Page 20 of Isla

Isla

Iwokeuphappier, and after my shower, I opened my suitcase and took out one of my many bikinis and a kaftan, ready to spend most of the day lazing around the pool.

I made a quick phone call and ordered a cabana to relax, charging it to the room. The bastard was going to get a shock when he paid the bill.

After grabbing my bag, sunglasses, a hat, ereader and my laptop, I made my way to the outside swimming pool. Once at the cabana, I placed my bag on the lounger inside and strolled to the side of the pool. Sitting at the edge as I stretched my legs into the water, and my arms behind me and I tilted my face to the sun.

This was the life.

Not a care in the world, no work to worry about, no men to argue with, no alphas. It was bliss.

But a loud scream spoiled the serenity. I turned to the sound to see a group of scantily clad girls singing and gyrating to the loud music coming from their cabana. The base overtaking the much quieter sounds from the pool bar.

I smiled. Honestly, I was a little jealous of the fun they were having and I loved to dance myself, having danced like that with Tilly often, though those days were now long gone. Now that she had three alphas and three children. I sighed because I had none.

I rubbed my hand over the back of my neck. The tiny hairs there raising as goosebumps popped along with a prickly sensation on my skin. I glanced around but saw nothing but the palm trees as they waved in the breeze behind me.

I knew Noah had no passport, but I still searched for him. Then I smiled. He wasn’t here, and I wasn't sure why I thought he would be when he never gave me that sensation before, and I doubted it was going to happen now.

But I scanned around the pool area once more, glancing over the top rim of my sunglasses, before I stopped scanning to watch two of the girls fused together at the waist. One girl wrapping her leg around the other’s back as she leaned back and they sung together.

I turned away and flicked my feet, kicking up the warm water, and stared at a swimmer as he swam underneath the water and near to my legs.

It was nice here. The girls were singing loudly, and I smiled as they danced and laughed together. Later I would ask if I could join them, have a little fun before I departed Vegas.

But first I had something to do.

I stood up and strode to my cabana, laid on the lounger, glancing down at my body and towards the water as the sun danced on the water and a couple strolled in front of me. He was holding her hand as they chatted; she was holding her very pregnant belly.

Quick tears stung my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I pushed at the corner of my eyes and inhaled a deep breath before grabbing my laptop from my bag.

Straddling either side of my computer as I opened my emails messages and then checked I could cancel the original Bahamas hotel. Then I flicked through the pages on the website of the Omega Island resort. It was a hotel on Grand Bahamas Island specifically designed to offer a safe environment for omegas to explore alphas.

I glanced at the screen ahead.

Omega Island Resort

For independent omegas who want to be pampered by alphas.

We offer anonymity for all guests of the resort.

Leave your inhibitions at the airport, enjoy the fun, and experience your deepest desires.

And then walk away with your memories.

No strings attached.

Leave your inhibitions at the airport.

Could I do that?

You can do anything you want, Isla.

I continued reading about using a masquerade mask for the entire time the guests were in the resort. The mask allowed an omega to walk away and not be stalked by any of the alphas at the resort.

There were multiple masks to wear, depending on what you wanted to do. Different colours for different levels of fun. White for watching, no sex involved all the way to black–no limits. A variety of colours between, giving me something to think about before I arrived.

I opened the website for the honeymoon hotel I was supposed to be staying at in the Bahamas. A nice, whitewashed building with an amazing pool and a powdery white beach—the typical honeymoon location. I should have been upset. But I wasn’t. My finger tapped rhythmically over the keyboard before I smiled.

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