Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“It’s hard to see how you can like cock when the only person you look at with interest is a woman.”
He isn’t lying, I can see why he would think that, at least since he’s known me. But I also look at him with interest, but he’s too stubborn and blind to see it. His anger clouds everything, and I guess I’m the reason he’s angry in the first place.
Maybe I need to try harder, which is a difficult thing for me to do, but I have to be willing to try.
“I find you attractive,” I admit, but it doesn’t seem to soften him any. He blinks at me, and blinks again, as if he doesn’t quite understand what I’m saying. “I can’t say I would’ve given you a chance, Joey, if this thing wasn’t forced on us.” I wave my hand between us, taking a deep breath before I continue, “I would either be single or with Becca right now. I’m not gonna lie to you and say I don’t have feelings for her because I do. But I’ve also told her that we can’t be together because I have to try with you, but you’re not making it easy for me to try.”
He pinches his bottom lip before his teeth come out and scrape it. His eyes are still locked on mine, and I’m waiting for his response. For some reason, this conversation is making me anxious.
“If I ask you a question, will you answer it truthfully? “
He gives me a simple nod in reply.
“Do you find me attractive?”
At first, I think he’s going to ignore me and not answer. He takes a moment to rub the scruff on his chin. It’s only a few days old, but it gives him an edgier appearance, one that I quite enjoy looking at.
“I like my women with a bit more meat on their bones.” His words shock me, but they shouldn’t really because he’s mentioned this fact to me before. I just didn’t think he’d be so blunt and cavalier about it, not after what I just shared.
I turn my face away from him, not even bothering to say anything else, but then he speaks again, “Yes, Adora, I do find you attractive, despite how much I hate you.”
My mouth wants to lift in a smirk. He could’ve lied, and I’m not even sure if he is really telling the truth, but I have a feeling he is.
“Thank you.”
“You’re not welcome.”
The plane flies over crystal clear water and beaches with white sand, and I wonder what it’s going to be like over the next few days stuck on an island with a man who thinks I’m attractive but who can’t stand me.
I guess I can try to work with the attraction thing for now.
The bungalow which is situated on stilts over the water is out of this world. It’s perfect. I come from a life of luxury, but my luxury was stuck in my home. I didn’t travel much when I was younger, even now I don’t really go anywhere. And, yes, I like flashy things. I’m used to them, but I can live without expensive baubles. The clothes I wear usually come from the thrift shop. The only designer thing I own is something my father gave to me when I was thirteen. He said it was my mother’s, and now, it’s all I have left of either of them.
A king-size bed dominates the inside of the bungalow. It looks soft as a cloud. A two-seater couch sits in front of a wall of windows that opens out onto our deck, which juts out over the ocean. This is where Joey is currently sitting, with his feet hanging over the edge, a bottle of whatever his preferred poison is today sitting next to him, and probably a sour expression on his face. He hasn’t spoken to me since we arrived.
I get changed into a bikini, leaving my things all over the bed. I didn’t know what to pack, so I brought a few pieces of everything. When I walk out onto the deck, I stand directly next to Joey, but he doesn’t glance my way or even care that I’m standing there. He simply lifts his bottle to his lips and takes a long drink.
Fuck him.
I dive straight into the ocean, the water warm on my skin. And for a fraction of a second, I think about not coming up for air. I haven’t made this easy on him, but he hasn’t made this easy on me either.
How am I meant to open up to someone—to even grow to love him—when I want someone else at the same time? Sometimes the heart is a fickle bitch, and you just have to go with your head.
I surface, gasping for air, and then swim to the edge where his feet are dangling in the water. I stop just shy of touching him and glance up, but he’s already looking down at me, those icy blue eyes locked on me like he’s trying to work something out.