Justin’s POV“Can I have the key? I left something in the room.” Ayva asked just as we arrived at the reception. “I’ll be back real quick.” She said before running over to the elevator. I walked over to one of the green couches in the waiting area and took a seat, patiently waiting for her to get back. “Senhor,” a feminine voice called with a gentle hand placed on my shoulder. I looked in the direction of the voice, a look of familiarity shining in both of our eyes. “It’s you.” She said in Portuguese. Her eyes shone with surprise as if she never expected to run into me again after our little encounter that morning. She flashed me a wide grin and to be polite I gave her a small smile. She must have taken it as an invitation because the next thing she did was sit next to me. Maybe I shouldn’t have tried to be polite. “I don’t remember getting your name earlier.” She said. Maybe that was because I told you what it was…“I’m Alexia,” she said with an arm outstretched. I must have tak

Justin’s POV"I forgot to ask, how's Ethan doing?" Ayva suddenly asked, catching me off guard. I felt a mix of surprise and relief that she decided to break her silence. It was the first time she had spoken to me since we boarded the cruise ship.Gabriel, one of the staff members on deck, had given us a tour of the ship, a journey that lasted about thirty minutes. Throughout the tour, Ayva remained silent, not sharing her thoughts on the ship's ambiance and facilities. Even when I asked for her opinion, she simply nodded. There was no excitement or joy, unlike the previous day on the jet. Most of the time during the ship tour, she was engrossed in her phone.I blamed myself for the situation.If only I hadn't stared at Alexia as she left. If only I had been more mindful of where my gaze wandered.I had attempted to address the issue multiple times since then, but each time, she found a way to deflect the conversation before it could even begin.When I tried to broach the topic at the

Ayva’s POVDinner turned out to be amazing. Justin had arranged for a private chef to whip up a delicious Greek dish, the name of which slipped my mind. However, the wine stole the show. Although I wasn't a big drinker, I found myself downing more than half the bottle. I should have stopped when I started feeling a bit tipsy, but I just couldn't resist.Suddenly, my phone rang loudly, breaking the serene atmosphere. Justin peered curiously, asking, "Who's that?"We were dining on the balcony of the ship, surrounded by a stunning night. The cool breeze gently caressed us, while the moon's silver glow illuminated our faces. The stars sparkled brightly above, creating the perfect romantic setting.As I glanced at my phone, I hesitated, unsure if I should reveal the caller to Justin, who sat at the opposite end of the table. The name "Aiden" flashed on the screen, and I debated whether to answer, pondering Justin's reaction."It's Aiden," I murmured, but before I could act, Justin command

Ayva’s POVJustin had kept his words like a true gentleman. Even when I tried to seduce him and get him in bed, he didn’t budge. Two days had passed since the day he made that vow and although I’d significantly gotten better, Justin wasn’t convinced. We’d left the ship that night as Justin’s only made a twenty-four-hour reservation. He’d wanted to pay extra cash for us to extend our stay there but I’d told him not to. Just because he had an abundance of money didn’t mean I felt comfortable with him throwing it around for me. It was our fourth night there. During the day, we’d gone to the beach and joined this four-hour cooking class for young married tourists where we learned how to make some popular Greek dishes. Justin had made us wear a matching ring before we got there so everyone would believe that we were truly married. The experience was beautiful yet I couldn’t be truly happy about it. Justin must have noticed because after we left the cooking class, he kept insisting that

Ayva’s POV"Ayva!" Eleanor exclaimed, her bleached white teeth gleaming as Justin and I stepped onto the yacht. I almost thought we wouldn't make it on time due to the heavy traffic we encountered. Eleanor had mentioned the yacht would set sail by 7 pm, and by the time we arrived, it was already past 7 pm.She embraced me in a tight hug, that one would think we were best of friends. Despite her petite frame compared to mine, her grip was surprisingly strong, she had a strength one wouldn't expect from someone like her.Eleanor was the host of the party and the yacht belonged to her husband, Tom. Eleanor was a pretty girl. She looked to be in her early twenties. She was tall, standing at about 5ft9 with blonde hair and captivating blue eyes. She’d said that she used to work as a supermodel and had met her husband, Tom, at a fashion show in New York. According to what she’d told me, she and Tom had met six months before deciding to tie the knot. For their honeymoon, they’d opted to tra