Molly, please answer me.
I stared at my phone before looking back at the door.
My shoulders dropped as I realised what the hell I was doing.
“Fucking moron,” I whispered to myself, running my hand through my hair before pushing my palm against my face. “Absolute fucking idiot.” I groaned.
I dug myself into this hole, but I didn't think I could endure it without dragging him down with me.
“For fuck’s sake,” I said into my palm, squeezing my eyes closed. I wasn't meant to let him calling out her name stop me, but I'd been on such an adrenaline rush that I wasn't thinking.
Because, obviously, texting him as his girlfriend and making him fuck himself with a vibrator I sent him waswaybetter than just bursting in and fucking him and making him consciously cheat on her.
Stellar work. A++ behaviour all around.
“I’m so sorry, the signal died.” I texted back, my old friend Guilt beating me with a stick. “Are you alright? I don't know how long the signal will last.”
No, it's fine. We can end it here. I was just worried about you.
If we don't get to talk again tonight, just know that I love you.
What the fuck was I even doing anymore? Was there even a fucking point when Harry was lying down there with his ass out and asking me to come and fuck him?
Why the fuck did I think I had some kind of moral high ground because I chose the less shitty option? It was all going to end the same, anyway.
“Dom?” I dropped my hand from my face, lifting my gaze to find Bunny looking at me with gleaming eyes. “What are you doing out here all by yourself?”
I nearly hugged her as she swayed towards me. Never in my life had I been so glad to see someone who could be just as viscous as me.
“You look like you’ve been busy.” She smirked as she eyed the patch on my shirt I was doing a shit job of hiding.
“Well, you know I like to leave them before they get attached.” Which was rich, coming from me. “What happened to Damien?” I asked as I slipped the phone into my pocket.
“I wore him out,” she replied with a grin.
I was already the king of dickheads, what was one more shit thing? At the end of the day, not replying to Harry and telling him how I felt while masquerading as Molly was probably the best shout.
“Hey, I found the unopened bottle of champagne, and I'm searching for someone to share it with. What do you say? Wanna get drunk and piss off some of the old pervs?”
“Oh my God, do I!”
She beamed as I walked towards her, throwing my arm over her shoulder and letting her lead me to the bow of the boat so I could do everything possible to forget about Harry.
Harry
Iwas wrecked. I couldn’t sleep after cleaning myself up. The emotional whirlwind of coming while listening to Dom fucking someone else was eating me alive.
I woke to a beam of bright light through the small circular window on my right, and lay there again, staring at the ceiling, wondering what I was going to do when I, as Dom said, ‘got everything I wanted’.
It was only when I heard people moving in the corridor at 7am that I finally dragged myself out of bed, but it was even harder than most mornings. I still dressed myself vaguely appropriately, though I wished Dom was there to take charge.
I had to be on deck earlier than most to practice my next round of speeches. Now that the vote had passed, Mum couldn’t run interference.
Well, that was the idea, at least.
I emerged onto the deck with my Fischer mask in place, glad to breathe some fresh air. My room still stank of sweat and cum. I was turning onto the main deck when I flinched, coming face-to-face with Dom.
Jerking back, my heart thudded so hard in my chest that I choked.
