(Vivian’s POV)Alex immediately ran to me as soon as he saw me."Shit! What happened?" His voice was sharp with concern as he rushed toward the small bench where I sat, clutching my ankle under the shade of a tree. His brows furrowed in worry as he knelt beside me, his eyes scanning the abrasions on my hands and the blood on my scraped knees.I gave him a weak smile. “I’m fine… Really, Alex. It’s just some scrapes. My ankle hurts a bit.”He didn't look convinced. “Vivian, this doesn’t look fine.” His fingers hovered over my ankle, not touching, but close enough for me to feel his frustration. “You’re bleeding. And your ankle looks swollen.”I swallowed hard and tried to smile again, though I knew it was a pitiful attempt. “I was walking toward the beach… I didn’t really know the way, and out of nowhere, this guy on a motorbike just—he hit me and took off.”Alex’s jaw clenched. “He ran away?”I nodded. “Didn’t even stop to check if I was alive.”He cursed under his breath and ran a han
(Vivian’s POV)“I must have lost my sanity…”I winced, groaning softly as I reached up to cradle my head, throbbing from the aftereffects of whatever cheap wine or cocktail I had gulped down last night. My mouth was dry, my throat sore. I blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the light, trying to piece together where I was.The soft sheets, the faint scent of Kai’s cologne lingering on the pillows, and the empty space beside me… Oh, God.He wasn’t here.I sat up slowly, heart pounding. The room was eerily quiet. A faint chill ran down my spine, and then, just like that, the memories crashed into me like waves against the cliff."No…" I whispered.My heart twisted painfully as fragmented images of the night returned. I, drunk. Me, whispering his name. Me… confessing. Begging. Teasing him with a touch that was far too needy, far too vulnerable.“I love you, Kai.”God. What the hell was I thinking?I let out a shuddered breath, dragging my knees to my chest. My face burned with shame.
(Kai's POV)Water from the shower poured over my body, which still felt hot, not from the temperature, but from the lingering effect of Vivian's touch that hadn’t faded from my skin.I stood stiffly under the heavy stream, letting it hit my face, hoping it would wash away something deeper than just sweat, desire that had been stirred, a restless heart, and the confusion that kept stabbing deeper.Vivian… that woman… her smile, her touch, the sound of her moaning as her fingers ran along mine.Her trembling voice as she cried, whispering my name."I love you, Kai."I blinked. That sentence kept echoing in my head like lightning splitting the night sky.Love? She loved me? It felt strange. It shouldn’t be like this. Damn it.How could she have feelings I had already warned her not to have?Damn it! Whether she was being honest or not, I truly couldn’t stop thinking about her.I walked out of the bathroom with a crumpled towel draped over my shoulder and loose grey sweatpants hanging aro
(Vivian’s POV)The fragrant scent of sauteed garlic filled the villa’s kitchen, blending with the aroma of traditional Balinese spices.I stood beside Clara, wearing a floral apron that was slightly too big for me.My hands were busy chopping carrots, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Kai, who had just walked into the house.“Are you used to cooking at home, Vivian?” Clara asked with a friendly smile.I smiled back, though a bit nervous.“Hmm, you could say that. I happen to enjoy cooking.”Clara chuckled softly. “Well, good to know. At least if Kai marries you, you’ll already know how to cook something.”I gave a small smile, trying to stay comfortable. Marry me, huh? Would something like that ever happen between Kai and me?Suddenly, I felt it... that gaze.The one I knew too well—sharp, intense, watchful.It was Kai’s.Ever since we got back from the supermarket, he had been watching me from a distance. I didn’t know why.And now, from the corner of the kitchen, I could see his
(Vivian’s POV)“She’s waiting,” I said curtly, arms crossed as I stared at Kai. “Don’t make her wait too long.”I didn’t wait for his response. I turned, heart hammering behind a practiced mask of indifference. The sound of his footsteps followed mine as we walked into the living room where Joanna stood, perfectly styled in her beige linen dress and fake sweet smile.“Kai,” she greeted him with that sugary tone that made my skin itch.Kai’s mother, God bless her effort, smiled and looked at me kindly.“Vivian, honey, you can come with us! We're just going grocery shopping for Thanksgiving dinner. It’ll be fun.”Fun? Watching Joanna cling to Kai like a toddler with separation anxiety? I don’t think so.I offered her a polite smile. “I’ll pass, thank you. I’d rather not be the third wheel.” I didn’t bother hiding the bite in my words.Kai’s mother blinked in surprise, but before she could respond, a voice cut through the tension.“I’ll come along,” Alex announced cheerfully as he stroll
(Alex’s POV)It was around eleven when I saw them.Vivian and Alex, walking through the side path that led to the villa’s beachfront terrace. Sunlight filtered through the palm trees, casting shadows across her face—her smiling, glowing face.She was laughing. Not politely. Not the kind of small laugh she gave me when I teased her in bed. It was loud, carefree, and real. The sound curled in my chest in a way I didn’t like.And she was wearing his shirt.His damn shirt.It hung loose over her bikini, sleeves rolled up, like it belonged to her. Her wet hair clung to her neck, cheeks flushed from the sun, lips slightly pink. She looked like she belonged in a surf magazine. She looked… happy.With him.I didn’t stop myself. I walked straight toward them.“Where the hell have you two been?” I asked, trying to keep my tone even, casual. I failed.Alex grinned, completely unfazed. “Vivian was up early. I saw her at the pool. Thought I’d offer a surf lesson. She killed it.”Vivian chuckled, h