Chapter 538
Chapter 538:
“Still haven’t given up on fixing me up, have you p>
“No, and I won’t stop until I see a genuine smile on that face of yours p>
I leaned down and kissed my best friend’s forehead. “Thanks, Yvie p>
“You’re a liar,” I said the moment she picked up the phone.
“What did I do?” Yvaine yawned.
“You told me this was a singles’ cruise p>
“Yeah p>
“It’s not p>
“Why not p>
“I saw Ashton.” I closed my eyes, but his image wouldn’t leave.
It had been close to three months since I’d last seen him. It should have been impossible, yet he seemed taller somehow.
Everyone else wore T-shirts and Bermuda shorts. He had shed his jacket, but the black shirt and black trousers remained, making him both impossible to ignore and impossible to approach. Add his aura of aloofness, that silent warning to keep away, and people steered clear.
Even the girls brave enough to be drawn in by his face lost their nerve when they noticed the woman beside him.
“Did you?” Yvaine’s voice was falsely surprised. “What a coincidence p>
“Liar. Did he put you up to this p>
“Nope p>
“Lie again p>
“Still nope. He’s single, isn’t he? So are you. Like I said, this is a singles’ cruise.” Smugness clung to her words no matter how hard she tried to hide it.
“This isn’t over. The moment I get off this ship, I’m coming to your house p>
“Yeah, yeah. You can do whatever you like when you get off, which won’t be for another week. Meanwhile, have fun!” She hung up.
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I tossed my phone onto the bed and then followed it, lying flat on my back, staring at the low ceiling.
Seven days, trapped on the same boat as Ashton, the man I had spent two months trying my damned hardest to forget.
Could there be anything worse?
It turned out, the answer was yes.
The only thing worse than running into your ex was running into him with his new girlfriend, while you stood there, pathetically alone.
At the welcome ball, which was basically a singles’ mixer, I had wanted to turn and leave the moment I saw them. But the crowd behind me—a pack of college kids—pushed forward, and I was carried along with them.
Lea wore a wine-red dress with a flaring hem, her auburn hair pinned in an elegant knot. She clearly loved red, and I had to admit, it suited her.
She wasn’t clinging to Ashton’s arm, but the way she leaned in close, whispering now and then, made it clear enough they were together. I kept my distance, though I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. He must have felt it.
The moment he turned his head, I ducked behind a column.
Then I cursed myself. Why was I hiding?