and half canadian."
"i am... erm my mom is canadian, dad is spanish." i say.
"im guessing that you look like your mum, but sound like your father?"
"yes, exactly. are you sure you aren't spying on me russell?" i say as a joke.
"maybe.. no you just sound spanish and don't look spanish."
"thanks." i say sarcastically.
"i-i don't mean it like that, i just... you look pretty." he says nervously.
"really?" i say, smiling dimples showing.
"y-yeah." he says, smiling as well. his smile is so angelic, i could get addicted to it.
"but i know i don't look spanish." i say, winking at him as the yacht comes to a stop near the paddock.
"your setting me up for failure martinez!" he says laughing.
