I sat down at the small desk in my room that overlooked the ocean. I was hoping this vacation would prove to inspire me after my broken heart and ugly break up. I stared at the blinking cursor in front of m
e, hoping that the words would flow from my fingers. There was a time in college where I could write an entire manuscript in under a month. Where I could sit down at my laptop with just coffee and my glasses, whittling away until an entire world was in front of me.
But even the beautiful sea surging in front of me didn’t inspire me past the first line of text.
Her fate was determined the moment she arrived on the island.
I scoffed and shook my head before I closed my laptop.
I got up from my chair and began to get ready for the evening. I rifled through my clothes, trying to find something decent. Unfortunately, I hadn’t packed for this trip to socialize. I’d packed a bag that would allow me to do two things: swim and write.
Which meant I had nothing to wear that would impress anyone, let alone a guy like Kevin.
I settled on a pair of faded jeans and a flowing blouse. My shoulder-length brown hair was tousled with the salt of the sea and the humidity pouring in from the horizon. I splashed on a bit of waterproof makeup so it wouldn’t run with the dampness of the Caribbean night, then I met Morgan outside.
“Really? Jeans and a shirt?”
“I don’t have anything else,” I said. “I didn’t pack to impress anyone.”
“At least the jeans are tight around your ass. Come on. Let’s go,” she said.
Then my best friend dragged me down to the end of the pier and we started walking all the way over to the private beach with the decadent vacation home that sat on the shore.
Yep. It looked like all that work he put in during our relationship had paid off.
Too bad he couldn’t spare some of that attention on us.
CHAPTER 3
KEVIN
It had been just a few days back that I found myself wishing to see Brooke again, and here I was preparing to host her and her friend for the evening.
Don’t screw this up.
DON’T screw this up.
The five-star chef I had hired to whip us up some drinks and desserts was rushing around my kitchen. The kids were bouncing off the walls, excited for a visit from ‘Daddy’s first friend.’ I rolled my eyes at them as they ran around, trying to keep them from bothering the chef.
My nerves had me on edge waiting for the girls to come by.
I wanted the evening to go perfectly. They were both on vacation and my kids were jumping down their throats. I had the ability to entertain them, so I figured some quality drinks and desserts would go a long way in trying to smooth things over between Brooke and I.
We didn’t have the best past, but I’d give anything for a chance to prove what she meant to me even after all these years.
No one compared to Brook. She was one of a kind. A diamond. My kids could even see it.
Memories of our time together always brought me back to three of the best months of my life.
She was a hot, incredibly smart and sexy twenty-year old co-ed, and I was a twenty-six-year-old millionaire. I was on the hot track to make my first billion before I turned twenty-seven and her curves called to me in spades. I had spotted her from clear across the room. Those beautiful kaleidoscope eyes that wouldn’t settle on a color, drew me in. Her small waist flared out into a thick pair of hips, while her breasts poured out the top of the strapless dress she wore.
Her lips were ruby red, and her brown hair brushed her shoulders. Her legs were thick and toned, boasting of how she took care of her body. Her cheeks had rosy little apple peaks when she smiled, and I could smell the desire radiating from her that night.
She grabbed my attention with her beauty, and once we spoke I was hooked. She had serious brains and grand ambitions.
I fucked it up.
It was a three-month fling that went nowhere because I was way too busy with my company.