Unavailable Love (Love story)

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Unavailable Love - Chapter 7
Focus.
-Marco-

The sun wasn't even up when Felix, Diego, and I got to work. There was a mandatory staff meeting before we were sent to do our jobs, because someone was coming to inspect the resort sometime this week. When the meeting was dismissed, Irene stopped me, pulling me into one of the maids closets nearby. Her moves were so quick, no one noticed her kidnapping me. Not even the guys.

"I hear you've been out with that white chica." She pushes her hand against my chest, too seductively, but it was intimidating.

"Si," I wasn't afraid to answer.

Irene let's go of a temporary laugh, "And why would that be?"

"Because I like her," I tell Irene forcefully, hoping she would get the point and back off. However, her red lips turned up in amusement.

"Do you forget last summer so easily, muchacho?" She looks down to make the effect of her eyes more magical.

Of course I couldn't forget last summer. I fell head over heals for Irene. We always mingled in the same friend group, but we ended hooking up at a party and started hanging out. The more time I spent with her, the more I fell for her. She held back though, always causing me to beg for more. She was my first. But, then school started and Ray got diagnosed. Whenever I tried to talk to her about Ray, she would get bored and complain about how I never gave her attention anymore.

"You do," She whispered only an inch away from my face. "I know you do."

"Just because I do, doesn't mean I care. You played me and I'm done with girls like you," I keep my poker face on. Giving up, she backs away slightly, just enough to give me room to breathe again.

"You know, Marco." She gives a sigh. "She and I are a lot alike."

"That's not true." I roll my eyes, thinking of her in that moment.

"Really, it's true. I might not be some stuck up rich girl, but just like me, she knows how to play with boys. You are just too blind to see it. Wait for it, Marco. She will be your downfall." Irene tells me before exiting the closet, leaving me all alone to consider what she said. Her words lingering in the air.

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-Charlotte-

I flipped through the VOGUE magazine, reading over my sisters interview and observing her stunning pictures, when Mother finally exited her bedroom.

"Morning!" I greet her, far too happy to punish mother for her late nights.

"SHHHH." Mother put up her hand, squinting her eyes to the light. "You are far to loud for this early hour."

Checking the clock, I realize it was only nine in the morning.

"Mom, it's only nine." I notify her.
Rubbing her forehead she mumbled to herself. "Where is the aspirin?" She was fumbling through her purse.

"Did you read Izzy's article in Vogue?" I try and change the topic in a hushed tone.

"No." Mother snapped. "I'll skim it later." She dismisses the subject, heading for the door. "I'm going to work."

"Have a good-" SLAM "-day." I finish more to myself, now that she was gone. I waited a little before exiting the room as well, to meet my dirty little secret. Practically skipping up to the poolside snack bar, I'm far too giddy after what happened last night. Marco was bent behind the bar, unable to see me. I knock on the counter causing him to surface.

"Good Morning!" I smile, far to happy.

"Hi." He says, a little reserved, but I didn't think much of it.

"So, I know that you have a break in a little bit and I was thinking that you could come and visit me up in the suite." I set the spare key down on the counter." I tell him.

"Charlotte-" He starts.

"I know it's a little dangerous but I think it'll be fun." I ignore him.

"Charlotte-" He tries again.

"Don't worry about my mother, she's at work." I explain.

"Charlotte!" He grabs my hands. I look up at him, stunned.

"What!" I reply with just as much alarm. He sighs, releasing tension between us.

"Never mind," he shakes his head.

"Alright! I will see you in a little bit." I beam, leaving the key with him, before heading back up to the suite.

Maybe I was coming on a little strong. I wasn't meaning we had to do anything serious, but the kiss last night was unavoidable and I needed to get another one before I burst. I prepared myself for his arrival, straightening the pillows on the couch and fixing my hair and makeup. When I heard the door snap open, I suddenly became nervous, however I got up and met him in the doorway. He was only halfway in the door.

Pulling him in and pushing the door shut I say, "We don't want anyone to catch us." I laugh playfully. He stood there like a stone but I couldn't take it anymore. Quickly throwing my arms around him, I kiss him, much like last night but I was not as nervous anymore.

His arms hesitated before he gave in and held me. I tried to forget about my prick of a Mother, I tried to forget the success of my sister, and I tried to forget about how much I miss my father. I did focus on the boy who sent electricity through my bones. Backing up, I lightly guided us my bedroom, not letting us part for a second. When the door clicked behind me, he pushed me away. I gave him a puzzled expression, before trying to kiss him again, but his hands roughly grabbed my hips.

"Please don't." He said between breaths. We both were breathing pretty hard at this point. We both look away, knowing it was a buzz kill.

"You don't like me." I realize, looking to the side at a lamp. Trying to think about anything but rejection at the moment.

"No, Charlotte," his hands were still on my hips. "That is not it at all."

"I mean, I know I came on a little strong and I didn't mean to push anything, but I couldn't ignore last night." I try to say, but I was practically talking to the lamp.

"I don't think this is an option for us right now," he explains.

"What does that mean," I couldn't believe what he was saying. That's when I realize I still had my hands pressed against his chest, letting the tips of them trace a button.

"I don't know if us being together is an option for us," Marco's words felt like stabs. Us, the word that no one used that included me.

"I don't know if I can believe you," I finally get the courage to look up at him, our lips only a small distance away. His eyes were in a trance as if I put a spell on him with just one glance.

"I don't know if I can either." He whispers before kissing me again. It was as if the awkward moment melted and was long forgotten.

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Unavailable Love - Chapter 8
Somebody comes to town.
-Charlotte-

I was a good girl. No worries.

However, it was a kill joy when Marco had to return to work. So my lonely day continued, I was just about to leave for the spa when there was a knock on the door. Puzzled, I didn't recall requesting any room service. Opening the door, I was just about to explain I didn't order anything when I found my sister stand there.

"IZZY!" I screamed.

"BELLA!" She returned the greeting, throwing her arms around me. I embraced her back, not letting go of one person that I have always called home.

"Come, bring in your bags to my room." I insist, letting her in along with the man pushing the cart full of Louis Vuitton suitcases. We gave the man a tip, before he let himself out. "I am so glad you're here." I sighed, "But, I thought you weren't coming till tomorrow!"

"I told my manager they could find another girl for the fashion show tonight and caught a red-eye flight here." She sighed, gracefully sitting on my bed. Pushing back her dark curls she acted as though the whole situation was so simple.

"So, they just let you come?" I dig deeper for answers. Tiffany, Izzy's manager is kind of a strict parent. I couldn't imagine Tiffany just letting Izzy jump on a plane to L.A dropping everything.

"Well, after I explained that I needed some R and R." Much like me, my sister didn't like to confess her real feelings, even when she was talking to me. However, I could see through the wall she put up.

"Izzy, what's really happening? I haven't heard from you for two weeks now and all the sudden you show up early?" I sat next to her, reaching for her hand so she would address me. When she finally looked up at me, I didn't see a 22-year-old model at her peak of fame, I saw my sister and best friend. I saw her flawed and hurting. I believe that a sister bond goes deeper than just matching parents. If she laughed, I laughed. If she cried, I cried. This was one of those times.

"I've been struggling with a lot lately, Bella." She let me see the cracks in her self-confidence. "I'm always on planes or at a photo shoot or walking a runway. I spend more time talking to my manager than all of my family combined. I can't remember the last time I went out and actually had fun. All the other girls get to go out for drinks and to parties sometimes but Tiffany always tells me I have a flight to make or need to get to bed before waking up early the next day for hair and makeup. Plus, It doesn't help when every time I try to leave the hotels, press surround me, snapping pictures and jokingly asking me why I don't have a social life."

"Did Tiffany really just let you come here?" I ask again.

"No... I just kind of left," she confesses.

"Izzy, people are relying on you for that fashion show tonight. You should at least have the decency to call Tiffany and get her to find you a replacement." I played a real mom for the time being, knowing Izzy needed some guidance.

"You're right. Tiffany doesn't deserve that. She has already called me thirty-seven times since I left." She rolled her eyes.

"You can't blame her. If your client went MIA, would you flip too?"

"Yeah. I just, needed to be with family." She looked at me as if I'm the only one that could save her from this hell.

"Well, Mother is very "family-like" at the time being, however I am fully available." I smiled patting her hand.

"Thank you, Char. I don't know what I would do without you," she hugged me.

"Now, go call Tiffany." I instructed her. Handing her the iPhone that she set down on the bed. Smiling at me, she left the room to make the call. I sighed leaning back, remembering Izzy and I's childhood.

Discussions like this happened all the time, Izzy and I raising each other, taking turns playing Mom, since ours weren't around much and there were some topics we just couldn't talk about with Dad. Stuff like boys, gossip, and periods. Night spent staying up, crying over broken hearts or laughing over funny and awkward moments.

However, I was always a bit envious of Izzy. Since we were tiny, she was beautiful and when we were in high school, she had a plan with her life and successfully lived it out. Now, she is the number one super model in the world. Then, here I am, not having an idea of what I want to do. I just finished my senior year of high school and got accepted into most of the Ivy league colleges, yet I have no clue what I want to do. Even Marco knows what he is going to do with his life. Some of my peers have questioned why I don't just live off of Mother's money and dine in the spotlight of my sister. But, not once have I considered that as an option. I'd never use my family for success. I just needed something to get passionate about.

"I talked to her," Izzy returned, lying down with me.

"And?" I pushed.

"She was upset at first," she said just as I had suspected. "However, once I talked it out with her, she understood. She said that she would clear my meetings for the week so I could stay and rest with you."

"I'm glad you're staying." I smiled, not having to be anyone else when I was around my sister.

"Me too." She beamed back. "Now, show me what you do for fun around here."

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