Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 156029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
But every time I get a vision of my beautiful Spencer, I see him with her. It’s all I can see. A dark black cloud hangs over him. It’s like my memory of him isn’t just him anymore. She’s intertwined like a poisonous vine strangling the life out of our love. I’ve relived every sickening moment he spent with her, over and over in my mind. I get visions, vibrant visions of him naked… with her.
Hard… for her.
Did he fuck her the way he fucks me? What positions did they do it? Penelope is beautiful and she has an amazing body. It’s a body I’m sure pleasured him immensely.
How many times did he come?
Oh God….
I blink, knowing there is no cure for this heartbreak. I can’t get my head around it. I will never get my head around it.
Spencer Jones is forever tainted in my eyes, I’ll never look at him the same again.
And it hurts….so much so, that it’s unbearable.
My phone buzzes next to me and I glance over to the table. An unknown number is calling.
It’s him.
I blocked Spencer’s number on that very first night when he was calling me nonstop. But every day he has sent me a message from a new phone number. I don’t know if he’s buying new phones each day or going through every one of his friends’ phones.
Either way, his texts hurt.
I sip my cocktail and stare out over the water, just in time to see the eagle make her move and swoop down. She reappears a few seconds later with a large fish in her beak.
Success, I smile sadly. At least someone around here is getting what they want. I exhale heavily and open the message that’s waiting for me.
Dream catch me when I fall.
Tears well in my eyes.
The words are so fitting now.
I wish I could text him back, but I’m angry. I’m angry at him, angry at myself for not being able to move past this… just so angry.
He has fallen and I can’t fucking catch him.
How dare he ask that I do?
I frown and stare out at the sea, and a second text arrives. Damn it, I forgot to block the number straight away like I normally do. I click it open.
Don’t leave me.
You said you loved me.
I hit block caller and I drain my glass.
“I did love you, Spencer,” I whisper angrily. “But that was then and this is now.”
This is not going to stop. These texts are doing my head in and are no good for me right now.
I take the SIM out of my phone and put it into the glass of iced water that sits beside me. I watch it float from side to side before it sinks to the bottom.
He can go to Hell.
I’m done.
* * *
The candlelight flickers on my face and I sit in the warm ocean breeze. I’m alone at a table for two outside on the deck of the restaurant. My dinner was beautiful, and I’ve just ordered my third margarita. Under normal circumstances, this would be the perfect night.
I’ve been in Maui for two days, and I have to agree, it’s the perfect TTT trip destination.
“Mind if I sit down?” a familiar voice asks.
I look up in surprise to see William. “What? Where… how did you…?”
He pulls the seat out and sits down. “A little birdie told me where to find you.”
“How did he…?” My face falls. “The letter.” I look around in a panic.
“I’m alone, don’t worry.” He smiles softly. “You really need to up your hiding skills, though.” He takes my hand over the table. “I suggest Switzerland if you don’t want to be found.”
I lean over and kiss his cheek and smile. “I’m sorry about all of this.”
He squeezes my hand. “Don’t be.”
The waiter comes over. William looks at my glass. “What are we drinking?”
“Margaritas.” I smirk.
“Two margaritas, please,” he tells the waiter.
“Yes, sir.” The waiter disappears.
“Who sent you?” I ask.
“Spencer.”
The mere mention of his name brings tears to my eyes. “Is he…” okay?
He shrugs and stares out at the ocean. “I don’t really care how he is, to be honest.”
I nod and am quickly reminded of who I’m talking to.
“Are you okay?” he asks me.
I shake my head. “No, but I will be.” I get a lump in my throat. “I just need some time.”
He nods as he watches me and his drink arrives. He holds it up.
“Miserable in Maui.” He smirks as a toast.
“Isn’t that the truth?” I take a sip. “I mean, I wanted to spend some time with you, but this type of bonding is a bit extreme.”
He chuckles, and my eyes linger on his face. The wind whips up and the sound of the gentle waves lapping the shore echoes in the distance.
“What?” he asks.
“You seem different.” I frown.
“How so?”
“I don’t know, you just do.”