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I stared at her, making sure to keep my mouth shut. Was she fucking kidding me? All this because I said I didn’t think a woman she was related to was pathetic? How insecure could Felicity possibly be?

I always saw her as a super confident woman. She was accomplished with a doctorate degree, several peer-reviewed publications, and a stellar reputation in the art world—but now she looked like a lost girl.

I wrapped my arms around her. She was going to be my wife—I didn't need to get into unnecessary fights with her about someone who had nothing to do with our lives.

"Hey, come on, babe—you know you're my number one girl." I dropped my mouth to hers, felt her open, and took her taste in—a combination of Hermès 24 Faubourg, her favorite perfume, and the cocktail she'd had at the tiki bar.

An unwelcome memory flashed in my mind.

"You taste floral," I told Elika as I kissed her pulsing pussy, "Do you know that?"

"It's my body wash," she said breathlessly, "Ylang-ylang."

"No, baby, it's you."

Felicity leaned against me. "I'm sorry for being such a…it's just that Daddy always took her side."

"Are there sides to take here? You're his daughter, my future wife, and Elika cleans hotel rooms and serves drinks." As soon as the words were out, I felt ashamed. I was lowering Elika to elevate Felicity. What the fuck was I doing?

Felicity smiled and put her hand on my chest and then dragged it down my stomach to cup my cock, which was hard. Guilt swarmed through me. I was hard because I'd been thinking about fucking Elika. It felt like I was cheating on Felicity and being unfair to Elika.

I kissed Felicity again, desperately wanting passion to take over. Felicity was my future. Elika was a blip in my past. There was no comparison. I needed to get my head back into the game—and stop lusting after my fiancée's cousin.

Chapter Six

ELIKA

"Get out," Felicity screeched when I walked into the bedroom of her and Dean's bungalow to cleanafterI'd knocked several times to make sure no one was there.

Seeing guests have sex was the last thing any of us in housekeeping wanted—and seeing Felicity ride Dean,myDean, wasnothow I wanted to start my work shift.

I immediately shut the door and ran…justranout of the bungalow. I closed the front door behind me and leaned against the trolly that held all my cleaning supplies.

I couldn't unsee Felicity's long and beautiful back as she rode Dean, his hands on her hips, his grunts of satisfaction loud as he asked her if she liked his cock inside her. Tears filled my eyes, and I didn't know why. Or I did, but I didn't want to face the ugly truth—I never got over Dean, and seeing him with his fiancée, the woman he was going to marry, was like walking into a nightmare.

Since I'd seen him, my stress level had increased—I knew that. My despair had become richer, my sense of failure starker.

I wiped my tears and got out of there.

I went to the next bungalow on my list. This time, I knocked and knocked and knocked yet again before I walked in. Once there, I texted Leilani to let her know what happened.

Me:I started my shift with #10. They were having sex.

Leilani:I know.

Me:What? It just happened.

Leilan:LOL! Now, everyone in Hale Moana knows because your cousin called the front desk and made a fuss.

Me:WTF!

Leilani:She wants you fired.

Me:WTF?

Leilani:I'm laughing too hard to talk to her right now. If we fired everyone who walked in on guests doing it…we'd have no employees.

Me:Argh! In #12 now. Talk soon.

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