Destroyed For All Others

Chapter 21 - Kraven

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Allegra

Fuck, was this bikini too skimpy, I wonder, looking down briefly before rearranging the thin strap over my shoulder. Nervous habit as the strap is sitting in the same position it was in when I left the villa a few hours ago—no fixing required.

After last night I woke up fiercely resolved to have some fun and take some risks. That translated into me buying an outrageously skimpy bikini from a boutique shop just down the road from the villa. When I went for a walk this morning, I came across it. I wouldn't have gone in, but they have a small coffee shop at the back with a deck where you can relax, sip your coffee and take in the gorgeous view. Which I did for hours while reading a book.

When I finally got up to leave just after lunchtime, the beautifully dressed boutique assistant had gushed that she had the perfect bikini for me. One that would 'showcase my curves' was her sales tactic. One I would usually avoid, but remembering my resolution, I agreed to take a look. Considering the amount of material it consisted of, it cost a fortune. It was also a color and style I would never normally go for. Bright yellow with two small fabric ties on the bikini bottom, keeping it together. Wholly impractical, in my opinion. Nonetheless, before I could back out, she swiped for it, and the deed was done.

I got home, put it on, and decided to take a walk on the beach. No one would see me anyway.

Boy, was I wrong. The further along I went towards the main beach area of Rosi Island, the busier it got until I found myself just on the outskirts of a large crowd gyrating to the music coming from four large speakers on the beach close to the stage. The DJ was apparently someone well-known, with more than one person commenting to that effect. The number of people I saw from the ariel view when arriving versus the number of people currently on the beach was grossly understated. There must be hundreds of people here. Some I recognize from celebrity magazines.

I spot a bar off to the side, deciding that I would have a quick drink to quench my thirst before I head back to the villa. I didn't even have my phone on me. A pettiness I was regretting now as I wondered if Niklaus even tried to contact me. I was still slightly miffed with him and left my phone at the villa to spite him somehow, in case he called. He probably wasn't even thinking about me. All I had achieved was to spite myself.

The whole day, as hard as I tried not to think of him, my thoughts would undoubtedly drift toward Niklaus, the man who had made me feel something other than sadness for the first time in ages. Did I like these feelings? Not particularly. They consisted of self-doubt and irrational thinking. My mind would drift back to the woman I had seen him with in pictures, the one with the gorgeous blue eyes, blond hair, and killer body. I wondered if perhaps it had been her who had called, her who he had gone to. Surely he wouldn't do that in the middle of our dinner. Right?

Shaking my head to rid myself of these thoughts, I head to the bar, taking a seat on one of the high chairs close to the end.

"Can I please have a cocktail? Whatever you suggest would be fine," I say to the friendly bartender, who gives me a gorgeous big smile.

"I know just the thing," he says, winking before he makes a flashy display of preparing my cocktail, a mixture of several different liquids thrown together in a large mixer before all being shaken and poured into a cocktail glass with some sugar around the rim and a staw umbrella plopped in for extra effect. So cliché. I smile at him, tentatively sipping on the concoction. My face lights up when a burst of fruity flavor hits my tongue, the alcohol still clearly there but not as harsh as I thought it would be.