My body screamed in warmness in front of a total illicit desirable man. "I love how your cheeks turned redder and how you licked your lips when you saw my buddy." I held my cheeks. I couldn't remember licking my lips though. I looked away. "You shower first---" "Do you want me to rip your clothes off?" "This is a designer brand. Don't you dare!" He laughed as he shook his head then he started massaging my shoulder until he kneeled to remove my shorts. God, this was too much of a temptation. I was sorry for being too fragile. Fuck it. He was too hard to not give a chance. The next thing I knew, we were already both under the shower with the water flowing on our whole naked bodies He was hugging my waist behind my back. Then his hands started leaving warm tattoos on my skin. God, forgive me for I was enjoying his touch. He caressed my boobs and inner thighs while his face was resting on my shoulder and his warm breath was travelling on my neck. "I miss the way you touched me with

I woke up early in the morning only to stare at the ceiling for a minute or two. I gasped as reality was starting to soak me. I looked at Ezra beside me who was peacefully sleeping. I thinned my lips, staring at his gentle face. I wanted to caress it but my hand froze as it hesitated. I puffed a breath and carefully went out of being. I wore my clothes and quietly fix myself. It was time to go back to the hotel. I still haven't done fixing my luggage; the boat would sail early based on Quinn. I looked at the window. It was still dark outside but the island lights were enough to see the gloomy surrounding. I looked at Ezra who was still sleeping. I couldn't stop my chest from tightening. "I'm sorry," I whispered. I learned to appreciate his face closer. I caressed my hand on his soft cheek as my eyes glistened in sadness. "You make me the happiest, Ezra. But happiness doesn't always last in life, doesn't it?" I puffed a breath. "You will be forever in my heart, my Ez." I puffed a b

"What are we gonna play?" I asked Ezra put the bottle on the side table. "A fun game called Never Have I Ever." A smile escapades my lips. "I know that game." "You played that before?" "No. I just heard about it from a friend." I sat properly, leaning my back on the headboard while I was facing him. "Great. Shall we start?" He sounded excited. "We shall." He put alcohol on the shot glass with a smirk on his face. "Go on; you start." I looked up, thinking about something interesting. "Never have I ever drunk-dialled my ex." He laughed. "You know I don't have an ex, only flings." "Ex-flings!" I clarified. Ez just sighed and drank the alcohol. My brows crossed. "You drunk-dialled an ex-fling?" "Yes, but it's nothing important. I remember I called her because she stole something from me. That's all." "What did she steal?" I raised my right brow. He teasingly smirked. "Jealous?" "I'm just asking." I threw a pillow on his face. He laughed. "She stole my yacht so I had to get

"Clayton..." I paused, taking all the courage I have. "I'm okay. You can stop bothering me now," I said with my trembling hand, holding the phone in my ear. "What the fuck, Snow?!" His voice could break a glass. "I'm never coming back to you, Clayton. I'm filing a---" "Don't you dare!" "Or what? You're gonna kill me?!" "Stop fucking around! Come back here or I'll come search for you! You're never gonna---" "Fuck you!" I shouted before ending the call. I threw my phone on the bed and I flinched when I saw Ezra just standing beside me. He smiled. "That's my lady." I chuckled as I rolled my eyes. "I don't wanna be manipulated by him ever again." "We will not let that happen." He hugged me and kissed my forehead while I closed my eyes, cause deep inside, I felt my fragile heart getting scared after saying those words to Clay. For the next few days, we spent our time mostly in his cabin. As we got to know each other more, the more I was clinging to him and the more I was getting s

I lost count of how many days I have been caged in the master's bedroom. Most times, Clayton would leave me with the door locked so I couldn't go out. He would bring me food so I wouldn't need to even go down to the dining area. I guessed it have been weeks or so but thankfully I didn't lose my communication with Ezra as Sasha, my maid and Quinn were helping us. I managed to survive living in the four corners of the room because at least I could still hear Ezra's voice with the burner phone Quinn gave to me last time. On the other hand, Clayton never hit me again. He just became stricter, gets easily angry, and always shouting. He would scream at me from time to time, threaten me, and push me 'till my body drops to the floor. I accepted all of it, cause part of me felt like I deserved it. I cheated on him and even though I'm not in love with him, cheating will always be a sin. I was sorry, but I was still begging him to set me free. He wouldn't listen; he would just walk out before h