Possessive

Chapter 10

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The heat from the sun burned my skin. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I briefly wondered why my skin was burning. I was happily lying in a hammock in the shade of two huge palm trees on a sandy beach.

The other part of my mind wondered how the heck I was so lucky to have two blessed angels like Matthew McConaughey and Channing Tatum feed me chocolate covered fruit and a devilishly handsome devil like Alex Pettyfer hand me a coconut drink with those cute little umbrellas on a silver platter.

This was the ultimate paradise.

Just as Matthew was about to feed me another chocolate covered strawberry, the hammock swayed like a boat on the sea. My mood was ruined as queasiness hit me like a brick wall. The sound of a boat horn startled me; my body reacted and I fell off the hammock, slamming into something extremely hard.

Loudly groaning, I opened my eyes only to stare at a ceiling rather than the magnificent rays of the sun. A boat horn sounded again, rather loudly I might add, causing me to scramble up from the floor boards that I amazingly fell onto - where did these floor boards come from? - and peered through a small round window to see a vast array of boats, yachts and cruise liners.

I mentally groaned. Now I remembered where I was. I was on a yacht, Tristan's yacht to be exact. In Arabian Nights Marina. Talk about forgetfulness. After leaving Tristan in the clutches of Alexis Vanderpool, I wandered through the sea of people in search of Landon or Yasmine. After all, they were the only two people besides Tristan that I knew at the barbeque.

I managed to find Yasmine but she seemed to be occupied with the counterpart to women so I was not going to even go there. Instead I changed direction and headed for the bar. At least, I could get a buzz or something to take my mind of Tristan. After my third drink, Landon had found me about to take a sip of my fourth. The two of us had stayed at the bar, drinking it dry and making fun of the people at the barbeque. It was high time I let myself go without the constant worrying about Tristan and his whereabouts gnawing at my mind.

Well, by the time Tristan found Landon and I, we were well past the stages of tipsy and on the verge of passing out from the amount of alcohol we inhaled. Tristan Devareaux, being the brooding and protective man that he is, berated Landon for getting me bone drunk and proceeded to slap his brother around his head. I ended up laughing so much at the sight that I promptly fell off the bar stool and knocked into a passing waiter with a tray full of champagne glasses, sending him, the tray, the drinks and myself colliding into Alexis who came out of nowhere to stand next to the bar.

Her loud shriek sharply cut through my drunken haze. Her neon orange dress was soaked and her makeup was streaming down her face in a terrible shade of orange, black and purple. Since the whole situation was my fault, I felt the need to take care of the mess I had created but because I was still kind of drunk, I made things a whole lot worse. Instead of going for some clean towels or tissues to dry her off, I stupidly pulled at blades of grass and proceeded to rub them all over her dress in a miserable and pathetic attempt to clean the dress.

It was only when Landon burst out laughing that I realised how much worse the situation had become. With that, I promptly passed out.

The last thing I remember was feeling someone gently lay me on a bed and kiss my forehead before I gladly sank into unconsciousness.

Gosh, now that the events of last night came rushing back to me, I felt like a total idiot. Not only that, but I also embarrassed Tristan. I was surely going to lose my job.