Grace's POV.
The sunlight beams straight into the room, the position of the sun indicates it is very early morning. Then it dawns on me, I'm not in my room. I'm above the New York City skyline. In a penthouse?!
WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?!
A person behind me starts to stir. Shit. I turn to look at him and thank god that he is asleep. I don't even remember his name. Wait... my head hurts and I wince at the pain caused by excessive consumption of alcohol last night as I try remember. His name is.....isss....Mark? No. Malik? No. Marty? No. Matteo! His name is Matteo. Anyway, that doesn't matter because by the time he wakes up I will be far far away. I need to call Harriet. My excitement begins to tickle my tummy and I start getting up to leave.
I stand up, only to realise that I am completely nude. Oh Jesus. I pick my way quietly through the room to gather my discarded items of clothing and every so often experience a mini heart attack as Matteo stirs, but he goes right back to sleep. I hurry up and dress myself, grabbing my purse from the nightstand and making my escape through to the door.
I head through the living room and past the kitchen which I vaguely remember. I don't search too hard for the memory because my head is pounding! I reach the elevator and press the down button and pray that the elevators noise won't wake Matteo up.
I make it out of the building and onto the busy streets of New York. When people refer to New York as a city that never sleeps they are telling the truth. People always have somewhere to be, no matter the time, I guess that right now I am one of those people. I take one last look at the building before dialling Harriet on my cell. It is 5:30am, no wonder she doesn't answer. I've walked a couple blocks away from the building, I fear that he might look for me but really, it was just a one night stand, he will never come running after me. It was just sex! Well... ok, not just sex but Fucking Mind-blowing sex!!!
I flag down a cab and jump in, telling the driver my address.
It is Sunday today. I have school tomorrow, starting at 6;30am. Crazy right?! It should be illegal to start school that early. I am a professional ballet dancer in training. I attend the Joffrey Ballet school, and currently we are learning the routines for Swan Lake. I have the main role and I am honestly so excited. In 3 months I will be on tour performing!! I go to the studio for 6:30am so that I have time to warm up and practice before the other dancers arrive at 8am, sometimes my dance partner Romero joins me. Sleep is my third favourite thing on this planet and right now my list of priorities is...
1. Ballet
2.Food (especially pizza!)
3. Sleep
The taxi pulls up outside my apartment building and I pay him and say thanks. I head inside.
The old apartment block that I live in is modern yet rustic, I rent my apartment with Harriet. My school owns private housing which I rented out before I met Harriet and we decided to move in together to save money plus I didn't like the girl I was sharing a room with in my halls. So here i am living with my best friend.
Javier's sneakers are laid/abandoned by the door, near the shoe rack and I'm guessing items of Harriet and Javier's clothing are the mess that is strewn across the floor, heading generally in the direction of Harriet's room.
I place my purse and keys on the counter and dance around the island, I feel amazing, maybe it's because I am free from my Ex or maybe it is because I had the best sex of my life last night... Who knows! But I feel light, happy, almost high! Crazy huh?!
It is almost 8, the cab journey from the east to the west side took an eternity and cost my entire wages for a month. I can't be upset though, it was worth it for the best sex of my life! Maybe I shouldn't say that in my head too much, what if I say that aloud???
Because it is almost breakfast time (usually 8:30) I decide to make myself some oats and blueberries. My favourite! I am a ballet dancer that loves junk food, honestly, gimme pizza, fried chicken, fries, you name it I'll love it but that isn't healthy and doesn't go well with my dream for becoming a professional ballet dancer so I've decided to compromise.
Monday - ballet diet
Tuesday - ballet diet
Wednesday - ballet diet
Thursday - ballet diet
Friday - ballet diet until 8:00pm when I get one junk meal.
Saturday- ballet diet all day until after dinner when I get ice cream and a movie.
Sunday- ballet diet (boring!)
Matteo's POV .
The sun is now becoming really fucking annoying, why didn't i close the curtains? Oh right... I was occupied. I roll to my left only to find a slight impression of a body left in my mattress. Where is Grace? I sit up straight and look at the floor. Only my clothes are scattered around. No purse. No dress. No heels.
FUCK.
She left.
WTF! I haven't been left like this before! It is always me that wakes up and leaves without a trace other than cab money on the 'lucky girl's' side of the bed. If I didn't leave early then that shit would get messy. I had the best sex in my entire fucking life and that is saying something! I've experienced sex that many times it is just like making toast. Easy, simple, used to satisfy the hunger. Sex with Grace was like having dinner at THE best restaurant in the city! And now she left....
Fucking hell Matteo, she was just a one-night stand! Get over yourself! The voice in my head is ten times more annoying in situations like this but whatever, its.... 12:00pm IN THE AFTERNOON? I slept that long? Fucking hell. My brothers from other mothers are going to think I've died.
AUTHORS NOTE
I am not happy with this chapter, it is slightly rushed and has not been proof read. I apologise.
Thanks for reading anyway! I promise it'll be more exciting soon...
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