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I need to get the fuck out of here, pronto.
I turn to her friends. “Ladies.”
They look at me dreamily and say goodbye in tandem.
I touch Ariana on the shoulder as I leave. “Enjoy your day, Ariana.”
She looks up at me like a frightened deer and smiles shyly. “You too, Mr… umm, Lukas.”
I chagrin as I pass her by and make my way back up to my room.
I have no fucking clue why I’m now sporting a raging hard on.
This is just ridiculous.
I could lie to myself and say it’s because of the Australian and her fucking cute accent but I’d be lying to myself.
Ariana caughtallmy attention, and it’s making me feel a little uneasy.
Maybe I need to leave.
That thought alone is even more ridiculous, and I could punch myself in the face for even thinking it.
I don’t fucking run from anything, especially a woman. If anything, women run from me. Or they should, if they were smart.
I’m never short on female attention but this feels different. Maybe because it’s forbidden, as well as utterly absurd.She wouldn’t even look twice at me, not that I want her to.
I press the button to the elevator once I storm out of the restaurant.
I need to go work out; that always helps with my frustrations and idiotic ideas, though it’s a little too late to renege on my dinner invitation.
What the fuck was I thinking?
I spend an hour on the treadmill, lifting weights, and punching a boxing bag at the gym before I finally decide I’ve had enough.
I need to check my emails and take a swim.
This relaxing bullshit has me more edgy than ever.
While I have a very good team at the office handling all my day-to-day agendas and meetings, I still have to approve certain deals and propositions. So Emily can chastise me all she wants; I still have work to do.
I sent my son a message last night, and he still hasn’t replied.
At least this morning, Ariana could look me in the eye, not like at the airport.
I mean, I’m going to pretend I don’t know about her and James. It’s not like my fucking son tells me shit anymore and breaking up with her is kind of important.
I should give him the benefit of the doubt. I shouldn’t always just jump to the conclusion that he’s done something bad. Thetrouble is, I know him better than anyone, and my gut instinct is rarely ever wrong.
I take a cold shower and dress in my khaki shorts and slap some sunblock on my body as I head out to the adults only pool. I don’t want kids splashing me and deafening my eardrums with their squealing.
I take a lounge as close to the bar as possible and order a scotch. I know it’s only early afternoon, but what the hell, I’m on vacation. And I have to read through a thirty-page document on my laptop, so I need all the stamina I can get to not fall asleep while reading it.
I’m itching to hear from Henry, but I’ve received no emails from him yet. I’m not going to call, because I’m holding out on the fact that no news is good news.
I don’t like fights but sometimes it’s necessary. Nobody disrespects the people I care about.
The whole reason of me being here is to lay low and let everything settle down.
