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My mind goes to Melissa and Todd. I’m positive that they are aware I’m missing by now and it boils my blood to think that they know that I know what assholes they both are. I bet they think I’m lying in a hotel broken hearted somewhere on the verge of suicide.

Stupid fucks.

I’m furious, not heart broken. I couldn’t care less about the two of them.

I suppose that’s probably the only good thing that has come of all this. I’ve gained a new perspective on life.

People who fuck you over are just not worth it.

I’m done with being a doormat. I’m done with fake friendships and sleazy boyfriends whose brains are in their dicks. When I get off this ship, I am going to kick some serious ass, and Todd and Melissa are at the top of my fucking list.

First, I need to think of a way to get to the control tower. Leaving this room unnoticed isn’t going to be easy. I’ve debated every escape plan possible and all of them seem too risky. I’m not sure how much of a risk anything is, though, as I seem to have lost all perspective on this situation.

I hear the key turn in the lock, the door opens, and he appears. Having just finished working for the day, his hair is messed up and he has what looks like engine grease on his face.

I frown when I see him. He doesn’t normally look like this when he gets home from his day’s work.

“What do you do on this boat?” I ask.

His eyes flick to me in surprise that I am addressing him. “I’m a Nautical Engineer,” he replies.

My face falls in surprise. Well blow me down. I raise my eyebrows. “You?” I question.

He curls his lip. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

I fold my arms in front of me and raise an eyebrow in question. “Nothing.”

His eyes hold mine.

“I just didn’t take you to have much of a brain, that’s all,” I murmur under my breath.

He shakes his head, unimpressed. “I was going to take you to the common room for dinner tonight.” He takes his shirt off over his head and my eyes drop to his large, broad chest. “But seeing that you are being a smart ass, you can stay here alone again.” He disappears into the bathroom and I hear the shower turn on.

He was going to take me out. My mind starts to tick. He was going to take me out. What if I went out with him and somehow slipped away for a minute to call for help? Would that work?

I glance into the bathroom. He’s naked. Nothing new, he has undressed in front of me all week. He begins to rub soap over himself and my eyes flicker up between his legs. Fuck, he’s huge. I’ve never seen a man like this and the more I think about it, the more I seriously doubt he raped me. I would be sore if he had and I’m not.

He looks up and I snap my eyes down to pretend I wasn’t looking and when I slowly glance up, he smiles broadly.

“Like what you see?” he asks.

I look at him, deadpan. “No. Actually, I would like to gouge my eyes out.”

“Why are you looking then?” His soapy hand strokes his dick as he washes it.

“I wasn’t,” I murmur distracted by his hand jerking.

“My cock feels better than it looks.” He smirks as he washes himself.

I swallow the lump of nerves in my throat and my eyes drop to the floor to stop my wayward eyes from watching. I stare at the tiles on the floor for a while as I wait for him. “Where is dinner at?” I ask. I need to be nice and get him to take me out. He is the only person who can get me out of this room unnoticed.

“We have a large dorm and entertainment area at the other end of the boat.”

I frown as I think. “How many people work on this ship?” I ask.

“You’re very chatty tonight,” he replies dryly.

God, too much, too fast. I haven’t talked to him all week and now I’m sucking up. He’s right. I need to calm down and use my head. I stay silent for a while.