It was like he was playing a game, but to what benefit I am not sure.
Against my better judgment, I walk over to the bed, looking down at him while he sleeps. Romeo looks younger while he sleeps, like the weight has been lifted off his shoulders.
A curl sits on his forehead and I clench my fists, stopping myself from reaching out and brushing it back.
He is not mine to touch anymore.
If he ever was.
With my bags ready to go, I move to the table where a piece of paper sits with a pen. It is not in me to just leave; I need to tell him why.
Romeo,
By the time you wake up and read this I will be back on the mainland. When you came to my rescue outside Comfort Cup, I saw you as a knight in a well-fitted suit. It made me swoon inside and reminded me of the many male characters I have read in books.
Yet, you were so much more.
I am a romantic at heart, and I knew that coming here with you, to pretend to be your girlfriend, it would leave me with a broken heart, and that is exactly what has happened.
You made me see things again, Romeo. I could see that falling in love again could be good for me; it just makes my chest hurt knowing that it will not be with you.
I know that you are probably confused right now, but let me clear some things up for you.
I heard you speaking to Asher about me being a gold digger and only agreeing to be here with you was to benefit me. That is complete bullshit and it hurts so much that you think that of me. It was all bullshit by the way.
I was there for me and for you; your money and name were not factors for me.
When I saw you the night before the wedding with Daniella, that was yet another crack to my already breaking heart. To see you both looking comfortable and intimate by the pool, it made me see that you both still have feelings for each other. And I am not one to stand in the way of love, so I do wish you both well.
It seems that I was a game to you, and that in itself is a fucked-up thing to do to someone. So one day in the future, I hope that you will step on Lego and run out of toilet paper when you are having a sit-down toilet session.
Be safe always, Romeo, and thank you for this incredible week.
Never yours,
Nell
Setting the pen down on the paper, I gather my things, then with one last look at him sleeping in the bed looking like a tasty piece of man meat, I leave.
Pulling the door closed slowly, I wince when the lock clicks loudly in the early hours. With a sigh, I grip the handle of my suitcase and walk down the hall.
A door opens as I reach the elevator and tap the button.
Turning my head to look, I see Daniella slip out of the door to her room.
She freezes when she sees me. Her back straightens as she looks from me to the luggage at my feet, a frown slipping across her face. Shock registers on her face, as she knows what I am doing.
“Nell,” she calls.
The doors open, and before I slip inside, I give her my parting words.
“You win. He is all yours.”
I tap the button to the lobby, and my leg bounces with nerves. I do not think I will settle until I am on the plane.
Coming here was a great idea, even though I knew my heart was at risk, but what a risk to take. After divorcing Keith, I found that men did not appeal to me anymore, and I knew it would take time to trust again.
I trusted Romeo, and look where that got me.
