Green-minded (EDITING) ✔

T H I R T E E N: Fake versus Real

"Whoa! Japan is amazingly beautiful!"

"The beach is so clean and breathtaking!"

"Sceneries are so thrilling. Superb! Is that a jungle beside the sea?"

The cruise guests exclaim their approval about Ishigaki, Yaeyama Islands, Japan, as we alight the ship.

Words are not enough to describe how beautiful this place is. I'm speechless. The ocean is clean and light blue in color, almost the same as the hue of Tony's eyes.

The air is calming, feels like saltwater on my skin, my lips can almost taste it. Fine, white sand covers my feet as I step into this paradise. The sun is up but it is quite dim due to several clouds surrounding it so the heat does not hurt my skin.

Basking into the beauty and serenity of this place, I raise my hands. This is indeed a great way to relax.

"Liking the view, huh?" Tony facing me, he's got into my personal space. Oops.

I'm flustered to glance at his eight-pack abs, almost touching my breast. Yikes! He's too close. I step back and see this Adonis in front of me, he's wearing an army green-colored swimming trunks. What a sight to behold. I stare at his torso more than I think I should, but I didn't regret it. Lady conscience's unsolicited comment comes in, "Look at you, falling for this guy, I knew you'd eat your words."

Shaking my head, I get a glimpse of how the tips of his lips stretch into a warm smile, he utters, "Thank you for the compliment, you look extremely hot, too, my Sexy babe."

"I don't remember spouting any remark about you." I roll my eyes.

"You did, you were gaping at me, quite fondly, I must say." He crosses his arms, sweeping a look at my whole body and then raises his arms, giving me a two thumbs up.

"In your dreams, mister! And hey!" I slap his hand, "Stop checking me out!"

This is so awkward. I'm now wearing a one-piece bright yellow swimsuit. The fabric stretches low on my back and fully covers my front side. There's a slight peek of my cleavage, which I find a bit uncomfortable since I have large breasts and I don't like people, especially men, looking at it.

First, the stylist wants me to wear a two-piece red swimwear that barely covers anything. It has a see-through fabric. Gosh, I stop my urge to slap that stylist for pushing me off my limits. She keeps on insisting that I should wear it but I blatantly refused. I just said, "We're not going to shoot a pornographic film, right?", she stopped forcing me but she's still blabbering to me about it. I just shake it off.

Tony kisses my cheek, "Babe, I have to go. My fans want to take pictures with me. Hope you don't mind."

"You don't have to tell me that. Bye."

He shouts, "But I want to!" While running off to the other side of the beach where his fans are waiting, he sends me a flying kiss.

Those words sent a big smile on my face.

*****

Sitting on the sand while watching the serene beach in front of me, I gaze at the crowd enjoying their swim. I'm surprised to fathom another person beside me, a man. He's blond with brown eyes, around six feet tall, chiseled jaw, and a huge smile plastered on his face. He waves at me, "Hi!"

I smile back, no one can ever resist this boy-next-door's charming smile, "Hello!" I reply.

"My name is Ashton. What's yours, gorgeous?" He offers a handshake. His British accent is evident.

Before placing my hand, another hand takes Ashton's. I don't have to check who that is, his baritone voice reveals his identity, "Her name's Ash, she's my girlfriend. And I'm Tony, nice meeting you, Ashton." Being polite is not in this guy's dictionary.