We left the hotel the next morning, we were travelling by ship so i escaped my plane problem. I had this sadness for leaving the hotel maybe because I had gotten used to the sea view, the bar and most especially Mr Bran.

Jamie and i shared alot of eye contact that caused me to blush and laugh sometimes at his funny faces. Jeremy and Karen seemed to have gotten close, I saw them a couple of times together and i could swear Jeremy had charmed her pants off. I didn't see Elizabeth much and Joan was somewhere making it with Marcus, they had become really close.. really close. Like really close to the extent I caught them smooching a couple of times. I also saw Trijan, sadly he was with his fiancè. They were together and she was all over him like she owned but technically she did.

I began to wonder if the kiss happened at all or if my imaginations came to life and i was delusional. If we kissed why did he say anything about it? Why hasn't he approached me?.. i was confused and came to a conclusion that I should forget about it.

I stood by the window facing the deck watching Trijan kiss Denise, it was different from the way he kissed me. It looked real and i was sure she wouldn't doubt that. They soon stood up and left the deck, my mind immediately formed images of what they were going to do behind the door of their room and i closed my eyes to the hurt and envy that it wasn't me he was with.

I resigned to a small room on the ship to rest, the images of him kissing Denise's body ran through my head and I could hear her moan from pleasure. It was like a movie in my head no matter how I shook it off it was still there and gradually anger built in me. I was so angry that I threw a vase across the room and it shattered to pieces, like my heart then I became sad. I cried loud I didn't hold it in because it was fustrating and annoying. I didn't even know I liked Trijan that much I thought it was a common attraction But then he looked at me differently, he touched me differently and even kissed me differently. I felt like a fan girl, a delusional fan girl.

Trijan was a part of me I had hid for years, I always avoided meetings that he'ld attend maybe because I didn't feel worthy enough, I felt I hadn't achieved alot like him. He was a business star and a mogul on his own without his dad's wealth that's how loaded he was, then his specially drawn heaven looks and seductive voice, there was this leadership aura around him and this lovely kind of seclusion he does. I felt aside this features there's still something about him that pulls me to him but now i had to ignore it.

We got to the destination, it was a big beach house just after Waikiki beach. It was lovely. It had a tree house theme because it had a pale yellow color and olive green setting with palm trees everywhere. It smelled of spring breeze and coconut trees and a touch of the sea. The feel of the cool wind was refreshing and therapeutic, another thing was the mermaid water fountain that brought no water.

I childishly argued for a room upstairs and after having my way since everyone was a bit uninterested in room choice. I got a room with it's balcony overlooking the sea. I smiled at the large space and beautiful scene. The king size bed was made with white sheets and was soft to a fault. Just how I liked it.

The walls had a pale yellow wallpaper with Gold floral inscriptions and green fluffy rug. I jumped on the bed and sank into it, it was comfortable and had a new bed smell. I slept off afterwards as the wind cooked the room and my body rested.

I woke up while it was quite dark and the house was awkwardly quiet. After I arranged my stuff and had a shower I went downstairs.

I paused midway on the stairs when I heard noises coming from a distant corner of the house. I followed the sound with my fast beating heart till I got to a brown door that was slightly open. I already got the fact that I was alone in the house because there was absolutely no sound but this one I was hearing.

I quickly realized that I was defenceless towards the intruder and had nothing but my slippers as a weapon, so I picked it up and counted
1....2....3

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!" I screamed as I pushed the door open and came face to face to some one cooking shirtless in the kitchen, someone who my slippers hit right in the head.

Trijan

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Sorry for the late update people, I have school work and private issues to handle so I couldn't update
I'm sorry
And i appreciate you all for still opening the book to read it thank you.

The chapter is a bit off and i"m sorry it's been a while since I wrote a storyline but I wrote poems at my book SOLITUDE just in case.