A Decadent Getaway |18+| • |Erotica| • |SMUT|

Chapter - 2

I stay holed up in my room and turn the TV on to binge on Netflix in an attempt to force the image of that handsome face out of my mind. I spend hours watching a random thriller mystery show and only after my tired eyes begged me to stop, I let out a yawn and decide to call it a night. Yeah I've been on Netflix for the whole damn time since afternoon just to avoid another encounter with the sexy, male-model.

After taking a much needed bath, I step out, clad in my silk, wine-colored negligee, when I hear a knock on my hotel room door.

Putting on my matching wine robe and securing it around my waist, so as to not flash the hotel staff with my goodies, I open the door only to reveal my groggy looking best friend.

After I stormed off from the beach I had contacted her that I'll be staying in my room as I was feeling a bit under the weather. And the sweet, caring, but sometimes a devil's spawn she can be, she told me to get some rest as she busied herself in self-exploring.

"Simone? What's wrong?" I ask her, ushering her inside.

"I kind of have to cut this vacation short. There's an emergency at the company and they require the "head editor"  to fucking sort it! Fucking imbeciles! Can't do anything by themselves. The moment I try to take a vacation they call me back. Jealous motherfuckers!" She grumbles furiously under her breath and I just look at her sympathetically.

"What emergency?" I ask her as she plops down on the couch in my room with an angry huff while I move towards the sidebar to make us a drink. I come to stand across her once I finish making the drinks and hand her one glass.

"That new author we signed, messed up! We have a deadline set on his book release in a week and that asshole is lagging behind by over a 100 pages, busy partying. His assigned editor's wife just gave birth so he took a leave to take care of his family and no other editor is free to help save his ass so all the burden fell on me. The head editor." She groans and dips her head back, swallowing her drink in one go, her face scrunching up in distaste at the burning alcohol.

"When are you leaving?" I ask, a little saddened by her impending departure.

"Tonight, I guess. Most probably early in the morning, depends on the earliest flight I could get." She sighs, scrolling through her phone looking for a flight back home.

"I'll come with you. We'll come back some other time." I offer and besides what will I do without her here?

You can bang that sexy piece of specimen who you left at the beach without even a word. I'm sure he'll be delighted to dick you down, if the way he was looking at you was any indication.

My thoughts drift back to the sexy adonis that Donny freakin' Lewis is. Ever since our conversation at the beach, he's been popping into my head quite frequently, playing like a broken record in my sex-starved brain. Now, my own conscience is just pissing me off.

Ugh!! Mentally frustrated at myself for thinking about him too much I shake my head in an attempt to get rid of his thoughts.

"No. I'll manage. You enjoy your stay here. You need it more than I do. Sorry for ditching you like this." She says getting up and giving me a remorseful look.

"Hey! It's completely alright. Don't worry about it." I smile at her assuringly.

"Did you find a flight?" I say hugging her and she nods.

"I managed to find tonight's flight at 12 midnight. I better go start gathering my mess and head out to check out in time. You promise you're going to be okay?" She asks with concern lacing her voice, her grey eyes matching the tone of her words.