𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 {T.H} COMPLETED

CHAPTER 35

!!WARNING MATURE CONTENT!!

Never Tear Us Apart - Bishop Briggs

Slowly I sat up, stretching my arms in front of me as I let the sound of the ocean fill my ears, too scared to open my eyes in case I was dreaming. So far this trip had been unbelievable, filled with memories and moments which I would treasure forever. I smiled as I eventually opened my eyes, taking in the breath-taking view that I saw in front of me. The bright blue water lapping gently around the villas that stood on stilts whilst the hills of the island peaked through the early morning haze, the vibrant shades of green contrasting with the pinks in the sky which were fading to a pale blue, not a cloud in sight.

I could get used to this.

I pulled my legs up to my chest, resting my head on my knees, looking over to Tom's side of the bed which to my surprise was empty and made. My brows furrowed, it wasn't like him to get up before me, he usually stayed in bed with me for as long as possible, the two of us wanting to remain in the soft bedsheets and each in other's company. Reluctantly, I got out of bed, slipping on the fluffy white robe that was neatly folded on the armchair in the corner of the room, my curiosity growing by the second as I walked down the spiral staircase, the sound of two familiar voices growing louder, I could tell one of the voices was Tom's but the other one baffled me.

It sounded so familiar yet I couldn't put a face or name to it. Trying to look as casual as possible I walked through the lounge, towards the kitchen where I saw Tom with his back to me, the stranger's identity being hidden due to his large frame. I stood there awkwardly, unsure on whether to interrupt the conversation or just escape back upstairs. I chose the latter of the two, knowing that I might as well find out who the hell was so important to get him out of bed. Slowly I leant to the side trying to get a glimpse of who it was, but I only managed to catch a glimpse of blond hair before Tom shifted his weight, blocking the view once again.

Is it Danielle?

Quietly I walked forward, preparing to clear my throat in an awkward attempt to gain their attention but instead ended up walking into the coffee table directly in front of me, stubbing my little toe.

FUCK!

Tears stung at my eyes as I tried to restrain the swear words from escaping my mouth as Tom span around startled, revealing the stranger's identity. I felt like dying on the spot as my cheeks burned bright red, my eyes fixated on the person who Tom had stood speaking to. It was Isabelle, Tom's personal assistant. What the fuck was she doing here? I could my body filling with a mixture of emotions as Tom quickly walked over to me. Confusion, pain (from stubbing my toe so bloody hard), anger and embarrassment.

"Are you okay, darling?" He asked concern laced in his voice as I gritted my teeth, my eyes flicking back over to Isabelle who stood there, her arms folded over her chest in an attempt to push up her cleavage. I tried my best to hide the scowl which so desperately wanted to appear on my face as I looked at her, standing there doing completely nothing to annoy me yet I still wanted to yell at her to get out. Call me jealous but I just didn't trust the woman. She seemed too squeaky clean and no doubt she had a few skeletons in her closet which she was trying to keep tucked away. We all do at the end of the day, it's just some peoples closet's are bigger than others.

I broke my gaze away from her, looking at Tom as he placed his hands gently on my shoulders as he led me over to the sofa. I bit my lip as I tried to form a sentence, I was so confused as to why she was here and why Tom wouldn't tell me she was coming. He usually told me everything and I could feel the hurt stabbing away at me like a knife. Maybe he didn't tell me because he knew it would upset me? But me and Isabelle had only met once and if he was able to gage that I didn't like her just from one encounter then the man might as well be a bloody mind reader.