Living the dream

3-New home

Charles had booked us first class for the flight to Monaco even though I insisted for him not to waste his money on me. This is the first time since my mum died that someone has gone out of their way to do something for me, I couldn't help but smile.

We had just landed in Nice as there was no airport in Monaco. We walked into the baggage claim and we were instantly surrounded by paparazzi and fans wanting photos. Without thinking I latched onto Charles' hand. He could tell I was anxious and allowed me to hold on. He dragged me through the airport until we had gotten into the car.

"You alright? I didn't expect there to be that many people." Charles questioned me with a concerned look on his face.

"Mhm." I mumbled, still a bit shaken up by the amount of people.

Charles started the car and drove off. The car ride was around 20 minutes. After a silent 5 minutes Charles broke the silence. "I know you like karting, but how about anything else?" He asked, trying to break the ice.

"Uhm I mean I like f1 a lot and I play football...sir." I stuttered not sure what to call Charles.

My eyes were focused on the road as Charles chuckled at the word sir. "Please don't call me sir, it makes me feel old Charles is fine. And football thats a fun sport, we can sign you up for a team." Charles said with some interest in the last few words.

All the sudden my phone starts ringing I look down to see my ex best friend calling. "Che cazzo! ?" I scoffed in Italian. (What the fuck! Where are you going, idiot?)

I declined the call and looked over to see Charles laughing. "What?" I asked confused.

"How do you know Italian?" Charles asked, still a little surprised.

I took a deep breath struggling to find the words "Well my mum taught me a I was younger before you know... she past. But I don't know how to speak a lot just the bad words, I understand a lot thought." I say giving him a small smile.

Trying to lighten the mood Charles stated "Well unlucky for you because I speak Italian and what have I told you about swearing." Charles laughed as I groaned at the fact he also spoke Italian.

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I open the car door and take in the scenery around me. Wow, Monaco truly is beautiful. Charles lives pretty close to the sea and I can see all the yachts at the dock. I pick up one of my bags with my free arm and Charles takes the other.

I follow behind Charles as we enter the apartment. We get inside an elevator, this apartment looks old but beautiful. It has a vintage look. Charles clicks the button to the top floor, floor 10. We get out and Charles opens a door which is directly in front of us. No way he must have the whole floor to himself.

The door opens and my jaw drops. "No fucking way!" I mumbled at the site in front of me. The apartment looked modern unlike the outside of the building.

There is a place to put your jackets and shoes and then to your left is the kitchen and living room. To the right is where I'm guessing some of the rooms are. There is a grand piano placed in the corner. There is also a staircase leading upstairs.

"Come, I'll show you where your room is." He said, giving me a warm smile.

I followed him as he went up the stairs and turned left down the corridor. He opened the door to a room and I was in shock.

The room was a normal size with a big fluffy double bed in the far right corner. There was a big vanity desk with a mirror and a chair to the left of the bed. On the wall closest to me there was a big wardrobe to put all my clothes and a sofa placed at the end of my bed with a coffee table.