Page 133 of Capri

I’m seasoned enough to know what I can and cannot handle in a relationship. I can’t be with someone who sees the worst in me. I’ve spent too many years alone, fighting a battle against myself over regret and family conflicts.

I refuse to do that anymore.

The saddest part is that I know how hurt she felt, and believe it or not, I know she didn’t mean what she said. The fear of her past came rushing back, triggered by Vivian, and she couldn’t see anything past that.

I understand.

But fuck if I don’t miss her. I’d give anything to binge-watch trashy TV with her and watch her annihilate a bag of mini jawbreakers. It’s the little things I miss the most.

I won’t go to her, though. This time, it’s her move.

So yeah, I’m an angry mess, taking it out on my staff and not giving a shit what anyone thinks about it.

Capri and I are over—I need to accept it and move on.

A knock on my office door startles me, and I shift my eyes to find Romeo…again.

“Yes?” I draw out an annoyed question.

He chuckles, because of course he fucking chuckles. “Miss me?” He grins.

“Hardly,” I reply sharply. “What’s up?”

He saunters to my desk and plops an order sheet in front of me. “For you.”

I inspect it. “This is a booking. Isn’t that Luca’s job?” I ask.

“Yes,” he answers cautiously. “But you’re the only one who can do it. The couple requested privacy. Whatever that means.”

I roll my eyes, catching on real quick. “Romeo, we all know what that means. They want to fuck on the yacht in private, so they rented it out for the day.” I huff.

“It’s smart if you think about it.” He laughs. “Why did I never think of that?”

I ignore him. “What’s this have to do with me? You and Luca are perfectly capable of doing it.”

He shakes his head. “No can do, boss. I only work half days on Fridays and Luca is sick.”

I smirk. “Good thing the booking is for tomorrow then. Luca will be good as new.” I toss the papers his way, and he grabs them before taking a pen and writing my name across the top in black Sharpie.

BOSS MAN

He lifts his face to mine. “Explosive diarrhea. You know how that goes.” His brows raise and I scrunch my nose in disgust. “Chances are, he’ll be down for the count for days. I doubt he’s even left the toilet.”

“Jesus, Romeo…”

He shrugs. “I mean, I can always tell him to suck it up and if he has to shit on the boat, the option is there. It would only be him and the guests anyway.”

“Please don’t,” I plead. “I’ll do it.”

Romeo’s grin is wide. “Excellent. You the man, Jonesy.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Right.” He laughs. “You leave bright and early. Oh, and one more thing.”

I lift my head, expecting anything to come from his mouth.

“Make yourself scarce. Wouldn’t want to upset the guests.” He smiles and exits my office, slamming the door behind him.

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