Chapter 1: Solo Trip Turns Slutty I needed this trip more than I realized. After a brutal breakup and six months of nonstop work, I booked myself a luxury villa in Ibiza for two full weeks. Solo. No friends, no drama, just me, the sun, the ocean, and total freedom. I told myself I was going to relax, read books, swim, and finally learn how to be alone. That plan lasted exactly one day. The private villa was stunning — white walls, infinity pool overlooking the sea, a huge bedroom with glass doors that opened straight onto the terrace. On my second night, I decided to have a drink by the pool under the stars. I wore nothing but a tiny black bikini I’d bought on a whim, feeling bold and a little rebellious. I had just poured myself a glass of chilled white wine when I heard voices. Male voices. Deep. Laughing. Close. I sat up on the lounge chair, heart jumping. Three men appeared at the edge of the villa’s private gate, carrying bottles and a speaker. They were tall, tanned, and
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