“Drinking and fucking. You said you used to do that in college to get rid of your writer’s block. Did it help?”
I felt a pang of hurt rush through my chest. Was that all this was?
“I have to go,” I said, refusing to admit to him that it had worked.
Grabbing my things, I rushed out of the house. I ran back to the hut Morgan and I were sharing as his cum dripped down my leg. I tried to rid myself of the feeling, to forget it as tears brewed in my eyes. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting from an encounter like that, but again, I had gotten my hopes up that it was something more than it was.
I let my guard down like Morgan told me not to, and now I was crying.
Again.
I didn’t stop running until I got to our hut. Of course, Morgan was nowhere to be found. Probably off with her little island boy drinking and having the grandest of times. I tossed my stuff onto my bed and walked into the bathroom, jumping in the shower to rid myself of the shame I felt for being so stupid.
Despite the hurt, the inspiration was still there. Scenes were bleeding to the forefront of my mind and I couldn’t waste them because of a broken heart. I dried off and threw on some clothes before I sat down at my desk and began to type away, my fingers flying at lightning speed.
I wrote for three hours before my eyes could no longer focus, and I was pleased with the work I had gotten done.
Crawling into bed, I slid underneath the covers and pulled them up to my chin as the lapping of the waves against the pilings under the hut lulled me to sleep. I closed my eyes and slipped deep into the darkness. Deep into a restful slumber so my body could recuperate.
And there was Kevin. With his naked body and his strong arms and his dexterous tongue. Waiting for me to fall into him so he could fold me around any way he pleased.
DCHAPTER 7
KEVIN
“What the hell are you doing calling me on your vacation?”
“I need to talk with you, Owen. It’s serious,” I told my best friend and business partner.
“What’s wrong? Has something happened to the kids?” he asked.
“Gianni’s here. And he wants to talk business.”
“Gianni Russo?” he asked. “The Italian guy?”
“With the banking institution, yes.”
“What the hell is he doing in Nassau?”
“I don’t know, but he caught me and we had a meeting yesterday.”
“What kind of meeting?” he asked.
“A preliminary meeting where he wanted to see what we had to offer as well as the outline of one of our basic contracts.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? This is huge, Kevin. You have to get this done.”
“But it’s during my kids’ spring break. I promised them no work.”
“So str
etch out their spring break. Find a babysitter, close this deal, and then push their vacation out a week. They get more time in the new Caribbean house, we get our foot into the banking world like we’ve been trying to for years, and everyone wins.”
“I know, you’re right. I just hate disappointing them,” I said.
“I know man, but they have everything they could want there and if you get this deal done, you’ll be able to delegate more and spend even more time with them,” Owen said.
“Stay close to the phone in case I need you,” I said.