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4.

I woke up next to Lando the next day. Maybe I had a little too many Rum and Coke's.

I didn't remember much, only that it was some damn good sex.

And Lando, damn, he was incredibly handsome and so damn good.
In everything.

I looked next to me, Lando was still asleep, his curls were a mess and he had one arm wrapped around me.

We were both naked, which wasn't really surprising since we didn't spend much time on talking last night.

I slowly took his arm off me, which caused him to groan a little and turn around.

I got up, picked my clothes off the floor and quickly put them on as I was walking out of his bedroom.

I didn't even have a chance to look around his apartment last night.

We pretty much barged in while kissing, took each other's clothes off while making our way to the bedroom.

That's all I saw from his apartment last night.

His front door, his hallway and his bedroom.

I walked to his kitchen, opened his fridge because I was actually starving. He wouldn't mind if I made myself breakfast.

The only things in his fridge were bottles of alcohol, milk, yoghurt and eggs.

I sighed. That meant he didn't eat the eggs and yoghurt from the other day, and judging by the empty bottle of vodka, that was the only thing he drank.

That's why he went to the store, not to buy food.

This guy had a serious alcohol problem.

Not something I wanted to deal with.

I walked out of his kitchen to the dinning room. The only thing in there was a big table and a wall with shelves full of helmets.

He was definitely into racing.

I walked further to the living room, it was a pretty clean one. A couch, tv, couple of paintings of cars, nothing too special.

Except for one picture on his shelf. A picture of him and a girl, probably his girlfriend because they sure seemed close.

I had sex with him while he had a girlfriend.

Definitely not what I wanted.

This guy was a the definition of a red flag. Cheated on his girlfriend, had a drinking problem, spend his nights in clubs.

"Morning" he mumbled as he walked in the living room, he saw me looking at the picture but didn't say a thing about it.

"Good morning, I think I'm going t-" I wanted to say but he was already walking to the kitchen, brushed his hand through his hair in the meantime.

Fuck he was an absolute fuckboy.

He grabbed himself a glass of water as I followed him in the kitchen. "Look, Riley" he said as he turned to me, leaned against the kitchen counter.

He was shirtless, was only wearing grey sweatpants, as if he knew how good it looked on him.

Pretty damn good.

"I am not interested in a relationship right now and probably not any time soon, so if you want that, then I'm sorry" he tilted his head a little.

He wasn't sorry. If he was, he wouldn't brought me home last night.

"But if you wanna have fun with no strings attached" he shrugged. "then I am your guy"

"And what exactly do you have to offer me?" I asked as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "Besides yoghurt and eggs?"

He chuckled at that. "A fun time while you're being in Monaco?"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Ah you saw the picture" he shook his head. "No, I don't, but I'm not over that girl"

So that's why he wasn't ready for a relationship. Which was fair because I wasn't over my ex either.

I looked at him, it sure sounded like a good time and I didn't want a relationship either.

He smirked a little. "So what do you say Riley?"