All Chapters of The Girl They Called A Boy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

IRISH’S POV“Hi, I’m Joshua. I really love your swimming skills. If it’s okay with you, I’d love to learn from you.” Is he trying to hit on me? Shameless, very shameless boy.“What’s going on here?” That was Clara’s voice. I wish I could stay behind to hear him lie through his nose, but that would only implicate me, too. Thank goodness I came with my face towel. I used it to almost cover myself, pretending to dab my hair dry, and walked away without saying a word.Jimmy was finally awake. He was about to open the door when I went inside. “Hey, Pumpkin. I was looking for you, you left your phone here.”“Yes, sorry about that. I didn’t want to disturb you; you were fast asleep. I just had a quick swim.” I went straight to the closet to change into something dry.Funny how I can now comfortably undress in front of him without being conscious of my body. I was about to put on my nightwear when I felt his hands on my breast.He was touching me gently, and a soft moan escaped my lips. I

JIMMY’S POVWhere could she be?It’s 6 a.m. already, and I haven’t closed my eyes all night. I searched every corner of the resort, called her name, asked around, even described her down to her hair color, but no one had seen her.Is she still angry at me? She left her phone here.I went out again, pacing, asking more people, desperate. Then I saw my mum. She was at the reception, checking out. For someone who came here to “rest,” she didn’t look like someone who found peace, more like someone who’d seen a ghost.I hid immediately. I wasn’t ready for her drama. Not today. Finding Irish was my priority.After another round of fruitless searching, I went back inside our room. Today is Sunday. We should be checking out by 1 p.m. I have a Zoom meeting with my investors at 3 p.m. But right now, I couldn’t care less about business.I ran my hand through my hair, pacing. Just where on earth could she be?****IRISH’S POVI couldn’t believe my eyes. That was Alex, without a single doubt.But

IRISH’S POVI wrote a note that says, “Read me, Diego.” I didn’t want him to feel rejected, thinking I left because he wasn’t good enough. He needed to know the truth and, hopefully, find the real Maya.I couldn’t sleep, not when I was patiently waiting for Alex, feeling tense as if my life depended on it. In what seemed like forever, Alex finally came into my room, and I followed him quietly through a narrow path. He was clearly trying to avoid all the cameras.“Irish, you’ll run straight to that van,” he whispered. “You’ll see a sheet, hide yourself with it. Remember what I told you. Here, take this money and board a taxi once you’re out. Now, run.”I ran into the back of the van, another day to be grateful for being petite. My heart was beating so fast, inside here was so hot. I wished I’d dragged Alex in to feel this heat with me.I don’t know how long I stayed there before I felt the van start moving. A hundred what-ifs ran through my mind. What if I get caught? What if I jump

IRISH’S POVThe door opened, and Diego came inside with a tray of food. Oh no. I knew it. He’s kidnapped me again, but this time, he’s going to torture me.“For someone who can’t even handle a few shots of alcohol,” he said calmly, setting the tray on the bed, “don’t you think you should stay far away from it? Here, take this drink. It’ll help with the hangover, then you can eat.”Why was he sounding so nice? Still looking at him suspiciously, I picked up the small mug and drank whatever was inside. The hangover was killing me already. The aroma from the food was too inviting. We’re all going to die once, so I might as well die well-fed.I picked up the cutlery and dug into the food. “Hmmmm… sorry,” I muttered with my mouth full.Now he’ll think I’m a glutton. I even had to tap his arm when the sweetest part of the meal hit my tongue. But damn! This was good. Probably the tastiest thing I’d ever eaten, or maybe I was just too hungry.“You know,” I said between bites, “I need to hire

IRISH’S POV“Give me the phone. You can’t keep replaying the video. Just breathe, Irish. It’s going to be fine.” Nicki slowly collected the phone from my hand.The memories of yesterday started flashing back as I walked to the kitchen.How could you, Jimmy? The bastard denied me like I never existed. What am I supposed to do with the big hole he drilled inside of me?I dragged my dress down and bent slightly, trying to see if I could find how big it was.“What are you doing?” Nicki’s voice almost startled me.“Nicki, will it go back to normal? Jimmy drilled a hole down there. I swear, I didn’t know he was that big.” I was pointing down at my private region.“Ouch! Why did you do that?” I yelped when she spanked my head.“It’s elastic, Irish. It’ll always go back to its shape,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Just go for a moderate size next time. Look at how petite you are. Wait, shouldn’t you be nursing a broken heart right now?”She was right. I needed something to distract my mind.