Bianca (As Britney) — End of fantasy
"So stupid! What was I thinking, coming here in her place? Oh it's just a vay-cay. Ha! Britney's life sucks! I'm not Britney. I don't do things like this," I mumbled to myself on the way to the elevator.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Will called out to me, managing to jam his hand between the elevator doors at the last second. "We didn't get to have that conversation. What did you want me to know?" he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.
Like I didn't fucking try. One or both of us inevitably found a reason for that conversation not to happen. Breakfast. Too tired. More sex. Whispered sweet nothings.
In the end, my Harvard brain started working again and I changed my mind about telling him. I didn't really know what I was thinking, coming here. What good would telling him the truth do? I blamed wanting to tell him at all on the booze.
No tie. Wet hair. Shirt half unbuttoned. Sure I had seen all of Will Hunter by now, but not as the delectable mess that he was now. After the last two days spent naked together, this was honestly more distracting than having him naked. My eyes dropped down to his lips, then the bit of skin he was showing through his open shirt.
No. Stop that!
"It's okay. It won't really matter anymore once I leave Cupid's Cove," I said with resolve, readjusting my clothes.
Somehow the jumpsuit didn't quite fit the way it had when I first got here three nights ago. Will pulled the emergency stop switch the moment the doors closed. Wasting no time, he backed me up against the wall, his arms caging me in. His sleeves were rolled up. These were the arms that cradled me as the world shook, that I had fallen asleep in the last three nights. So what? There were countless women that could say the same.
"Somewhat frustratingly irrational woman," Will began.
I opened my mouth to contradict him, but he took one step forward. There was no more room for me to back up. The scent of his aftershave wafting to my nose shut me right up.
"Would you kindly explain to me what is happening? Just moments ago, you interrupted a rather spectacular fuck session saying, we need to talk and now you can't get out the door fast enough. Please, explain," he said in that smug, calm, rational voice of his.
It took everything in me not to scold myself right in front of him.
"That was then, this is now," I said, sticking my nose in the air.
"I don't get it. What changed? All I did was take a call from Harmon. Is this still about your package? Do you want your phone that badly?" he asked, looking genuinely confused.
"No it is not about—" I snapped, cutting myself off.
Anger burned in the pit of my stomach. What was this about? That he already had someone lined up for when he was done with me?
My heart ached as I recalled walking in on Jason and Britney. My situation with Will wasn't the same, I knew it wasn't. I was just a fucked up mess. The wound was fresh. That was why I did all this. Getting on a plane to some foreign place in my sister's stead. Jason was everything I thought I wanted. Him and the law. Now both of those things were lost to me, possibly forever.
"Look, this was fun. Exactly what I needed. An adventure. Something new and different," I said with a small smile. "But now it's time to stop. End of fantasy."
Boy was it different. Sex with Will was, in a word, phenomenal. Life changing. My body had not been touched like that ever.
"But why? Why not keep going for a little while longer?" Will asked, bending his head to nuzzle my neck. "What if we extended your stay for a little while?"
My eyes followed his lips as he spoke. That mouth had kissed every inch of my body. He knew me in and out, at least physically. The offer was tempting.
Who was I when I was with Will? So free and open, so ready to receive pleasure. So ready to play the part of Britney O'Prey, promiscuous supermodel who fucked her twin's fiancé.
That thought left a bitter taste in my mouth. A pang went through my chest as the reality of the state my life was in came crashing down on me once more. The last thing brand new lawyer Bianca O'Prey needed right now was Will Hunter.
"I really know how to pick 'em, don't I?" I said, laughing at myself as I played back the phone call between Harmon and Will in my head.
I almost said and then what? Almost asked about the woman he was avoiding. Would she be joining us? But whoever I was with Will, whoever I had been in that bedroom had retreated and I was left with just plain old me.
"I'm not a billionaire who has everything handed to me, Will," I whispered, looking down at my feet and feeling frustrated that yet another person wanted me to put my life on hold for them.
Then I remembered all the drama with Macy showing up and Britney still being AWOL. Not wanting any part of Britney's shitty life was all the more reason to put Cupid's Cove in my rearview mirror, sooner rather than later.
"I've worked hard for everything I have. Had," I say in a small voice, slumping in defeat. "I need to go home and salvage what I can."
Will's hand reached out as though to touch my cheek, but then he thought better of it and let his hand drop. Determined to leave the elevator in one piece and get the hell away from Cupid's Cove, I squatted a little, crawled out from under Will's arms and restarted the elevator. When the doors opened, I walked right out.
I had barely walked a few feet away from the elevator when I ran into Macy.
"I feel bad enough as it is, Mace," I said.
My mind played out the last three nights before my eyes. The new ways of touching, new sensations and sounds. Me drowning in pleasure. Then I thought back to telling Will that it was time to stop. I didn't dare look at him as I said it. Was he disappointed, even a little?
"Well then you shouldn't have punched up and coming A-lister Shane Banner while pretending to be a supermodel." She hissed, pulling me aside and shoving a newspaper into my hands.
A picture of Britney was on the front page, next to that of one of the guys from the speed dating beach party.
"What did you do, Bianca?" asked Macy, dragging us behind a pot plant.
"Not so loud," I whispered, looking around. "He's suing Britney O'Prey. I don't see how this concerns me. I'm leaving today. Besides, he was asking for it," I said, pointing my finger at the paper.
My eyes stayed glued to his photo, wondering if I interpreted what happened correctly.
"What did you do?" Macy repeated.
Guilt seeped in as she scolded me with a stern face.
"He was the drunk moron who draped himself all over me," I said, folding my arms defensively.
"And?" Macy persisted, fixing me with a glare.
"Okay, so maybe he stumbled and maybe it was an accident. Who could say? A lot of people were hitting on me, touching me and I didn't know what to do so I kneed him in the balls. I'm sorry, okay?"
"You're about to be," Macy said with a sigh. "Guess which agency represents Shane Banner? That's right. Star Agency."