I nod and he lifts me in his arms and spins me round, making me yelp in surprise. He carries me over to where an empty table sits in the kitchen area and he lays me down. He yanks his top over his head and he undresses my body with his eyes.
“Gray, we can’t. It isn’t ours yet,” I weakly protest, transfixed when he drops his shorts.
He crawls over me until his face is above me and grinds his hips into mine, making me forget every word of protest I had ready.
“You were saying?” He says with a smug smirk.
Glaring at him, I reach down and grasp his manhood in my hands. “You better finish what you started Posh.’
He grins as his fingers work to untie the sarong around my waist. “Always so demanding.”
WE ARRIVE BACK AT THE villa a couple of hours later. After Grayson had rocked my world, we had taken a stroll along the beach and then stopped off at a small seafood place for lunch. We’d agreed for now that we’d keep it between us. Grayson’s money didn’t come through for another eight weeks, and we have to be realistic and be prepared because the bar could sell before then. My head is in the clouds. I am already there in that place. I truly believed we could be happy there. Coming here today and planning our future together has also helped me decide about my house back in Manchester. It is time to put it on the market and let it become someone else’s home. To let the next generation make their memories there. Maybe a young couple would buy it and it would be their first home together and one day they’d mark their children’s heights on the wall as they grow, just like my mum had done with me. As soon as we return home, I will ask my dad to get the ball rolling. Selling it will be hard, but I will have the memories of the times I shared with my mum in that house forever, they will never fade.
As I settle down beside Izzy on my lounger to soak up the rays, I honestly feel like nothing could dull my happiness. Boy was I wrong.
Later that evening the sun is setting, and it is a beautiful warm night on the island. The boys have been out to the local supermarket and brought back meats and salads. They fire the barbeque up and Owen and Dom are arguing over who gets to be in charge of the grill. We’ve all made an effort to dress up, and I am wearing a strapless fitted denim mini dress and heels. We are going to have some drinks here and then head to the bars in the resort. I am sitting on Grayson’s knee sipping at my cocktail when the doorbell rings.
“Did someone order takeaway because they knew Owen was manning the Barbie?” Jacob laughs as he jogs inside to go answer it.
Owen’s response is to give him the fingers as he flips a burger on the grill and grins delightedly at himself.
“Honestly, what does my sister see in him?” Grayson says with a chuckle as we watch him attempt to flip a second burger and it lands on the floor.
“Don’t be cruel,” I laugh. “Owen is funny and kind, and he’s actually quite sensitive under all that bravado he gives off.”
Grayson looks at me like I’ve gone soft and I nudge him with my shoulder. “He is, trust me, and he adores your sister. She could do a lot worse.”
Grayson nods as he takes a drink of his beer. “Yeah, she could still be with that tosser.” He grunts, referring to Andrews.
I shrug my shoulders. “I know Andrews was an arse, but I think Lottie’s good for him. You have to admit he’s changed since he’s been with her.”
Grayson sniggers. “He’s just pussy whipped.”
I tug gently on a piece of his hair at the back of his neck.
“Violence, baby,” Grayson says as he nibbles as my neck. “When can I peel you out of this dress?”
I roll my eyes, but if I’m honest, I shiver with desire. “Down boy, the nights only just beginning.”
I feel his smile against my neck. “I’d rather start and end the night between your legs.”
“You’re insatiable,” I say in exasperation, but really I love that he can’t get enough of me.
“Only for you baby,” he tells me as his wandering hand strokes up my leg and I playfully slap it away. He groans and rests his head against the side of mine. “Tease.”
“Well, isn’t this nice?”
I look up and do a double take. I’ve only seen her in photos, but I recognise her straightaway.
“What the fuck is she doing here?” I whisper in surprise.
Grayson tenses underneath me. “Fuck if I know.”
Imogen Hilton stands at the patio doors. Her blonde hair is perfectly blow-dried, and she’s wearing tiny denim shorts and a white cropped crochet top that barely holds in her cleavage. Her toned and tanned legs go on forever in those high heels.
She scans the pool area until her eyes fall on my man.
“I see the northern slut took you back then?”
I flinch. Did she really just call me a slut? “What did you say?” I hiss.
Grayson squeezes my arm. “Baby, let me deal with this,” he whispers into my ear.
I hold up a hand to silence him as I stand to my feet. “I asked you a question,” I remind her, and she folds her arms across her chest, glaring at me.
“You,” she hisses, looking at me like I’m shit under her shoe. “Why couldn’t you just take the hint and fuck off. You’ve ruined everything.”
I smile, a cold and deathly smile.
“Uh-oh,” I hear Owen exclaim.
Before I can stop myself, I storm around the pool to where she is standing. She towers over my small frame
