Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
“Rebecca?” I ask.
He shrugs as if embarrassed. “I can’t really imagine you with a name not starting with R.”
“Where did Williams come from?”
“I just like it, that’s all,” he replies casually.
I smile broadly. “It’s a nice name.” I narrow my eyes at the photo again and I wince. “God, that’s hideous.”
He takes it from me and studies it with a sarcastic smile covering his face. “That’s not so bad?”
My eyes widen. “Not so bad? It’s fucking evil.”
He laughs out loud and it’s a sound that permeates through my bones. “It is a bit evil looking, if I’m honest.”
My mouth drops open in shock that he just said that. “You are no gentleman. You could at least pretend it’s a good shot.”
He drops his hand to my behind. “I never said I was a gentleman.”
I look up at him and it’s there again—the electricity zapping between us. We both stay still as we feel it, our eyes searching each other’s.
If only…
No, stop it!
I break from his clutches and he drops his head.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” I murmur.
“Okay.” He hesitates for a moment as he watches me. “I will meet you on deck?”
I nod and walk into the bathroom and hear the click as he leaves. I wait for a few minutes and run to my hiding spot and grab my diamonds in my sock. Where the hell am I going to put these babies? The bulge in the bottom of the sock is big, too big to put you know where, as I had planned. Maybe I should leave some behind? No!
Fucking hell, am I really going to sneak stolen diamonds into Columbia?
My heart is hammering. What if I get caught?
What if I don’t?
I let myself imagine getting away with it. My life will take a completely different turn. I will have money, lots and lots of money. No identity, I can travel the world alone and be pain free.
I untie the sock and slide out the diamonds and put them onto the sink one by one. I then take off my bra and feel around on the inside of each cup. This should do it.
Using Stace’s razor, I nick a little hole in the top of each cup and slide the diamonds into the lining of each bra cup. I put it on and then push them down so they sit underneath my two breasts. I jiggle my boobs around to see if they are going to come out and I smile broadly.
I should be a fucking inventor or something.
I grab my handbag and take one long last look around the cabin that has been both my Heaven and my Hell for the past fourteen days. I started this journey being tied to his bed and ended it wishing I was tied to him.
Even in my wildest dreams I couldn’t make this shit up.
Couldn’t make him up.
I get a vision of the beautiful man above me, his body in mine.
The way he looked at me, they way he made me feel.
With one last, deep, regretful inhale, I leave my prison and make my way up on deck.
* * *
It’s hot, so bloody hot.
In fact, I would say molten lava doesn’t get this fucking hot. I am waiting in line outside the custom office on the Columbia side of the dock to get off the ship, and I am sweating like a pig.
Oh dear God, just let me get out of here alive. If they find the diamonds on me, I’m dead. They probably just shoot people on the docks here.
No questions will be asked and even he won’t protect me, I know that for sure.
I count the people in front of us. One, two, three… Ten, there are ten that are in front and another eight have gone through already. Everyone is super keen to get on dry land, so it seems.
I watch the cement ground underneath us, petrified to make eye contact with anyone in case they can tell I’m lying… or stealing, or whatever the hell this is.
There is a woman and two men checking passports and they seem to know everyone as they chat and laugh happily with the crew as they walk through.
Stace squeezes my hand that is nestled tightly within his and he bends and kisses my cheek. “Will you relax?”
I fake a smile and nod.
He slings his arm around my shoulders casually. “What do you want to do today, baby?” he asks in a loud voice so others can hear.
I force a fake smile. “I don’t know. I have never been here before I am so excited. When do we have to be back on the ship?” I reply.
“We leave port at 6pm tomorrow night.”
“So we are staying in Columbia overnight?” I frown.
He nods and winks, unleashing his cheeky, boyish grin.
Huh? Is he telling me this so that they can hear or is he telling me this because he wants me to know?