I returned to California on Sunday night completely worn out! Worn out and without seeing the sea at all because Austin didn't let me leave the room all day Saturday. By Sunday, I was so exhausted that I just lay in the hotel. At least I managed to drag myself to the airport.
"You look grumpy. Didn't you have fun, darling?" Austin walked beside me and asked after we had sorted out our luggage.
"Yeah, fun with ghosts," I replied without looking at him. I hate him. I hate this pervert. Can we just go our separate ways right here?
"I'll take you again next time," Austin said, putting his arm around my shoulder. Ha! It'll be the same, believe me.
Bzzz bzzz bzzz…
Austin's phone rang. He glanced at me and smiled.
"Darling, go wait in the car. Start the engine. I'll just take a quick call a
