CHAPTER 1
5:03pm... 5:03pm? Great, too late. Again.
I grab my laptop bag, running out of my office, my colleagues just watch me. Bella is too late? Nothing new. I shout a loud 'salut, cheries' to everyone just to get a chorus of goodbyes back.
I rush out of the building and jump onto my bike. You think it's a bicycle? Try a 2014 YZF-R1 Yamaha. Racing home, I'm so happy that we're taking Michael's car, it would be such a hustle to ride my bike with the big bags. Before I know it I'm off the bike and in the apartment building.
I unlock the door to hear moaning. I roll my eyes, he's watching porn again. Surprised? No, not really.
I throw my keys in the bowl and start stripping out of my clothes, maybe he's in the mood and I can get a quickie before we have to leave. We haven't had sex in way too long.
I open the bedroom door and scream. Out of humiliation, shock or disgust? I'm not quite sure yet, but I suppose you could say it's all three.
"Mikey, what the fudge is she doing here?" a nasally voice asks above him, Tyler the doorman, seriously?
"Try I live here? With my fiancé? You know, the one your sticking your pipe into right now?" I deadpan.
This would be so funny if it wouldn't be me.
"Honey, Bella, you're always late. Uh… would you mind getting out here so that we could collect ourselves and discuss this like rational adults?" He sweaty, he's never sweaty with me anymore.
"Sure, but first I need to do something." They look at me puzzled, I walk over to my wardrobe, pick out some leather pants, high heeled black boots, a white top and my black leather jacket. I turn again to them and snap a photo of their asses through the mirror.
"When I'm back, I want you out of here, hear me? None of your clothes, your stuff or you will be here, comprende?" He knows that when I start adding words in another language, I'm deeply distressed, so he just nods and looks away with a trembling chin.
"Hey, Michael?" He looks up hopeful, only to start crying when he catches my engagement ring. With his head.
I put my helmet on and grab my bags and keys. Before I even manage to close the door I hear more moaning. Are those guys for real? Oh fuck me. I shake my head and sprint down the stairs, as soon as I reach my bike, I snap the seat up and put my laptop bag in, heave my travel back onto my back and start my Beast. I don't even have time to enjoy the trip this time, I just race to the airport, breaking my own records and park my baby in the long term parking. I check my watch, it's 6pm, so I've got time for two hours of mourn drinking before I have to board the plane. I walk into the bar, set my bags down and sit down on a chair near the bartender; he'll be my friend for now.
"A Heineken and a Captain Coke, keep both coming." I tell the bartender once he's paying attention to me.
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