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If I do go for a swim, it won’t be the same without Bryce and those low slung swim trunks.
She flipped open her laptop. A few minutes to catch up on social media then head down for a spot of breakfast. While the early morning nachos had indeed been filling, Bryce had made many demands of her body. Vivian was in dire need of refueling.
I might order a Starbucks delivery. I’m sure the resort won’t mind if I get a frappé sent in.
Vivian had spied the green siren sign of her favorite coffee shop on the road close to the resort. A less exhausted person might actually pull on their sneakers and go for a walk, but today she was simply going to hang out.
“You never know, Lionel might call and ask me to expand further on my piece. I can’t be too far away if it’s an emergency,” she lied to herself.
Knowing her boss he would have given her review a quick check, chosen some of Vivian’s more appealing photos and already have sent it to be formatted and added to the next issue of Luxury Hotels and Resorts Worldwide.
She scrolled absentmindedly through the usual social media sites, but none of them yielded anything of note. It was midweek and no one’s life had blown up in the past twenty four hours. Her friends tended to leave the drama for the weekend.
Her finger tapped on the link toLeisure Line, and her gaze immediately focused on the whispers column. “Come on give me some juicy gossip this morning.”
Royal Rumbles?
The headline caught Vivian’s interest. The Royal family was not known for making the press in any negative way. A family conglomerate which spanned across the globe, with interests in not only hotels and resorts, but high end fashion, homewares, and beauty. And while Royal was the name behind many famous brands, it was rare to actually see a picture of any members of the family.
Rumor has it that the US board of Royal Resorts are looking to make some changes at the top. Jordan Royal who was a potential candidate to eventually take over from his father, Edward, as CEO of the group’s US resort operations, is reported to be getting pushed out of the way by his older brother Bryce. Bryce Royal who has been heading up the group’s European operations for the past four years, is rumored to have slipped back into New York earlier this week.
Vivian didn’t take in the rest of the article. Her gaze was locked on the accompanying photo. It was of the three Royal brothers. Bryce, Jordan, and Matthew. They looked to be at some sort of black-tie charity event. She didn’t need to read the caption which noted who was who.
She already knew Bryce.
The brown eyes which smiled out from the picture were the same ones which had stared into hers, as Bryce had made slow, masterful love to her only a matter of hours ago.
Bryce Jones was Bryce Royal.
Nausea rolled over her as cold realization hit.
“He lied to me.”
The man she had spent last night with wasn’t in homewares, and he certainly didn’t live in San Diego. He was Bryce Royal, the New York billionaire.
This is his resort.
Abandoning her laptop Vivian shot to her feet. She began to pace the floor, panic rising with every step. Wearing a hole in the carpet seemed a really good idea right now. Hell, she’d happily pay for it.
“I have to get out of here.”
A strangled laugh escaped her lips. “Well at least I can tick that off my bucket list. Slept with a billionaire.” And if anyone ever asked, she could confirm, that super rich people were hot as fuck in bed. They probably went to a super-secret and fabulously expensive sex finishing school in the French Alps.
But no matter how wonderful he’d been between the sheets, the warm and charming Bryce had still lied to her.
Oh god, was he laughing at me behind my back the whole time?
She’d been a fool to think she could have a fling with a handsome guy and for it not to come back to bite her soundly on the ass.I even have the marks on my skin to prove it.For some unknown reason, the universe seemed determined to spite her.
Her restless feet finally came to a halt. Hands fisted by her sides, Vivian took in a slow deep breath. It was times like this she wished she hadn’t given up on her daily yoga and meditations. Her mind was a whirl of indecision.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“I have to get out of here.”
She headed for the bathroom and quickly packed her toiletries. Her dress went into its silk bag, then joined the rest of her stuff in her suitcase. A hurried check under the bed, and in the wardrobe revealed no stray items.
Five minutes later, dressed in her most comfortable travel clothes, Vivian used the online checkout service to settle her bill, and left a tip for housekeeping on the table. Under any other circumstances she would have waited for the luggage service, but she was desperate to leave. The way her luck was currently running, she would probably bump into Bryce in the lobby. She couldn’t bear the thought of what he would say if he discovered she was attempting to make a fast getaway. What lies he would offer up.
