What about New York?

Chapter 18

I groaned, my head was splitting and the room was spinning. I felt silk against my skin. I sat up in the pitch black room and nearly vomited.

"Woah, baby" Graham got up out of a chair.

"What-"

"Shh, don't talk. You'll strain your vocal cords. " He looks as if he hadn't slept in days.

"Where-"

He placed his hand over my mouth and sucked in a breath. His voice wavered. "Please," He was begging. "Sweetheart don't talk right now."

His entire demeanor was different, he wasn't joking or anything like he normally does. In fact he was pretty serious.

After a few minutes he sighed. "We're on our way to Fiji".

He wasn't looking at me. I scooted closer to him. He flinched when I touched his back. "It'll be good, a good vacation for a wonderful girl."

He wasn't looking at me. He reached forward and squeezed my leg. "Please rest up, you'll need it for when we land". With that he left the room and I watched after him. It was weird, the last thing I remember is being at work. For once I decided to do what he asked of me and I laid back down. 

The next time I woke up I was sweating, and Graham was up by my side in a second. "You're sweating." 

"Are you okay?" He looked worried, I threw off the covers and stood up. 

"Why are we going to Fiji early?" I turned and looked at him. 

"Natalie-"

"Answer me."

"He hurt you, Natalie...and I...I lost it." He looked away from me.

Vivid flashbacks crossed my mind as pictures of Mark choking me, me crying that he's hurting me, Grahm tackling him. The picture that stayed the longest was Graham beating on Mark over and over again until I called out to him. I wiped at my eyes before I huffed. 

"I guess I have to thank you."

He snorted, he looked up at me. Within seconds he was standing in front of my and his hands were on the side of my face. "Natalie this isn't fucking funny...that whole time I was scared...I thought...." His eyes were scanning my face. "You know fuck you." He let go of me. "Get dressed, we've been here for nearly five hours already waiting on you."

He left the room and again I am stuck looking after him. Fuck me? Fuck me? Fuck him. I wasn't saying or acting like the situation was funny, I was being sincere and what do I get? Cursed at thats what I get.  I wasn't in a bad mood before bu I sure as hell am now. 

I got changed quickly before leaving the bedroom, the entire plane was private, and Graham sat alone drinking liquor. He stood up and grabbed my hand before leading us off of the plane. 

The car ride was silent. It was only when we got to where we were going did small gasps escape my lips. He glanced over at me, a smirk played on his lips. "Unfortunately sir, this is as fair as we can drive you."

He patted the guys shoulder. "That's okay, we can walk".

We get out of the car and Graham is getting our suitcases. I don't remember packing anything at all, he must of done it.

Graham is pushing our luggage as I trail behind him. I was taking in the view, the water was so clear and vibrant.  Graham didn't say anything, so I ran smash into his back. He peeked over his shoulder at me as I mumbled a sorry. He just had a smirk on his lips.

He unlocked the door and pushed it open, letting me walk in first. I was honestly taken back. The livingroom and kitchen had an open concept. The furniture was all white with accent colors of yellow and blue. The livingroom had sliding door opened that showed a desk and swimming pool. Just off the pools edge is the ocean.

The kitchen, even though it has an open concept it had its own sliding doors next to the dining room table which also held the same view. We could see nothing but very fair distant island shadows.

"Holy shit..." I muttered as I walked further through the bundgelow. I step slightly outside to see to my right was an outside furniture, that deck had stairs leading down to a smaller deck towards the ocean.

"You like it?"

I turned around to see Graham fiddling with his fingers at the entrance of the door. It was still wide open but our luggage was inside. He seemed nervous.

"Of course." I nodded.

He let out a sigh, he shut the door and turned to me with a smile on his face. "Wanna go swimming?"

I snorted and held out my hand towards my luggage. "How do I know you even packed a swimsuit?"

"Oh I didn't". He winked.

I rolled my eyes and made my way down the hallway, to my left was a beautiful big bathroom. Inside was a huge bathtub, his and her sinks, there was a beautiful outside deck for showing. It was like a movie scene.

I turned to my right and there was the bedroom, equally as huge. A king bed was placed on the wall as soon as you walked into the room so it was facing the sliding doors that took you to the outside deck. Directly outside the room were chairs and netting.

To my right near the corner there was a huge easel mirror. To my left there was a dresser, ontop of the dresser there was minimal decorations. Graham set my suitcase on the bench at the end of the bed. He flopped on the bed and placed his hands behind his head. I raised my eyebrow as I started unzipping my suitcase.

"Everything on the right side needs to be hung up in the closet".

"What closet?"

He reached his arm out on the right side of the bed and pressed the wall. Out popped a door. I walked towards it and opened it to see a smaller closet. You were able to still walk in it but it wasn't a walk in closet. I did as he suggested and hung up everything on the right side.

When I was done, I decided to change into a swimsuit. It was a white two piece. When I put it on, I frowned as I faced him.

"What?".

"This swimsuit is showing my ass, and my breast are almost falling out." I crossed my arms.

"I know, showing off your best assets"

"Fuck off".

I left the bed room and headed towards the outside deck stairs. Once on the smaller deck. I looked behind me to see Graham was watching me. I turned back around and dived into the ocean.

Let the vacation began.