Till you Remember Me

Chapter 8

The sun was coming through behind the curtains of the room. It was quiet, with not a single sound. Marcella was slowly waking up and moving around the bed. She felt a bit odd, and when she looked underneath the blanket, she realized she wasn't wearing anything. It was only her in the room. She saw a few Ferrari bags on the desk and her clothes on the floor. Marcella knew what had happened the night before in the room, and she knew who she was with, but the question was where was Charles. 

She grabbed her phone and noticed a bunch of messages from Francesca asking her where in the world she was and if she was okay. A few missed calls from her bestie had come through, with a few voicemails. 

Marcella was a bit disappointed. She woke up in the room by herself with no one. Did Charles want her for one night and then decide to skip? It didn't make sense, especially from what he had told her the night before "it" happened. Maybe he went out and had to do something. I mean, it was getting closer to race weekend. It was Thursday, and they probably needed him for meetings or interviews at the beginning of the season. 

Marcella grabbed her clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Hopefully, Charles wouldn't mind it and would be fine with her taking a quick bath before returning to her room. She texted Franz letting her know that everything was fine and that she would be in the room shortly. 

After taking her bath and putting on the same clothes, she decided to snoop around his room for a bit, it wouldn't harm anyone if she just looked and didn't touch. She noticed a letter on the desk next to the TV that was opened, she came close to the letter and only managed to catch the first part that read "Dear Charles... I'm sorry ". Her curiosity got the best of her and she approached to go and grab the letter when she heard the door opening, quickly backing away, she stood right in front of a man, Lorenzo, who looked right at Marcella standing inside Charle's room. 

"I'm sorry, I was just about to leave, I woke up a bit late. I'll be heading out now", Marcella grabbed her bag and phone and started walking out the door. As she went to take the handle, she looked back and saw Lorenzo taking the letter and putting it away in one of Charle's suitcases. She looked back, took a breath, and opened the door, as she was about to walk out, she heard Lorenzo speak to her. "He asked me to tell you he was sorry for leaving you here without notice. With the season starting tomorrow, he had to get to the circuit for a meeting with his team and engineers, and he didn't want to wake you up.", Lorenzo said looking at Marcella.  That meant he didn't forget about her, or saw her as a one-night stand. She didn't look back, because she didn't want his brother to see the smile she had on her face. 

Marcella opened the door to the room she was staying in with Francesca and saw her passed out in her bed. She must have had a wild night since she was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday, but it felt nice to know that Franz cared about her and even during her crazy night, she still reached out to ensure that everything was okay and that nothing had happened. 

 After settling back in her room, and taking a nice decent shower, Marcella laid in her bed and got her computer out, Francesca was still passed out and snoring. Whatever must have happened, she must have been very tired because it had been two hours since she had gotten back in her room, and she was still asleep. 

Scrolling through Netflix to find something to watch, she got a notification from her messages, it was from Charles. I'm sorry I wasn't there this morning, I sent Lorenzo to check on you and make sure you were okay and see if you needed anything. He told me that you walked out and didn't say anything. I just wanted to let you know that what I said last night I meant. I hope you don't think this is for a one-night thing. I like you, Marcella. I hope you allow me to show you that.  Yesterday was an amazing night, so please reply to me, and tell me you're not mad. She looked at the message and felt butterflies in her stomach. She felt happy to see that he still remembered and took the time out of his busy day to text her and make sure she didn't misunderstand the situation and think he was using her or something, which had crossed her mind.