Golden Hearts | Rafe Cameron [1]

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June 7

It wasn't much else happening yesterday. After we had dinner at the country club following a boring golf match or whatever you want to call it, we went home.

As soon as I got home, I fell asleep in my bed as I was completely exhausted. I don't know why, though, because I didn't do anything particularly strenuous that day. But the thought of Rafe holding me. Not just when we played golf yesterday, but at that party too, when he helped me from that guy, scared me to sleep.

That our families saw us yesterday. How embarrassing. My dad probably wasn't happy despite everything. But he likes the Cameron family so maybe he didn't care that much.

Now it's a new day and I have absolutely nothing planned. It's during the summer that I realize that I actually don't have so many real friends. Most of the friends I had in school were only during school days. Most of them probably used me to become popular themselves, which I personally just find weird though.

I go down to the kitchen to have breakfast when I'm met by my parents who are actually having breakfast together for once. My dad is usually too busy with his work so if he's even home, he usually eats in his office.

My mom smiles softly at me when she sees me sitting down at the kitchen table in the chair in front of her.

"Slept well?" she asks and hands me a sandwich which I accept.

"Yeah, pretty much," I say and then thank her as I spread butter on my bread.

"Any plans for the day?" my dad asks, taking a sip from his coffee.

"I don't know, maybe hanging out with Sarah," I say.

"Do you mind helping your father with the hotel today?" my mom says, almost a little uncertainly in her voice. With the hotel? I usually never have to be at the hotel.

My parents own a hotel. The biggest hotel on the whole island and of course, it's named after our family too. The Morgan Hotel. It's a bit awkward actually to have the same name as a hotel. But what does my dad want me to do there?

"There's not much you need to do. Just show two summer workers their tasks as stated on a paper," my dad says.

"But I don't know," I say hesitantly.

"You've been there many times, you know. Besides, it's written on a paper, darling. You can do it," my mom says.

"Exactly, and then we'd like to talk to you about something quite important later today, but we can discuss that later," my dad says, getting up from the kitchen table.

"We're going to the hotel in an hour, so get ready, please.

So now that I'm not working at the surf shop since I'm off from there today, I have to go to the hotel to explain to some summer workers, who are probably my age, what their summer tasks are when I've never worked there myself. Sometimes my dad is just a bit strange. Not to mean anything bad, but he could have easily left this task to Nathan who has actually worked at the hotel before, but I have nothing to say against my dad. Then I'll probably forget to leave the house for the rest of the week.

Instead, I finish my breakfast and get ready to leave the house an hour later with my dad in his expensive electric car.

The hotel is on the other side of the island, on the east side, so we take the car even though this island is quite small. My dad drives pretty fast and I think if it weren't for the amount of power he has, he would have gotten a ticket by now. At least being stopped by the cops.