The Proposal

12 - Honeymoon (3)

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After I put on my bikini, I threw on a robe over it. When I went out of my room, the music had died down, and it became incredibly quiet.

I didn't even bother to wonder what was going on or what had happened, I hurried past his door and down the stairs.

I just needed to clear my head.

I got outside to where the pool was, took off my robe, and walked into the pool. The water was quite chilling. It took me a few seconds to adjust to it before dipping myself fully into it.

Pictures of Nicholas still flashed through my mind even through my water therapy. It was exasperating. It was almost like everything was heightened.

I submerged myself totally in the water, mentally counting up to twenty before emerging from the water. I breathed out hastily, rubbing off the water from my face and my hair.

I started to remind myself how much i hated men, how conniving they were, how deceiving, and how heartless they were.

All the men I ever dated turned out to be complete jerks. It was either I had the worst luck on earth, or men were just that way. I chose to believe the latter.

After reassuring myself, I felt much better. I swam to the edge of the pool and relaxed for a while. I let myself get lost in the beautiful scenery that was in front of me, the large body of water, the sun, the blue sky, and the trees in the distances.

Once I felt very okay, I decided to get out of the pool. I swam back to the other edge of the pool from where I started and stepped out. I let the water drip off my body before picking up my robe.

I lifted my head when I felt a presence with me, and behold, Nicholas was standing by the door, arms crossed.

How long was he there? Was he watching me?

Anyways I had no idea what to say to him or how to even look at him. I just wanted to stay far away and avoid him.

"Why were you in my room?" He suddenly asked, still leaning on the door.

"I'm sorry about that, I didn't mean to, I didn't think..."

"I didn't ask for an apology, I asked why you were in my room," he cut me off. His relaxed but demanding tone threw me off for a second.

"I was going to tell you that I got the movie role, but I guess I had the worst timing," I said somewhat angrily as I wore my robe to cover my body.

"Really, you got it? That's great, " he sounded a little surprised.

"Yeah, I was excited. That was why I wanted to tell you," I said, "never thought I would walk in on that, " I muttered lowly.

He pushed off the wall and came towards me. "Does my sexual activities bother you?" He surprised me by asking.

"Of course not," I answered and wanted to walk past him, but he grabbed my arm, stopping me.

"So why do you seem bothered?" he asked me, I glanced at his hand on mine, up to his face.

"I am not bothered, I do not care," I stated.