Biker's Virgin

“That’s my fault,” I said. “I just left without giving in my notice or giving them time to find a replacement.”

“No one blames you, Molly,” Alani said immediately. “No one expected you to be thinking straight when you found out what you found out.”

I nodded gratefully. “Uh… I hesitate to ask, but how has Tristan been?”

Alani paused for a moment. “Honestly?”

“Yes?”

“He looks like he’s having a hard time,” she said. “And it has nothing to do with the resort. It almost seems like you broke up with him. A large part of the staff actually believes that you were the one that ended it based on how Tristan appears these days.”

“What do you mean?”

“He looks gaunt and pale half the time, he drinks like he never used to do, and sometimes he just looks…broken.”

I frowned. “That’s weird.”

“I think he regrets cheating on you,” she said immediately.

“You think?”

“Definitely,” she nodded.

I nodded and looked out towards the beautiful green-blue ocean.

“Molly?”

“Hmm?”

“If it turns out he does regret what he did and begs for your forgiveness…”

“I wouldn’t take him back,” I said firmly. “I can forgive some things, but cheating is not one of them. I’d forever be wondering when he’s going to break next and sleep with someone else.”

“Fair enough,” Alani nodded. “And I think it’s unlikely, but what if Tristan doesn’t let you come back?”

“Then, I’ll go back home and find another job and built my life elsewhere,” I said. “I know it’s a possibility I’ll be leaving at the end of three days. I’m prepared for that, don’t worry.”

Alani was just about to say something when I heard a knock on my door. She looked a little confused as she stood up.

“Did you order in room service?” she asked.

“No,” I said, shaking my head.

I went to the door and answered it. I froze as I came face to face with Emma. “Emma,” I said, in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“Visiting my brother,” she replied. “Hello, Molly, it’s great to see you.”

I gave her a tentative smile and we hugged awkwardly. “It’s been a long time.”

“It has,” she nodded.

“The last time I saw you was when you were, what, sixteen?”

“Seventeen,” she reminded me. “The boys were not around at the time.”

“Right,” I said. “Please, come in.”

Emma walked in and gave Alani a smile. “Hey, Alani,” she said. “Looks like you beat me to the punch.”