I watched her sashay up the stairs, her hips swinging, and I waited.I stood there in the silent, dark kitchen, my heart pounding a frantic tattoo against my ribs.I didn’t have to wait long.Less than two minutes later, a roar of pure male fury echoed from upstairs, followed by the loud, splintering crash of a door being flung open against a wall. A woman’s shrill scream pierced the air, and then Elena came tumbling down the stairs, a whirl of tangled limbs and disarray.Her hair was a mess, her high heels were gone, her bikini was twisted, and a vivid red palm print was starkly visible on her cheek even in the dim light.She scrambled to her feet, glared at me with pure venom, but said nothing before storming out of the villa, slamming the door shut behind her.I gave a feeble wave at the closed door. ‘Good night.’Then, with legs that felt like lead, I dragged myself upstairs and fell into my bed, plunging into a heavy, disturbed, fitful sleep.***I woke to the sound of waves crash
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