Betting On Love ✯ George Russell

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♪ Novocaine and goodbye
Numb my brain, tell me why
Tattoos hurt less than what you put me through ♪

Melanie Albon POV

He said it. He finally did. And I thought I would feel different about it. But I guess I didn't think it through. I thought I would be relieved to end this once and for all. But I can't do that, not today.

Today is an important day, and I am not going to ruin it for him. But I knew this needed to end sooner or later. I couldn't keep this up. This has me feeling somehow guilty because he can stop being a douche if he likes someone, apparently.

So the moment I entered the party, I saw Nina coming in my direction and she had the biggest smile on her face.

"What?" I ask confusedly.

"That hug seemed very couply; people are gonna be all over it," she has this hint of accusation in her voice, and I laugh.

"I was going to tell it was over but I'm glad you got here first," I tell her as I head for the bar.

"The bet? Are you finally going to admit it?" She was so excited, but I shook my head.

"Yeah, the bet. I don't need to admit shit. He told me he loved me, I won. I will end it in Abu Dhabi, and I can go on my long-awaited vacation at Christmas, while you can delete that video," I inform her, and I see her smile drop. I think she went pale in that second.

"Mel, listen to me. You can't do this. This is not right," she warns me seriously and I chuckle.

"Nina, it's going to be fine, his ego can take the tumble, especially after this win," I try to reassure her but I'm not even sure if I believe it.

"Melanie, listen to me carefully. You. Can't. Do. This. This a big mistake; there is no coming back from it; things will not just be fine. If you feel it, say it. I will delete that video right now if you do it. I don't care for the vacation; you can go on it. But you love him. I know you do; you can't fool me," I've never seen her this serious. Ever.

"You need to calm down, everything's fine. He just said it on impulse."

Am I lying to her or to myself? But I didn't care. I just drank my thoughts away while the British man who caused all of this was by my side all night like I was the fucking trophy, he didn't seem to care about anyone or anything else.

"You want to go to the hotel?" He screams through the loud music, and I nod.

"Please," I tell him as I look at the exit.

"Wait here, I will ask the cab to come to the entrance. You are not walking to the main street," he informs me before running out of the club.

"That was unnecessary," I comment as he comes back and chuckles.

"It wasn't, that was a big walk. Let's go," he just waved everyone goodbye before leading me to the cab.

I don't even remember how I got to the hotel room because I fell asleep in the cab, but I do know I woke up in George's arms as he slept peacefully. Little does he know this is about to take a huge fucking turn.

So, as Abu Dhabi got closer, I got further away as I locked myself in my own little world, and I did what I always did in stressful situations where I was about to lose control.

I edited pictures, I locked myself in my room and I avoided everyone who could've kept me sane. I didn't want advice. I wanted out. I wanted some peace. And maybe that was my mistake.

As the weekend approached, I got more determined to end it. But I also got more anxious. How would he react? Did he really love me? Or did he love the idea of me? He knew too much of me to fall in love. I am not lovable. I am not the type of person who is in a happy and committed relationship. This is not me.

"Don't do it," Lily says as I was exiting the Williams motorhome.

"What?" I ask confusedly.

"Don't let your pride and trust issues destroy what you and George built. That's not a joke; that isn't a bet. You love him, and he loves you; don't do it," she pleads. I am surprised because she doesn't normally interfere with this stuff; she never did.

"It's not about pride. I don't feel the same and I need to be honest about it, Lily. This needs to end," I tried telling her but she just shook her head.

"That's not true Mel, I've been around you two way too much, that is not a fucking lie. No way."

"I need to go," I say as I head out before she had a chance to say anything. I don't need people to claim to know more about myself than I do.

"He is in his room, we are done for the day," Lewis informs as he was heading downstairs from their rooms' floor.

"Thank you. See you tomorrow, Lewis, " I said, then went up and knocked on his door.

"Hey! We can leave already," he tells me as his smile widens.

"Can we talk?" And those words were enough to destroy it.

Do you know what is messed up about this? He never did anything wrong, and I wish he had.

"What happened?" He saw it in my face and his smile wiped away.

"This needs to end," I tell him and he takes a step back, he is completely confused as the words leave my mouth.

"What do you mean?" He wants me to make it clearer.

"Us. It needs to end."

"Why?" It's all he asks.

"It was all a bet, it was something that happened with Nina, and I let it go too far. I'm sorry, I can't do this. You know me," I explain and I see him gulp as he took another step back.

"I don't need you to say it back and you don't need to run away if you don't want to admit it," he tells me, he still didn't seem to have rationalized what I've said.

"It was a bet," I repeat.

"Tell me it meant nothing then. That you just played me like a fucking toy," he orders and I stop for a second.

He should've told me to leave already. This shouldn't be going like this.

"At least look me in the eyes as you do it. I ignored every warning sign, but I can't ignore this when it's being said to my face," he tells me as I open my mouth, my eyes focused on the tile of his room.

"It meant nothing," I say as my eyes lock on his.

"I should've known better. But I guess I didn't. Before it gets to you, I made a stupid bet with Lance, but I canceled it a few weeks ago; I knew I was going to lose anyway. I hope the prize was good," he informs me before he heads out of the room.

And he left me there. And I did what I knew best. I turned my back and left. I don't intend on coming back soon this time.