“That stupid prick. I knew there was something off about John. Sweetie, don’t you dare go back to the room until you need to get your things for the flight home tomorrow. I would send George down there to kick his ass, but tonight’s karaoke night, and you know how rowdy things get on karaoke night. He wouldn’t dare leave his precious bar. Do you need me to wire you some money to get another room? I have a friend who lives about an hour away that I could persuade to come get you for the night and take you to the airport tomorrow.”
The more I think about it, I decide that I don’t want to go home early. This is my vacation too and I am not going to let John spoil it for me. I will pull up my big girl pants and make the best of the rest of my time here; it’s only twenty-four hours, right? “No. Thanks, though. I can stick it out here for the night. I’m close to the airport and I’ll just grab my things in the morning. If I need help figuring out a place to sleep, I’ll call you back. Love you, Liz. Say hi to George for me and don’t let him corner you in the back room again; I’m not there to interrupt this time, even though you wish I wouldn’t have.” I hang up and continue my trek down the beach in search of more appropriate clothing.
Chapter Two
Obsession:
*the state of being obsessed with someone or something. *an idea or thought that continually preoccupies or intrudes on a person’s mind. *the domination of one’s thoughts or feelings by a persistent idea, image, desire, or need.
~Savage~
That stupid prick has no idea what he just walked away from. Perfection. She has the body of a goddess and the voice of an angel. She only spoke a few words but the sound pierced me like cupids arrow and now I’m following her like a stalker.
“Dude, wait up. What the hell man, are you in a trance?”
“Sssshhhhh! Good hell, Tag, she’s gonna hear you. That prick of a boyfriend of hers just said some shitty things to her and then threatened to leave her. Well, I plan to swoop in and save the day.”
“By being a stalker? Dude, you are one of the best-looking men I know. If I swung that way, I woulda hit on you by now. You have a killer career; a house of your own and women fall at your feet everywhere we go. It’s embarrassing that you have resorted to slinking behind cabanas and beach umbrellas. Just go up to her and introduce yourself. She’ll fall in love with your looks alone.”
“Tag, did you see that woman? Did you see that douche she walked away from? This is going to take every trick in the book just to get her to look my way. She is the perfect 10, a rare package, and I want her to see me, hear me and feel me in every way. This is going to take some crafty maneuvering. Just come along for the ride, Bro. Maybe she has a sexy friend.”
“Shit! Dude, this sucks. I’ve been reduced to third wheeling, waiting for you to find me scraps.”
“Never in a million years have you ever been a third wheel and I’m sure you’ll have any woman eating out of the palm of your surfer boy hand in minutes. Now keep up, she’s getting away.”
~Livvy~
The red sundress is a perfect match to the bikini I want to take off and burn, but it has proven impossible to find a bra and panty shop on Miami Beach Boardwalk. Trying to find a place to sleep tonight so I can avoid John will be the more difficult task. The several texts from him have proven that it was a smart choice to avoid him for the night.
11:22 a.m.: Where the hell r u
11:24 a.m.: If you don’t come 2 me now we r through
12:46 p.m.: I can’t believe I wasted 6 wks
12:51 p.m.: Probably as crazy and cold as ur mother
1:01 p.m.: Glad I didn’t waste a condom
I spend the afternoon eating from beach vendors, buying sunscreen, wading through the water and watching over my shoulder. I love to people watch, but I can’t help the feeling that I’m being watched myself. I have glanced around all day, and my eyes have fallen on a gorgeous man multiple times. He has dark brown hair that is a little long on the top, and his eyes are so light blue that they glow even from a distance. We seem to be traveling in the same direction, so I wonder if he is a tourist as well. If only I were a confident enough woman just to walk up and say hi, but where would that conversation lead? ‘Oh, by the way, I came here with my boyfriend and he dumped me because I won’t have sex with him. Also, I have issues because of my mother and I’ll probably never be able to have a normal relationship for fear that all the good ones leave. Maybe John is right, and my fear of men will have me dying a virgin. What the hell is so great about your virginity anyway? It feels as though I have missed out on life in my twenty years clinging to my sacred hymen.
A paper flying in the wind sticks to my leg. I reach down to pull it off and send it on its way when the heading causes me to take a second look. HAPPY HOUR!!!!! Hottest new club in town! Grand Opening Tonight! Well, I have no place to sleep, so I might as well enjoy my last night in Miami burning away some sleepless hours.
~Savage~
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