Isabella and Vetinary.
A duo you wouldn't want to mess with but also maybe people you would want to be.
There are secrets that can't be shared with just anyone whether that's the occupation of one or the new discovery of the other.
A secret agent...
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I laid by vetinary's side for a while before getting up and grabbing my underwear from my bag; changing into it. I needed to be woken up, so a swim was my best idea.
I looked around the room for vetinary's trousers; I spotted them and dug through the pockets for the key to unlock the door... no key.
I went to the door and pushed down the handle; open. Typical... Liar.
I couldn't help remembering when he said "not yet" to John. Why would he say that I would be dead soon? Why do I feel so hurt and betrayed?
I scowled at myself, a light wind of fresh flowed past me. I stretched comfortably, releasing my tensed up and sore muscles from the night before.
"Swimming time" I breathed out.
I felt a presence behind me, vetinary in his boxer shorts. I ignored his heavenly body and walked to the edge of the boat and dived in.
I swam down to the bottom of the clear blue, tropically warm ocean. I swivelled around as I felt eyes on me. He was following me, he came in front of me and smiled cheekily.
I began to swim upwards but he pulled me back towards him in a swift movement. His lips attached to mine, we exchanged oxygen and then began to resurface.
He assisted me in climbing up the ladder. The whole time he was really just staring at my ass. I dried off to keep myself warm.
I went over to our makeshift bed and grabbed clothes from my bag. I dressed into a grey crop top followed by a thicker shirt, then my leather jackets, jeans and my converses.
I smelt bacon from the breakfast bar down the hallway. I followed the smell to see a chef vetinary. He looks good as a chef, with just boxers, an apron and a chef hat.
He placed the food in front of me smirking. I can't deal with this guy right now. I kept quiet as I ate my food.
He looked at me dazed, his green eyes tracing my every movement.
"Why are you so silent? Was it not satisfying?" He questioned in a cocky manner. "Did you scream my name so much that it hurt your voice? "
He's starting to piss me off with his absent mind as to why I would never go back with him.
"You wouldn't understand" I chuckled menacingly.
He was unfazed by my attempt to scaring him.
"Was it your first time? I'm sorry if I was too rough with you" he looked worried
Urgh! Fucking pissing me off! Fake sympathy! Fake him! He's such a liar! He's so good at playing innocent!
"You really have no idea... do you?" I asked fed up.
"What?" He grumbled, looking at me getting frustrated.
"You want me to spell it out for your fucked up head?!" I stated madly.
"Yes! Cause I have no idea where this is coming from!" He breathed heavily as he stood up and threw his chair back with the power of his legs.
He's trying to intimidate me, to throw me off.
"I heard you! I saw you talking to your friend at the doorstep!" I screamed into his face " how did he know where we were? What is he doing here?..." I paused "wait! I already know the answer to the last question! Why don't you fucking kill me now! Get it over with! Give me a gun so I can blow my own brains out!" I closed my eyes as tears trailed down my face.
Soft lips padded on my shut eyelids.
"It was a joke" he whispered, trying to hold back laughter.
"Sure didn't sound like a joke. You both looked serious and well prepared" I snapped back
"Prepared? Says the overly prepared escapist. You had a checklist, my gun, a rope, running shoes on, gym clothing, a small bag packed with essentials!..." he sighed "how much more prepared can you get than that?"
I had enough so I approached the sails outside and prepared them for the short journey back to shore.
