“Chanel! Chanel, wake up!”
My eyes snap open to a blurry image of Amy standing over me. She’s glancing around with a panicked look on her face.
“What? I’m up,” I gr0an groggily. It takes me a second to remember where I am, but then the memory of my absurd, drunken shenanigans come crashing down on me, and I gr0an again. “What’s going on?”
“Titus!” Amy hisses. “He just landed at the airport!”
“What!? That’s impossible! How could he know—?”
I stop short. What an absurd question to even ask. Titus is a billionaire. He could find out anything. I’d have to go to another planet to get away from him, and even then, he’d probably just build his own rocket and come hunt me down.
But why? That’s the real question.
Titus has already taken everything he wanted from me: my body, my virginity, my innocence, my heart, and my company. And he did it all in record time without a single shred of remorse. I have nothing left.
Either way, I’m not sticking around to find out.
“We have to get the fvck out of here!” I whisper as I leap out of bed. My legs are still feeling the effects of the alcohol, though, and don’t want to listen, and I end up face-first down on the ground with my butt in the air.
“Now is not the time for that,” Amy laughs as she helps me to my feet.
“Tell me about it.”
Amy starts throwing clothes in a suitcase, but I stop her. “No. Just get our passports and call the airport. Have them get the plane ready.”
“But our things?”
I shake my head. “Leave them. I can buy more things, but I cannot run into Titus again.”
God knows what I would do if that were to happen.
Snatching up my shoes, I race to the window and look out in the direction of the resort.
“So far so good,” I reply. I start to turn away, but then – there. Walking confidently up the path toward the cottage, hands stuffed calmly in the pockets of his linen pants, is the evil man himself. “Oh God…”
Amy races up beside me, and seeing him, grabs my hand and pulls me away from the window. “Come on. There’s a back door!”
I’m no longer drunk, but seeing Titus has my head spinning. My body is reacting the same way it always does – betraying me. God, if he knew that he still turned me on…his ego might literally swell to a size that could consume the Earth.
I almost fall over myself as I follow Amy out the back door. We race down a sandy trail and emerge in a private parking lot behind the main building of the resort.
“I’ll get us a car,” Amy whispers. “You hide or something!”
She hands me the bag with our passports in it and races off. I almost kill myself stepping over some low bushes and into the shade of some trees. I scoot around the trunk, keeping it between me and the cottage so that just in case Titus comes out the back, he won’t see me.
But what is he doing here? Has he just come to gloat? And wasn’t he just on TV?
None of this makes sense. I simply cannot get a handle on the man. One minute he’s fvcking me, and the next he’s fvcking me over. I just don’t know what to do, and the only way I’m ever going to survive this is by completely getting him out of my life. I’m simply not strong enough to resist him.
Hurry up, Amy!
I glance back at the cottage, and through the window, see Titus enter the living room.
“God, he’s gorgeous…”
Fvck, I didn’t even mean to say that. Thank God no one is within earshot. I know he can’t hear me, but for some reason, I feel like he can. The universe is on his side and probably found some way to get the message to him.
He’s grinning like the king of the universe. Or a billionaire who just bought the whole resort. That wouldn’t surprise me. Buy the place and kick me out, just to spite me and make his victory so much harder to swallow.
I glance back at the resort lobby where Amy is yelling at someone behind the desk, waving her arm in the direction of the cars.
God, there better be one available. I’m sure right now she’s telling them that the price doesn’t matter. Hell, I’d gladly buy a car full price if it meant getting out of here.
Looking back at the cottage, I no longer see Titus, and more adrenaline pours through me. Not knowing where he is is like not knowing where Michael Myers is; he could pop out at any moment and you’re dead.
I hear a commotion from the office and look back to see Amy racing across the parking lot toward me, hunched low like a soldier storming the beaches at Normandy. “They’re all out of cars!”
“What!?” I hiss. “We have to get out of here now!”
“I know. That’s why I got us these.” With an evil smile, she opens her hand and shows me two small keys lying in her palm.
“What the hell are those?”
“They’re for these.” She points to the corner of the lot where two sea-blue Vespa scooters are sitting.
“Oh my God, I’ll kill myself, Amy!”
“No, you won’t,” she says, handing me a key. “You’ll be fine. Now let’s get out of here—”
If I needed any more convincing to get on one of Amy’s death traps, that was it. Her eyes go wide as she looks over my shoulder. I don’t even have the courage to turn around.
“There you are!” he laughs.
“Fvck it, let’s go!”
I leap out of my hiding spot like a sprinter launching off their blocks for a 100-meter-dash. Amy is right beside me, and we run like a couple of wild women toward the scooters. I hear Titus behind us shouting.
“What the hell are you doing!?”
It’s safe to say I’ve never been on one of these things before – not anything even close, but there’s an ignition slot, and I have a key, so I know what to do there. The engine does its best to “roar” to life.
“Where’s the gas pedal?” I shout at Amy, looking down at my feet and finding nothing.
“Here! The throttle!” Amy twists the right handlebar. Her engine revs, and she zooms forward and straight out of the parking lot. My heart is racing, and I glance over my shoulder just in time to see Titus emerge from the wooded path. He’s looking at me like I’m crazy.
Time to go.
I mimic what Amy did and am almost thrown off backwards as my scooter leaps forward. “Holy shit!”
Holding on for dear life, I speed after her, almost hitting the curb as I pull out onto the street.
“This is insane!” I shout at her, but the wind is roaring in my ears, and she’s too far ahead of me to hear. I twist the throttle as hard as I can and pull up beside her. “This is insane!”
Amy reads my l!ps and mouths back, “I know!”
I feel like I’ve just been thrown into a crazy movie where she and I have just robbed a bank and are now on our epic escape, when in reality, I’m just trying to get away from a man who ruined my life and still turns me on beyond belief.
Jesus, what has my life become?