Paul’s POV“Oh, fuck off, Dante,” I chuckled. “You can’t take a mulligan on every single hole.”Dutton and Nathan are laughing their asses off.“I told you, I’m not a golfer,” Dante said, teeing up his shot. “You need to give me a mulligan or a shot differential.”Nathan coughed the word ‘pussy’.“Very funny, Nathan,” Dante scowled.At least we’re done after this hole. Honestly, we were drinking more than we were playing. Well, except for Nathan. He kept looking at the tracker on his phone.“What are you looking at?” I asked.“Where Amelie is,” he grinned.“Man, you have it bad, huh?” I questioned as we got into the golf cart.“Yes, but don’t tell Dante and Dutton,” Nathan pled. “I never hear the end of it from Dante.”“Hey, I wanted to ask you,” I stated. “Would it bother you if I got closer to Madison?”“You thinking of hitting it and quitting it?” Nathan questioned.“No, like really get to know her, I mean,” I expressed.“I’m not really sure if I trust her after what happened with
Paul’s POVI arrived at the hotel at 7:45 am and checked in. One of the concierges showed me to my suite. Seems Nathan had booked everyone on the club level. The concierge then informed me that breakfast was being served in the club lounge. So, I dropped my bags in my room, changed into a golf shirt and shorts, then headed for something to eat. I was starving. I chuckled to myself. Guess I worked up an appetite.I walked through the door, and Dante spotted me right away.“Paul!” he yelled. “Over here!”I nodded in his direction and started walking over.“Hey, everyone,” I greeted.“Hey, Pauly,” Morgan replied. “I thought you were supposed to be here 30 minutes ago.”“I ended up getting delayed at the airport,” I smirked.“And by that, he means he got laid,” Dante joked.I shrugged my shoulders.“You did not!” Kimmy shouted.I just smiled broadly.“Are you taking over Nathan’s man whore title?” Dutton chuckled.“Well, someone has to make the sacrifice for the team,” I laughed. “I’m goi
Paul’s POVGod, I need this vacation. When I first started up my marketing company, I never knew how fast and big it would grow. In three years, I have 55 employees, and the company has exceeded all expectations. The problem is, I have no life. I have enough frequent flyer miles to encircle the globe several times, but no time to do it and no one to do it with. I’ve basically been a man whore, for lack of a better term. Hookups with girls all over the US and Europe.My best friend Nathan finally convinced me to come to Hawaii to hang out with our friend group. The only problem is that every single one of them is a couple. I’m not mad about being single, but sometimes I feel like the extra wheel.“Excuse me, sir,” the flight attendant said. “Would you like anything to drink?”I looked up to see the pretty blonde flight attendant standing there with a big grin on her face.“Yes, can I please get a gin and tonic?” I responded.“Yes, sir,” she said, smiling, and fixed my drink. “Here you
Kimmy’s POV“Are you sure?” Dante asked.“I definitely am,” I said, nodding. “However…”“However, what?” Dante sighed.“I don’t want to tell anyone yet,” I stated. “This trip is about Nathan and Amelie. I don’t want to take away from that. In fact, I think we shouldn’t say anything until after Christmas.”“Done,” Dante responded as he started nibbling on my neck.“Why are you so agreeable today?” I laughed.“Because I get the girl of my dreams by being agreeable,” he smirked.“Ah, point taken,” I giggled. “Oh, my, Dante.” I hummed as his mouth teased my collarbone.“You like that, legs?” Dante asked.“Yes,” I breathed.Dante’s fingers expertly undid the zipper on the back of my dress, pulled the spaghetti straps down, and slid my dress down to pool on the floor.“Fuck, Kimmy,” Dante groaned. “No bra or panties?”“I was hoping to seduce you tonight,” I admitted. “I longed to feel your touch.”“Well, I shouldn’t disappoint then, should I?” Dante murmured against my skin.“Dante,” I sigh
Five and a half years laterDante’s POVKimmy still hasn’t given in to me. It’s been five and a half years, but I’m not giving up. I know we are meant to be together. I want to be a couple. I want the happy family with two kids and a white picket fence.I think I’m wearing her down, though. I’m going to try and make a move tonight. We’re in Las Vegas right now and just met Nathan’s new girlfriend, Amelie. She’s smoking hot. Like, I mean, inferno hot, but still, she doesn’t compare to Kimmy in my eyes. I will, however, flirt with her to get under Nathan’s skin. He’s so possessive that it totally freaks him out when I do it.It’s hard to believe a random charity event brought me this group of friends who are currently singing their hearts out at karaoke. It also brought me the love of my life in Kimmy, and my best friend, Dante. Everyone is having an amazing time at karaoke. Half an hour ago, Nathan carried Amelie out of the room on his shoulder after she sang, I Touch Myself by the Di
Kimmy’s POV“He’s not, he’s wearing a towel,” I smirked.Dante stood up. “Kimmy, did he… touch you?”“Why is it any concern of yours?” I asked.“Kimmy, tell me. Did he touch you?” Dante demanded.“No, he didn’t,” I explained. “He stayed to look after me because I got hammered last night. Are you happy?”“Extremely,” he said, crouching down in front of me. “Kimmy, I wish I can take back saying yes to the studio, but I can’t. I just don’t want it to ruin us. I don’t want to lose you.”“Dante, you already have,” I pointed out.“What?” Dante questioned, a scared look in his eyes.“Even if I stay with you, I can’t see you, or I’ll be the other woman. Finley has a huge following. Her fans are ruthless. Remember when she broke up with Troy Livingstone? Her fans basically threatened and tormented his new girlfriend online. They would ruin me. I can’t live like that. I think we should just be friends.”Dante stood up and sat next to me. “I ruined it, didn’t I?” he said, leaning on my shoulder.