31 Zara

PART FOUR

“Yes, you silly brat, I fucking love you.”

31

Zara

It was our second last day at the Almas Peninsula. I hated the way my stomach was feeling. So I had dragged Hayden into the club. I giggled loudly at something the tan guy whispered in my ear. My eyes blurry with the flashing neon lights.

“I leave you for one second and you are already flirting with someone else.” I didn’t need to turn around to see who it was. I knew it was Hayden just by his warmth presence behind me and the deep, husky voice rumbling through my ears despite the loud pop music running in the background.

Just his presence made a warm feeling in my stomach, expanding in to my chest and making my heart rate increase. I must be sick. I needed to see a doctor, a cardiologist, and ask them why I was feeling the way I was.

The man across me stiffened, looking over my shoulder and the arm around my waist. I snuggled back into his strong embrace, smiling prettily at the stranger as I leaned my head on Hayden’s s