Cruise from hell

I was sure I was not hearing him right, like yes, we have been dating for merely a year, but this is too unexpected for him do this. “Carl, can you please repeat what you just said.” “Well like I said, I don’t think we should continue with this relationship anymore as you seem to not want me to sleep with other girls” he continues to repeat the crap he had said. “So, because I refuse to let you cheat on me, you want to break-up?” I ask yet again. “Yes, you know my boss is thee Heath Theodore Duncan, the biggest playboy in the world, and you want me not be as cool as him.” He continues to say utter nonsense, of course I know who his boss is, with the connection I have as one of the best assistants in the country, I had my boss talk to his new boss to get him this job. Ugh, sometimes you should be careful to whom you use nepotism. “And you think because you are a mere assistant to the Heath Theodore Duncan, you deserve to have the same lifestyle as him?” I say almost biting my lip

My phone rang in my arm as I froze in front of Mr. Duncan’s shocked response, a text light up my phone, ID says four leaf clover, ‘I sent Mr. Duncan to get you since you will be working on a project together.’ ‘Sorry.’ ‘Goodluck.’ I receive both texts back-to-back, but it is too late. “Um…...” I heard Mr. Duncan’s voice snapping me back to reality, so I slammed the door in his face screamed my lungs out with embarrassment, before rushing to my room to change. I take my very time to change, one because I need to make sure I am ready and level minded when I see Mr. Duncan again, two because I am really embarrassed of the whole thing, he saw my underwear, how am I going to get out of this? “Fiona, there is a hot guy here to take you to work, apparently four leaves sent him.” Selby chimes, I let her in on what had happened, and she burst out laughing. “Oh God this is gold, can I get a ride to work too? The awkward atmosphere is going to be better than lying to a Karen about being a ma

“Babe?” Clover says approaching me, she knew when I was angry, I would be like an angry cat. “Don’t babe me, why are those two fools here?” I asked angrily, Selby burst out laughing again, ‘this is going to be a fun cruise’ she muttered happily. “Well remember when you left last week, because we assured you, we will be able to handle the preparations?” Of course, I remember I was given an early leave by Gian and decided to fly to Mauritius before everyone to check out the place taking Selby who was finally fired for messing with customers. I nodded to tell her I remembered. “Well, we could not prepare anything, everything was such a mess, my hormones were all over the place and morning sickness, oh the morning sickness we so infuriating” Clover burst into an emotional rant. “And you went to Mr. Duncan for help? You could have called me,” I ask folding my arms. “We didn’t ask him, and why would I disturb your vacation?” she says calmly, “well we asked Lucas, you know Lucas Davis,

In his room just across from his bed is a small table with two pillows, a bottle of whisky, and cards. “Seat down there,” he points at one of the pillows, I give him a side eye. "You want to get me drunk?" I mocked him. “Come on I am bored, and I know you are bored too, so this guy at the bar suggested this game and I went and bought it,” he explained. “This better be a lighthearted game,” I give in and seat at the pillow, he smiles like a fool in love and seats at the other pillow. “So, the name of the game dare or drink, and pick a card with a dare, you do it or drink, and you do the same.” “Are the dares random?” maybe being a cat isn't for me, because I could feel a cold sweat. “Yes.” “Hmmmm…... I do not like whiskey; don’t you have wine?” I tell him before he quickly stands up returning with a bottle of red Chateau Margaux and a glass, he opens the wine for me and pours it while he pours his whiskey. “Getting drunk

“What do we do?” I whisper to Heath, “if Carl sees me here, we are in big trouble.” I look at Heath who is lazily getting off his bed, he looks at me with the most tired eyes ever, like he was judging me. How dare you judge me, Heath Duncan? “What?” I condescendingly asked. “Do you love him that much?” “Love who?” “Carl, you seem to care for his feelings so much.” he asked condescendingly. “I just don’t want to ruin your friendships okay, ugh… why would I love that jerk ever again, I did love him once, once okay. Now think of something to get us out of this.” He smirks at me before answering, “let us continue what we were doing and forget about the fool knocking at your door, the next morning you will tell him you were asleep when he came.” He looked at me with the biggest smug, “problem solved,” he whispers to my ear holding my waist and pulling me next to him. I bite my lower lips seductively, maybe we should just resume what we were… “Knock-knock-knock.” Maybe not. “Mr. Dun