My Sweets

The Aftermath

*** Welcome to my beyond the Villa story!

JESSA

I sit looking at myself in the mirror. The makeup tries, but it's not covering up my tiredness anymore. These past six months have worn me down and it's visibly affecting me. I've worked too hard. I've travelled too much. I miss my family. I miss my friends. I miss Bobby. We're too busy. I'm tired. It's a bone numbing exhaustion type of tiredness.

After winning Love Island with Bobby, we had a month long media tour. It was so successful that it grew and grew. Before I knew it, a month turned into another month, which turned into half a year. It started out being a lot of interviews as a couple, photoshoots and appearances. Now it's more of a Bobby or Jessa thing. Our brands have grown separately, away from each other and away from Love Island, which means we don't see each other. I don't know how Bobby does it. With how exhausted I am with my work schedule, it's nothing compared to his. There's a higher demand for him and his schedule is packed way more than mine. He never stops. He's always working.

The money he chose to split with me is still sitting untouched in our bank accounts. We haven't met each other's families or friends yet. We spent the holidays apart. I chose to go home and Bobby kept working. I begged him to take time off for the holidays, but he couldn't. It hardly feels like we're a couple anymore. Of course the online gossip is thinking that too and all the girls are freaking out with hopes they can win his heart. If I want to know what Bobby is up to, I just have to search his name online and there he is; beautiful face and all. Unfortunately, sometimes those gossip pages make me nervous when they run headlines about Bobby's newest fling; or some similar ridiculous title. I know it's not true, but I'd be lying if I said it didn't scare me. Elisa even sent me a message asking if we were together. She wanted to ask him out. It doesn't help that we're never seen together anymore. I miss him. I'm so lonely.

My mind drifts to the last time I saw Bobby....

**** Flashback.

"Know of any good restaurants around here?" I ask.

"Not really. Why?"

I shrug. "I thought maybe we could go out for once."

Bobby glances at his watch. "I wish I could, but I really don't have time. I have an early start tomorrow. You've probably got me for an hour; hour and a half maybe. Let's just order room service."

"Seriously? I just got here!" I can't believe this. I'm annoyed and frustrated. "Room service again? Why did I fly out here if I wasn't going to get to be with you?"

"I'll take any time I can get with you, but I told you I was extra busy this week. Remember?"

I sigh. "Yes. I just thought you would find some time or something."

"I wish I could, Lass. I just can't. Not this week." He walks over, pulls me up from the bed and kisses me gently. "I'm sorry."

"We can still go out though," I say with hopefulness.

"You want to spend all our time together out to dinner? Let's just get room service."

I flop back down on the bed, frustrated. "You make me feel like I'm just your whore."

Bobby stops in his tracks, laughing. "You are far from a whore, my love. Unless something has changed that I don't know about."

"What?!"

"I'm kidding, Lass."

"Well I'm not. I'm just your dirty little secret that you hide in hotel rooms."