Frayed (6 page)

“Just in case you can’t nap, there’s a nice alcove half a mile
from here. There are also a few taverns and a tiny fishing village if you walk towards your left. The family that owns the island have their own people, I guess. It’s a pretty tight-knit community. You’ll like it here.” Taylor stood against the door, his face animated.

Okay, right on.
Could he shoo himself out now?

“Great, thanks for the
deets. I’ll see you later.” I know my dry attitude didn’t match the earthy, light atmosphere of this place, but it was impossible to let go of my dark shackles. They’re there and I was bonded to them.

I was glad when he took the cue and bid me goodbye.
I guess that smart brain really did work
, I mused darkly. I looked around my room and felt right at home. The light blue and white color schematics worked and blended perfectly, along with the wide windows and the rustic accented furniture.

I placed my purse on the cushioned seat and started to take my clothes off.
With only my underwear on, I slid inside the bed. The instant my head hit the pillow, my brain—for the very first time in a month—shutdown completely.

Chapter 5

Trista

I woke up when I heard Emma’s shrieking laughter. “Get in the shower now, woman! You can’t tease me like that and expect to get away from it.” I could hear Bass laugh from the hallway. I could also make out Emma trying to hush him, but Bass only growled and I suppose he picked her up since Emma sounded out of breath.

“Put me down!” A few heightened giggles, a light slam of the door, the house became quiet again.

I shifted on my side and smiled at the thought of them. Those two were crazy about each other. I’m glad that she’d stopped taking notice of Carter’s emails, but who am I really to say? If Harry asked me back again, I would most likely think about it for a few seconds and say
yes
. I admit, it’s beyond pitiful, but the heart wants what it wants. It doesn’t
think
for you, nor does it make decisions for you. It only beats like a drumroll, marching you toward the person who took your heart.

It’s deplorable to even think of
him
after all that’s happened, yet here I was, thinking of him, wondering if he’s thinking of me, too.

Languidly, I got out of bed and looked outside. It was dusky outside, and I could hear the
light, chirpy sounds of cicadas.
Beautiful
, I thought as I closed my eyes and smelled the pleasing mixture of sea, fresh air and heady blooms. After a good five minutes of appreciating the view, I strode towards the light switch. I was surprised to find my luggage next to the door. Instead of going through it, I went to grab my phone inside my purse. There were still no messages or phone calls from Harry. I guess he really meant it when he said he will
try
to cut me out of his life. Well, good for him, I thought dastardly. I’m the one who went through the traumatizing shit and was treated like a piece of ass. Ah, great, just mighty, fucking great.

Dejected, I opened my luggage and immediately gathered everything I needed and head
ed for the shower.
Life goes on
, with or without me. I best snap out of it before it forgets that I exist. I’ve been out of it long enough… maybe.

After a quick dry of my hair and light make-up, I declared myself ready. I wore a short
, pistachio-colored, cotton dress and jewel encrusted, flat sandals. It was light and perfect for beach ambiance.  I stared back at my reflection, a little unsure. “Happy face, Trista Stevens! Fucking put on your happy face!”

When I strode out of my room, I saw Emma and Taylor outside, laughing and drinking together. When Emma’s eyes saw me walk towards them, she immediately got up and gave me a tight
, I-miss-you-so-much, kind of hug. I hugged her back with the same intensity.

“So, so happy to see you again,
Tris!” Emma exclaimed as she wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

“It really is great to see you
, too, Boo,” I said, and meant every word. Emma guided me to one of the rattan, chaise lounges, across from the shirtless Taylor. “Going to get you something to drink, b-r-b. Lindsey’s in the kitchen and, as you can see, Bass is over there on the phone.” Emma pointed towards her man, who was well engrossed in a conversation, also not wearing a shirt. He was muscular perfection at its finest.
What’s up with these fellas not wearing any shirts?
It was a total mind-fuck to all the girly hormones around the perimeter.

The setting they had out here was impressively awesome. Outdoor bed, dining tables and chairs, but what I really loved was the large table around the chaise lounges.
It had a Middle Eastern feel, where they shared their meals and broke bread amongst trusted folks. Complete with dim lighting and lit candles scattered about, it was purely soul-lifting and therapeutic. “They ordered dinner from the villa’s kitchen. It should arrive soon. How was your nap?” Taylor eyed me casually.

“Good, thank you.” I politely replied. Curiosity won out and I blurted, “Is there a
Who’s Got the Best Six-Pack Competition
around here that I should know about?” Taylor barked out a loud laugh. It was deep, throaty, and very manly. It was the opposite of Harry’s polished, restrained and practiced one.

“Why do you ask? Does it offend
, or please you?” Taylor smiled at me before he took a long gulp of his beer.

My eyes instantly darted towards his neck
where his Adam’s apple was bobbing up and down, mesmerizing me for a mere second. Taylor caught me staring at him, but I didn’t even blush or stand down from his penetrating gaze. I’m sure
pretty boy
was used to this kind of attention. Sure, he may be good-looking—to some—but he’s not my type, no matter how much I may enjoy ogling him. “Honestly, it doesn’t offend or please me at all. You could say that I’m indifferent about it.”

That caught his attention. “Even the ever-drooled over Bass Cole doesn’t affect you?” Taylor looked pretty much entertained.

Okay, maybe not Bass. Honest to God I don’t know a living soul who doesn’t have the hots for him. Not one. “I think it’s already a given how the entire universe sees him. I’m not immune to it, no one is.”

Taylor leaned over and studied my face with such concentration. To me, it looked like he was trying to read me
, or better yet, read my mind. “Is this your subtle way of telling me that you don’t find me attractive?”

Damn it, he’s pretty forward
, too. Hmmm! “I wasn’t trying to tell you anything,  but, to answer your question, no, you’re not my type.”

Taylor’s face lit up with a devilish grin. “Women with excess baggage are unattractive to me. Good to know that we have something in common.” He then stood up and saluted his bottle at me before
spinning around and heading towards Bass.

Staggered speechless, I stared after his form.
What the flying FUCK was that? How the Hell would he know that I have excess baggage? Do I have a fucking tattooed sign on my forehead or something?

“
Uh-oh, looks like you influenced Trista, Lindsey!” Emma chided Lindsey as they approached me with a tray of assorted alcoholic drinks.

My eyes happily took in all the amazing concoction
s as Emma placed the tray on the table. Lindsey and Emma then settled on separate lounge chairs.  “This is why girlfriends are the best! You can always count on them to cheer up a down and out friend,” I happily said, as my hand grabbed a martini glass with a bright blue liquid in it. Now, if this drink would only turn out to be an AMF (Adios Mother Fucker), I would be an even happier woman. The smile that stretched across my lips was absolutely genuine as it turned out that it was!
It was time to get back on boozeville.

“I’m taking
it that Horrible Harry is no more?” Lindsey asked while Emma and I took a sip of our drinks. “You used to be like this when there was trouble in paradise with him, but now there’s a dark edge to it. That can only mean one thing, you guys are kaput.”

Crap, Lindsey. She’s too damn observant. This was why it was hard to open up to her,
because she tends to just railroad everything and get to the point. She doesn’t stall or prance around the subject.  I love her like a sister, but at certain times, Lindsey could be scary as fuck. I took another gulp of my AMF, tilting my head back and savoring the sweet, fiery burn of the menacing drink.

“I am officially no longer a mistress. No more secret rendezvous. No more scheduled fuck marathon
s. No more secret codes. Yep, there is no more Horrible Harry.” I miserably downed my drink before releasing a cringing sigh. “You know what’s the saddest part is? I wasn’t ready for it to be over. The stupid bastard dumped me! Stupid, spineless, piece of shit dumped me. Hah! Joke’s on me.”

Lindsey growled. “I could hire a
hitman to end that sorry worthless piece of shit!”

If I
weren’t so emotional right now, I would’ve rolled my eyes at her already. That statement was just so Lindsey!

Emma got up, sat next to me, and gave me a comforting hug. “That stupid, faithless prick didn’t deserve your love, babe. It may not seem like it now because everything’s still new. Give it time, you’ll see what I mean.”

Lindsey then came and joined our hug. “I’ve got a solution. We’ll make that fucker pay.” I was about to protest, but she shushed me. “Okay, I was kidding about hiring a hitman. Okay
, maybe
I was serious, but only a little. I’ve got a brilliant plan, though. I could set him up, seduce him and make a video. I’ll send it out to all of his associates, and shame him for life. With my face blurred, of course. It’s the brightest plan, isn’t it? It should teach the cheating cad not to fuck with my bitches!”

These were only a few examples why Lindsey was scary as fuck. I glanced at Emma when I heard her laugh. “Seriously, what’s so funny? None of her ‘solutions’ were laughable. I’m not going to be a vengeful woman. I still love him for crying out loud.”

Emma smiled at Lindsey, before she responded to my question. “Woman, I think it’s a flawlessly, perfect plan. I know your cousin is pregnant, Tris, but you have to see that Harry might have a new mistress already or is looking for one again. You don’t want that to happen to another woman, do you?”

Fuck
! Was Harry capable of taking on another mistress? If I think back now, he was way too slick about everything. From setting our schedules for meeting to every single minute detail of our rendezvous, it was well thought out and fully orchestrated.
Only a man with practice and experience could achieve that without a glitch. The joke really was on me
. The whole fucking time that Harry was making me fall in love with him, showering me with presents and kisses, professing his crazy love for me, it was all a load of
practiced crap!

To be blinded by love—to have had that love then taken advantage of—is the most humbling, the most eye-opening, the most gut-wrenching experience anyone can ever go through.
However, do I want to humiliate Harry and Becka?
No, I don’t.

“I’m not for it, but I’ll keep it in mind, okay? Thank you for all the crazy support.” I
stated, with much more emphasis on the word crazy.

Lindsey simply pouted and
went back to her spot. Imagine, if she was acting this way after only learning about Harry dumping me, I could easily see the she-devil incarnate in her coming out if I dropped the bomb about the terminated pregnancy. Definitely not a good idea right this instant!

Emma glanced to my left and welcomed a few people who brought out a feast with them
, instructing them to place everything on the long, rectangular, glass table that was close to the lounges. Emma then took out three one hundred dollar bills and handed it to each of the men accordingly before they left us with the bazillion plates of food.

“Three hundred bucks for a tip,
Em? Isn’t that a little too much?” Lindsey asked as she checked out the platters filled with lobster, squid and shrimp dishes, as well as others I couldn’t name. It all looked good, mouth-watering, dive in without care, scrumptiously good.

Emma bit her lip. “I ran out of Euros. Besides, Bass always tells me to tip bigger for people who
serve you. It’s mandatory that way. He says that these people work extra hard and they deserve to get more than they get per hour. Manual labor is harder work.”

“Fucking Bass! Why does he have to be so perfect? You’re such a lucky
beeotch! Now, I would really be pissed off if you went back to my brother.” Lindsey announced. Her voice held a serious tone to it.

Really,
did she have to bring up Carter when Bass was around?