A pod of energetic dolphins weaved in and out of the waves.
“Dolphins!” I shouted.
I grabbed my camera and took a few pictures. Laughing, I jumped up and down like a kid. What a magical experience. Mrs. Leno from the hospice center was going to be so happy! I had promised her a picture.
We enjoyed the rest of our day, and I was the perfect fake girlfriend. Back in town, I doted on his every need and whim. I held his hand and gazed into his eyes. We laughed and told stories over lunch. We had drinks in this great bar with tropical music. He took me shopping, and I never smiled so much. The guy actually made me like shopping.
We went back and had a romantic dinner on the beach. Lots of cameras there too. But I looked into Marcus’s eyes like a woman hopelessly in love. I was fooling everyone, maybe even myself.
* * *
Later that night, we relaxed in our hotel room and watched a little TV.
After Marcus
received a phone call, he turned to another channel.
“What’s up?” I said.
“Got a phone call from my publicist. We’re being featured on that gossip show, TMZ.”
“Us? No way!”
“Yep.”
We kept watching until our story featured.
One of the guys kicked his feet up on the desk. “Yeah, I saw some juicy action in paradise. Barely flew back in time for this show.”
The others laughed.
“Well, it appears our billionaire, Marcus Taylor, is in love. We captured him making out with some chick in St. Thomas.”
The girl on the show laughed. “She’s a little tropical side action?”
“Nah, I don’t think so. He seemed like he was genuinely in love. You should’ve seen the two of them together. It looked like the real deal.”
“It won’t last. It never does.”
“I don’t know. They looked really cute together, and he seemed smitten.”
“So did Cupid shoot him with an arrow or something?”
“I think so. The dude is seriously in love.”
“Well, maybe he’ll grow up.”
“The two showed off some killer dance moves aboard a luxury yacht.”
“So we heard you got some pictures of them making out on the beach,” the girl said.
“Yep.”
They flashed pictures of us, and I blushed.
“These two definitely have the hots for one another,” he said.
The scene went to a commercial and Marcus turned off the television. He then brought me a drink. “They bought it hook, line, and sinker.”