OPHELIA I woke up with a start. A sheen of sweat was coating my body and my heart was pounding rapidly in my chest. I abruptly realized that this must have been a nightmare's doing which meant that Nicholas wasn't here because he would surely have woken me up. As I predicted, when I got out to the other side of our massive king-sized bed, all I felt was a tangle of sheets and pillows. So where did he go? I questioned myself.I checked my phone on the nightstand beside me and groaned audibly when I saw the numerous messages from my job, probably concerning the work I needed to catch up on while I was on leave. My phone screen notified me that it was currently 9 AM, so Nicholas would have already gotten up. I grabbed my phone and wrestled my way out of the covers and left the bedroom, heading in the direction of what I thought is the kitchen, although it was hard to tell because every room in this immense villa looked relatively the same. It was spacious and modern with one glass w

NICHOLAS I resisted the urge to throw the hotel lamp at the wall but instead, I opted for pacing around the room to ease my anger instead. Why couldn't she get off that phone of hers for just a second? It was as if that new job had taken a complete priority in her life, and suddenly I was now in the background. And I really hated being in the background. She started working there when we were still broken up so at first, I just made do with the fact that she had been emailing and editing documents over the phone all day. Of course, I understood that it was somewhere for her to escape to when I wasn't there for her, but what did she need to escape from now? A quiet knock on the door interrupted my thoughts which were threatening to consume me whole. "Nick?" Her soft voice rang through the silent air, and the sound of footsteps soon followed as she entered inside without an invitation. She closed the door silently behind her, and the cautious look on her face told me that she was

NICHOLAS I woke up to the uncomfortable feeling of a pull on my arms. Suddenly, the sound of a girlish laugh rang through the air, although I couldn't quite tell where it was coming from as I squinted in the bright lights above me. I tried to sit up but then, I suddenly realized that I couldn't move my arms. My eyes shot open instantly and I began to look around. "Ophelia?" I called out, only to lift my head up and see her sitting on the leather armchair to my left. "Hmm?" she called out too as she looked boldly at me.A playful smirk was plastered across her face, but my gaze couldn't seem to leave her body. I tried very hard to collect my thoughts and surroundings as I took in her gloriously naked state, then I twisted my body to figure out what the hell was holding me down. After a few seconds, I realized that I was being held down by dressing gowns. And they were binding me to the bedpost. All of a sudden, the conversation me and Ophelia had before we went to sleep last nigh

OPHELIA The water glimmered in a gorgeous turquoise shade in front of me as I lazed by the pool. I had on my best bikini and a book was in my hand as I soaked up the last rays of the evening sun. I didn't focus on the fact that Nicholas wasn't beside me because I had come to terms with him not being able to just forget the the fact that he owned a company for a week of vacation. He was currently seated at the bar behind me, and was on the phone with Cole, talking irritatedly about prices and other things and I watched him with a small smile on my face. How is he still so sexy even when yelling at an employee over the phone? I questioned myself and grinned even wider.He glanced behind him suddenly and caught my eye, and I flushed as I realized that I had been caught. His eyes widened as he slowly scanned me up and down, taking in the bikini that I expertly hid underneath my dress as we came down here. I watch him coyly as he set his jaw in a hard line and stood up immediately. Oh,

OPHELIAThe next few hours were a blur. I remembered getting out of the car and into Nicholas's plane but refusing to sit next to him, and then I also remembered trying to sleep for an hour or so, but I gave up since I was beginning to wake up every ten minutes or so from horrific nightmares. Although this time it wasn't me in the car crash but Rianne, and all I could do was watch her death play out in front of my eyes over and over again. Now I was sitting with my head resting on the cool airplane window as Nicholas slept peacefully on the other side of the plane. We still hadn't exchanged a word since earlier, probably because neither of us even knew what to say. I didn't want to talk, and all he wanted to do was talk. He desperately wanted me to forgive him, but I was not ready to hear all of his excuses yet. Maybe after I made sure Rianne was okay and all of this blew over, I would let him explain himself, but even then I still had to decide whether I could move past this. It