“Colt, I am so sorry. I could feel that you were getting irritated while she was asking questions, I was trying to end the conversation with her. I didn’t think that would turn that ugly. And oh my god, she obviously knows you hired me, she practically just announced to everyone that I’m a whore, you must be so embarrassed. I can leave. It's only like four days early. We can pretend you didn't ask me to stay longer. I’ll start packing and leave when I get back.” I’m shaking, talking to myself, still muttering under my breath nothing that makes any sense.I don’t even care that they know what I’m doing, they don’t know me. They don’t know my life or even a fraction of the shit I’ve been through. But my stupid big mouth gave Desi enough to put two and two together. Colt would never be with someone like me for real and on top of it, I made him look bad. So fucking bad. In public. At a fucking business event. That must be against one of the rules in Auntie’s big-ass rule book that I read.

If Alpha Cale knew my background, he definitely wouldn’t think I’m a keeper. He only thinks that because he sees what I let him. Nobody thinks I’m a keeper. I’m just the whore, the one someone pays to be with them because nobody actually wants to be with them. It’s okay, really. I’m leaving in like three and a half days. Alpha Cale won’t think it for much longer. Colt won’t think it. It’ll be forgotten as I’ll be forgotten when I leave. Nobody will remember me when he has his mate on his arm. Why does that thought physically hurt my body and soul so much? I almost want to curse the fact that we have fated mates because I think we could’ve been good together in another world. Not even good, we could’ve been great together. We are great together. Just not mates. Well, on the brighter side, if there is such a thing in my life, we’re on our way to the dock to go out on a yacht today. To enjoy the day, the weather, the water, and have some fun before the product launch party in two days.

Giggling all the way to the bedroom, he passes the bed and takes us into the bathroom. He clicks a few buttons, and the shower starts. I thought we would get right to it, but after the day in the sun and water, I’m not going to complain about a warm, steamy shower… with Colt. I slip off his hoodie and my white bikini top and bottom. My skin looks gloriously tanned as I look at my reflection in the mirror. He steps out of his bathing suit, and we cross the cold tile floor to step into the shower. The warm water running over our bodies soothed our aching muscles. Both of us moved the shower heads in the right position to make sure we were both getting soaked by the water. Colt gets close pressing his chest against my back and licks a stream of water from my ear down to my neck and back up. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he says as he nips my earlobe, his cock hard against my ass. “Mmmm,” I purr at him, turning around so we’re face to face, wrapping my hands around his neck and pushin