Page 18 of Fake Dating Adrian Hunter
“Nothing. I’ve been known to talk in my sleep and I’m curious. Would you just answer the question?”
“I didn’t hear anything.”
Whether it’s the truth, I’ll take it. I make a mental note to researchsleeping orgasmsthe moment I return to my bungalow and what they look like to an onlooker. Shit, they better look like nothing.
“I’m leaving.” I turn my back on Adrian and head for the front door. “Don’t talk to me again.”
“I saved you from drowning. You owe me big time.”
“I wasn’t drowning!” I storm out of the bungalow, slamming the door behind me.
As soon as those words leave my mouth, and with the silence that now surrounds me, I remember that part of the night and how truthful his words are. Adriandidsave my life. Ishouldbe thanking him, but I can’t. There’s no way I will ever show gratitude toward that man.
* * *
So, apparently, they’re silent—the sleeping orgasms—which means I wasn’t moaning and screaming Adrian’s name during my sex dream. Thank God. It still doesn’t clear my doubt about saying other embarrassing stuff while drunk. Could this week be off to any worse of a start?
I want to hide in my bungalow forever, but I’m in hangover mode, which translates to starving. After getting a new room key from reception, taking that bleach bath I spoke of, and burning Adrian’s towel, the bags under my eyes are packed with concealer and I’m ready to brave the breakfast buffet. Guests are staring at me as I walk through the resort. I hear their whispers. They’re all variations ofTypical. Has to be the center of attention, even if that means ruining her sister’s time in the spotlight.
Aunt Gloria passes me at the pool. “How are you feeling today, sweetie? That Adrian is such a gentleman for taking care of you.”
I force a smile and keep walking, thankful for the distraction when my phone buzzes with a text from my group chat with Darius and Zac.
Zac:The good news is I found Penny and she’s coming to Australia with us.
Verena:Great! What’s the bad news?
Darius:There’s a blizzard in New York. We can’t fly until weather conditions clear up.
Verena:FXDSJK!! Use your teleportation skills or something. Jake is here!
Zac:You’re joking, right?
Verena:What kind of joke is that?
Darius:Hang in there, baby. You can do this.
The staring from guests continues, even when I arrive at the buffet. I grab a plate and pile it high with every bit of salty food that will cure this hangover. I know it’s frowned upon, but I’m considering taking the food to go and eating in my room. Wait. Why didn’t I order room service in the first place?
I grab cutlery and turn to make a run for it, but my body locks up at the sight ahead of me. Jake, of all people, is heading in my direction with a girl hanging off his arm. It has to be Her. Why is she even at this wedding? Is she Tory’s friend or Phoebe’s? Neither of them would know she’s the one my boyfriend cheated on me with. But still…
She’s got her body out on display, wearing a triangle bikini to breakfast. Who does that? I’m trying to eat here, not vomit. And she’s a blond. Of course she is. Her tits are huge. I bet they’re implants. That tan can’t be real either. And she’s young. So young.
I’m still contemplating running, but all three of us have made eye contact. Six months of avoidance has narrowed down to this moment—I’m about to be introduced to the homewrecker that tore up my life.
“Verena, we should talk,” Jake says with the same sympathetic tone he used last night. Ihateit. His pity is one thing I can’t stand.
“Sure, another time, though. I’m busy.”
I walk off with my food, but She calls after me in her sweet little voice. “I’m a huge fan, Verena. I love all of your designs. I’m a model.”
I turn back to them, speechless that She has the nerve to say such a thing to me. Next, She’ll be asking for a modeling contract.
“This is Hannah,” Jake says, like I don’t already know her name. “Your performance last night… I’m not blind. I understand what’s happening. You’re struggling to see me. I can only imagine how difficult this must be for you, especially with Hannah here.”
Ugh! This is exactly what I wanted to avoid.
“You’re hung up on us. I can see you’re still in love with me—”
