“You will never touch me again!”
“Abby, give me a chance to explain! I made a mistake, come on, you have to let me make it up to you!”
I was completely disgusted as I watched him groveling for my forgiveness. My lip curled up in a snarl as I spat my words at him.
“Don’t call me, don’t text me, don’t email me, and forget you ever met me!”
The tears wanted to come but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. I narrowed my eyes at him and with a voice filled with dead calm I said the last words I would ever speak to Scott. “You don’t exist to me anymore.”
He was shocked and speechless as I turned away from him and went to the kitchen to get my pudding. He didn’t deserve it so I took it back and planned to enjoy it myself. The tears silently rolled down my cheeks as I went back home and cried myself to sleep. Scott had ruined everything.
He tried to contact me every single day, multiple times a day, but I refused to communicate with him in any way. I had found out through the grapevine that big boobs wasn’t the first girl he had cheated with. I felt so dumb that I had ignored all the signs. We hadn’t had sex in five months, but he kept saying it was because work was stressing him out. I believed him because I had seen some documentary that said men’s stress levels directly affect their desire for sex. Scott also worked late a lot, but I didn’t notice because so did I. I would be at the dance studio until 10:00 many nights. Silly me thought how great it was that my boyfriend and I both had late schedules and how perfect it was because I didn’t have to worry about him being upset that he couldn’t spend time with me. I never really doubted him and that was my first mistake. I really thought that we were going to get married one day.
I couldn’t stop crying so I asked Claire to take a quick vacation with me so that I could get away from him and get him out of my mind. She was always up for a vacation so we booked a trip to Cancun the following week.
We took our family’s private jet to Cancun and someone from the hotel met us at the airport when we landed. Our bodyguards were with us and they blended into the crowd but they were never very far from us. Yes, we had bodyguards. Claire and I’d had bodyguards all of our lives so it was second nature for us to have them around. We used to complain about our lack of privacy and we begged our dad to let us travel without them but he wouldn’t even entertain the idea.
I remembered his words very clearly. “Girls, the attempted kidnapping of billionaire’s children happens way too often. As my children, you will always be a target.” It was true, as the offspring of Joshua Hunter, we learned at a very young age that we were not like other children. So, even though we didn’t always see them, our bodyguards were always around.
When we arrived at our hotel it was around 2:00 p.m. and Claire and I immediately changed into our bikinis and went to the beach. Our bodyguards were able to take a break for a few hours because the only people allowed on the private beach were guests of the hotel, and my father made sure that all of the guests were checked before the travel agent made our reservation. Daddy never let us stay anywhere without knowing who would be around us.
Our room was about 500 feet from the gorgeous white sand so we were there in less than two minutes. I settled into a lounge chair and closed my eyes, listening to the waves crash against the shore, the sun beating down on me as Claire went to dip her toes in the water.
I took a deep breath and smiled to myself. This is more like it.
A few minutes later Claire went back to the room to get more sunscreen and as I turned over on my stomach I heard the most delicious male voice.
“Can I get you something to drink, ma’am?”
I glanced up and peered over the top of my sunglasses at the sexiest man I had ever seen. His dark hair fell lazily over his eye and his tan muscular arms begged to be touched. I wanted to run my fingers along his skin, up over his toned biceps and glide my fingers through his hair. I was instantly mesmerized. Never before had I had this type of reaction to a man.
I sat up so that I could get a better look at him. Oh yeah, that’s what I would call smokin’ hot. His dark eyes roamed over my bikini clad body and I could tell that he liked what he saw.
“I didn’t realize that the hotel sent someone to the beach to get refreshments for us.”
Tall, dark and sexy gave me a little smile. “Yes, ma’am, we want to make your stay here as pleasant as possible.”
“Please don’t call me ma’am, my name is Abby. And you are?”
“My apologies, Abby. My name is Zane, so if you need anything just ask for me. I am at your beck and call.”