Four
Iwill never ever drinkagain.
Hangovers are the worst, and a gorilla starts throwing a tantrum inside my head as soon as my alarm goes off.
I'm usually quick to shower, but drinking all night has turned me into a zombie, and a full hour passes before I finally make my way to the open-air aft lounge in one of the upper decks.
The first thing I see is Nik with his bikini-clad wife seated on his lap, and the pair is making out like a couple of teenagers.
Yeargh.
I quickly turn around and clear my throat loudly.
"You can turn around now," Daria says laughingly after a moment.
Nik's expression is totally bland when I face them again, but the way he's stroking Daria's bare back is unmistakably possessive, and the glitter in his eyes every time his gaze rests on his wife's features is unabashedly sexual.
Yuck.
"Get a room, will you?"
Nik only smirks. "Why should I content myself with a mere room...when I can make love to my wife all around our yacht?"
YUCK.
I'm sure millions of other girls wouldloveto hear Nik say such words, but since I do only see him as a brother—-
You just never want to imagine your brother having sex, you know?
The staff finally comes in to serve breakfast, and I'm saved from further PDA since couples in love still do need to eat like the rest of us normal humans.
Nik and I get into a friendly argument like we usually do as we dig into our fancy seafood omelettes and fruit crepes, and Daria also does what she usually does, which is to laugh her butt off without any intention of mediating.
The billionaire excuses himself to take a business call just as the staff returns to clear the table, and Daria leans towards me as soon as her husband disappears from view.
Her eyes are sparkling with excitement, and I'm not sure why, but my stomach suddenly starts feeling queasy.
"Have you heard back from Andie yet?" she asks in whisper.
Her words make me feel even worse and the fact that I still don't understand why I'm feeling this way is so...not...good.
"Why should I hear back from Andie?"
"Uh, duh."
I shake my head. "No, really. I don't recall—-"
A memory flashes in my mind, and my body jerks in shock.
Daria is looking at me expectantly. "Well?"
Oh God.
"Have you heard back from your smoking hot,consciencelessdoctor yet?"
I jump to my feet so fast, I accidentally knock my chair over, and Daria looks at me, startled. "What?"