Absolute heaven.Īfter the show at Madison Square Garden, when Jake did his stage dash to come after me and ask me to marry him, things got a little crazy…well crazier, as life with Jake is always crazy.īasically, I wasn’t thinking straight after everything that had happened that night, and I wasn’t as smart as I should have been. That’s how it’s been for the last two days, and it is heaven. And aside from the staff who live on the island, it’s just Jake and me. I’ve barely seen them since I arrived here. Dave and Ben, Jake’s bodyguards, are with us, of course, staying separately in one of the other villas at the far side of the island. A week of total isolation for him and me.

It’s private and exclusive and has only fourteen villas on the whole island, but Jake being Jake, he has rented out the whole island for a week. More specifically, we’re staying on Turtle Island, one of the Yasawa Islands in Fiji. I reach over and grab my bottle of water off the table and take a drink, letting my eyes drift over the beautiful scenery before me.

“You’re such a romantic.” I roll my eyes playfully. I plan on spending the next five days keeping you in as minimal amount of clothes as possible, if not none at all, and spending most of that time fucking you senseless.” Nothing and no one will get me off this island and away from you. You and I are spending time together here, alone. Ignoring his desire to not talk about work, I say, “Do you need to get back to LA early to sort the problem out?” “There are a lot of things I want to do with you while we are here, Tru, and talking about work is not one of them.” “No.” He lifts my hand to his mouth and brushes his lips across my knuckles, placing a specific kiss on my ring. “Just people not doing what I pay them to do.” “Hmm? Yeah, everything’s fine,” he answers, sounding a little distracted. He looks even more stunning here, with his skin sun-kissed, causing the freckles on his nose to show more prominently. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to how breath-stealing Jake truly is. “All okay?” I ask, turning my head to look at him.

With a sigh, Jake ends his call and tosses his iPhone onto the side table. Fuckin’ idiots…Oh, you know that thing I asked you to do for me…you did? Good, thanks.” If they have a problem with that then remind them they are not irreplaceable…I know. “Just tell them to do the job I pay them to do. Jake is beside me on his own lounger, his hand in mine, fingers laced together, as he talks on the phone to Stuart. Letting my leg dangle off the edge of the lounger, I push my toes into the soft white sand. Pushing my sunglasses from my eyes to rest on top of my head, I tilt my face toward the still hot, early-evening sun.

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