While I was having my breakfast, consisting solely of carbs and caffeine, Najam—the really sweet receptionist who checked me in yesterday—came over to my table. She’d forgotten to give me my itinerary of activities yesterday, which I’d already booked and paid for long before arriving here. Most of them are the things that the prick wanted to do. There is only one thing on there that I picked out and booked—an island hop, where you get to go and spend the day on a small private island with just the two of you. Not sure I fancy doing that alone. I’d literally shit myself and have visions of being forgotten about and abandoned there, alone for the rest of my life. I have an overactive imagination, okay? That’s what having the mind of a writer is like.
And it appears that I’m snorkeling today. For fuck’s sake. All I wanted to do was eat my breakfast and then lie on a sun lounger and read a book.
I don’t even care about snorkeling. It was the prick who wanted to do it.
“We need to experience everything while we’re there, Dill,” he said.
He forgot to mention that he was also experiencing my mother.
And honestly, I always hated it when he called me Dill. I’m not a bloody herb, for Christ’s sake. Ugh. Total twunting prick. Whom I will not be giving another thought or brain cell to for at least the rest of today.
So, now, I’m on my way to the boat dock—after a quick trip back to my villa to change out of the bikini I had put on under my shorts and tank top, which I’d planned to spend the whole day sunbathing in, and now, I have on a more sensible swimsuit. I figure I’ll need to be a bit more covered up to go snorkeling. Alone.
Yay for me.
I wonder what West is up to today.
I haven’t seen him since he took off for his run. He wasn’t at breakfast, although I did eat late due to showering, washing my hair, and finally unpacking my suitcase.
But I wasn’t looking for him, obviously.
Well, I was. But just so I could avoid him.
Suuure.
Okay, I wasn’t looking to avoid him. I’m not actually sure why I was looking for him at all.
When it comes to West, I don’t know if I want to hide from him or jump into those strong arms of his, which I already did last night when I climbed up that big body and made him carry me back to the villa. So, yeah, it’s probably best to refrain from all urges to leap into his arms the next time I do see him. I already made a massive twat out of myself last night. Best not to keep adding more twattish behavior to it.
Thinking about last night though and how kind West was to me, looking after my drunken arse and letting me crash in his bed, maybe I should have offered him the empty place I have on this snorkeling trip, which was meant to be the prick’s. I mean, it is already bought and paid for, and he was really nice to me last night.
Although I guess it might be a bit weird, inviting a total stranger on a random snorkeling trip with me.
Only he’s not a total stranger. I slept in his bed last night and spent the evening drinking in the bar with him even if I do only remember the tiniest portion of it.
I don’t know why I’m even stressing over this. He’s probably already got plans today with whomever he’s here on the island with. And I’m still not sure whether he’s single or seeing someone even though that itch in my brain is telling me I know the answer and that he’s single, but I don’t know if that’s actual truth from something I learned in my inebriated state last night or just wishful thinking on my part.
No, not wishful thinking! Because it doesn’t matter to me either way if he’s single, married, or has a harem. I’m here on this honeymoon turned single girl trip for no other reason than to heal my wounded heart. Not hook up with a gorgeous American dude. Even if he does look like the love child of Brad Pitt as Achilles and Chris Hemsworth as Thor and is the hottest man I have ever seen.
Ever.
Yes, the second ever was needed.
Not that any of this matters anyway because I didn’t