His Drama Queen novel Chapter 41

He was in New york for three days to settle some things for his father he told me. Hayden was handsome. Like abercrombie model handsome. He had small dimples on his cheeks when he laughed and his well defined abs were poking through the thin white shirt he had on.

"So," Hayden gulped his champagne down and beckoned the flight attendant to bring him another one. This was his third glass of champagne and the guy looks far from being tipsy. "Your fashion show was a huge success. I have heard so much about it."

I smiled as I sat up straight in my seat. The seat was not really comfortable like the ones in our family private jet, but then again the service here was splendid. "It was actually. I will open my own boutique in New York very soon." I told him as I fiddled with my phone in my hand.

"And how long is very soon?" He asked as he placed his hand on top of mine. Caressing it softly. I immediately pulled my hand away. He frowned his eyebrows but didn't try to do it again. "Because I want to be there."

"I will send you an invitation." I said, laughing uncomfortably. Hayden placed his hand on my thigh and squeezed it lightly.

"You're laughing? I am serious." The flight attendant came back and handed him a new glass of champagne. "Anyways, how's your boyfriend doing?"

Why did he had to ask me about Ethan right now? We were having such a great time. I pulled his hand away from my thigh and gave him a murderous glare. Is he drunk and does not show it or is he actually like this? If he is, than it is a waste of a hot man. Because hot body and shitty personality makes a shitty person overall.

"What?" Hayden stared intently at me trying to caress my cheek. Now he was getting really touchy touchy and I hated it. I wanted us to be friends. "You two broke up. I told you he---,"

"No," I snapped, taking him by surprise. I even took myself by surprise. Why did I even snap? "Actually we are doing great. Thank you very much."

"You don't have to---,"

I cut him off. I was angry because I don't want to talk about Ethan. But every person I meet somehow include him in the conversation. Can't they just keep our conversation Ethan-less? Then to top all of it, Hayden cannot keep his hands to himself. I'm pretty sure it's the alcohol working, but if it's not then I'm really close to punch him in his face "And you don't have to stick your nose in other people's personal life."

He placed the champagne glass down and raised his hands up in surrender. "Fine, don't come crying at me when he goes back to that Russian." he said bitterly.

I chuckled and shook my head. "He will never."

"And how are you so sure?'

I flashed him a fake smile and said; "Because she only falls for pussies... Maybe you will have chance with her."

I miss her so much. Her smile, the way she talks, and how she's always late on every occasion. But as the saying goes. Always late but worth the wait. Nicole was worth every second of it.

The girl could shut up an entire room with her beauty and grace. A small smile made its way to my face thinking about her.

After I was done cleaning the kitchen island, Florence came downstairs in a pink sweater and black leggings. "I'm ready!" She yelled even though I was standing one feet away from her. "Let's go!" She added impatiently slipping on her shoes.

Florence and her husband Yannick flew into the states this morning. She immediately came to my house to 'cheer me up' while her husband was in a meeting. I don't know from where she heard that I was dating let alone that I'm going through a bad break up.

I think Angela must have told her or she must have read it in the gossip papers.

Florence followed me to the car and we drove silently to the sushi place. I turned the music on, because Florence was not one to talk a lot. But when she found it necessary she could rant for hours and hours and hours.

We arrived at the sushi place and searched for a table near the window. After we ordered an awkward silence followed. I haven't spoken to Florence in a very long time and now that she's sitting here I don't know what to talk about.