Friends And Dinner at Sunset

Zoey's POV

I know it is late by the time I pick myself up from the cold floor and decide to take a long bath. Stripping out of my morning attire, I step into the cold tub then turn on the faucet.

Plopping down in the interior I listen to the bathtub filling up. A while later I tip my head back and let the soapy lather ease the tension from my aching body— both physically and mentally. I can't help pretending, just for a short while, that I haven't taken the offer and was back home with Kat, and not halfway around the world with a multi-billionaire I cheated on my psychotic ex-fiancé with. Maybe things would have been different. Or maybe not.

I lazily dismiss the thought. Too late for pretending, or even wishing for that matter, everything had run its course. I'll just have to woman up and face whatever brutal obstacle the universe fling in my way.

I lean further back in the tub, letting the warm water and sweet smell of raspberry envelope me.

After a good half an hour, give or