But then again, it didn’t have to.
Ash hopped out of the shower and dove straight into bed. He didn’t even bother to dry off. He was frustrated that he couldn't bask in the afterglow of such amazing sex. And it was amazing. The best he’d had in a very long time. There was a connection between the two of them. A heated one that didn’t stop. Kallie. His Pretty Kallie.
A cheater.
Ash was conflicted. Disappointed. Frustrated at his circumstance. He rolled over and closed his eyes, trying to draw himself into sleep. He had no idea a night with a woman like her could be ruined in such a spectacular way. His body was still coursing with energy she filled him with. His cock was still aching for more. More of the married woman he’d fucked.
He rolled over onto his stomach and pressed his head into the pillow, stifling the yell he really wanted to do.
Instead, he lay there until sleep took him over.
And despite his best efforts, his dreams were filled with her.
Kallie.
His Pretty Kallie.
Chapter 12
Kallie
Kallie sat on the balcony, reliving the events of the night before. She rolled a grape on her plate with her fork, moving her breakfast around instead of eating it. She didn’t feel well. She didn’t even feel good. She felt dirty. Used. Like something was wrong with her.
What made Ash run off so quickly?
Her phone rang and Kallie knew who was calling. The only person who had called her ever since she’d stepped foot onto the island. She picked up her phone and held it to her ear, preparing for the divulging of information that was about to take place.
“Good morning, sunshine. The earth says hello.”
“I don’t think that’s how that line goes, Eris.”
“It doesn’t matter. What matters is how last night went,” she said.
“It came and it went,” Kallie said.
“Is that ... a euphemism?”
“It was a lot of fun,” Kallie said.
“Then why don’t you sound like you had fun? Wait, did you get hurt? Did someone hurt you, Kallie?”
“No. No one hurt me. I mean, yes. But—”
“What? I’m booking a ticket. I’m getting online right now,” she said.
“Eris. Slow down. Would you let me explain?” Kallie asked.
“What happened last night?”
“That cute bartender I was talking about? His name’s Ash.”
“Oh, we have a name now. Awesome. Wait, he hurt you?”
“No. Eris, hush. Ash asked me out dancing, so we went dancing last night.”
“How does this amount to you getting hurt?”
“There was a drunk guy in the bar that kept getting handsy with me. Grabbing me. Yanking me. Things like that,” Kallie said.