Page 57 of Cocky Cruiser

He gave me an amused grin as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Oh, there’s something there, guppie. I know you feel it, too.”

My cheeks heated as I smiled softly at him. Gripping my hips, Cohen pulled me against him and kissed the top of my head. “We’ll figure it out.”

My heart swelled with happiness. He wanted me and was willing to try to make things work between us.

I looked up at him, propping my chin on his toned chest. He bent down to kiss my lips, then lifted me. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me to the bed.

“Round two,” he said, grinning against my lips.

The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. At first, my half-awake brain thought that Cohen might be getting us coffee and breakfast, but I started to have doubts the more I woke up.

I glanced at the clock on the nightstand before sitting up. It was 10:55 a.m., and check-out was at noon so that didn’t leave much time to have breakfast, get ready, and gather our things.

He wouldn’t just leave like that, right? Not after we talked about trying things between us.

I threw the covers off me and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. I needed to completely wake up first before I could fully process the situation.

After getting dressed, Cohen still wasn’t back. My stomach was knotted, and my chest was tight as the truth glared its ugly face at me.

He left me.

Then I saw the note on the table, and my heart sank. I started to feel sick as I picked it up and read it.

Adele,

Thank you for the best time of my life. I will never forget you. I’m sorry to leave like this, but it’s just better this way. I wish you the best.

Cohen

As I crumpled the paper in my hands, my eyes stung with tears. I couldn’t believe he’d left like that, especially after he’d told me that he wanted something more with me. I felt like some dirty one-night stand that didn’t deserve a proper goodbye.

I guess I really meant nothing to him.

I threw the crumpled ball of paper across the room with a growl of frustration, then balled my fists. Closing my eyes, I took a few deep breaths to calm down and fight the tears prickling my eyes.

Do not cry over him. He doesn’t deserve it.

I pulled myself together and packed the rest of my stuff. If he could just leave me so easily, then I could hold back a few tears and go on with my life, too.

Look on the bright side. You got a free cruise and some fantastic experiences.

I frowned. The memories would remind me of Cohen, and that soured everything. I told myself that the pain and resentment would go away eventually, and then I could appreciate the entire experience.

Or at least I hoped.

I had just enough time to take an Uber to the airport, get through security, and grab a bite to eat before my flight. I wasn’t looking forward to the five-hour flight, especially after the morning I’d had, but there was nothing I could do about it.

I sent a text to Chance with my flight information and sighed. Maybe I’d made too many mistakes in my life and wasn’t going to get the happy ending I’d always wanted. Maybe the heartache I was feeling was my punishment for all the wrong I’d done.

I pushed the thoughts aside. All I wanted to do was go home, crawl into my bed, and never come out. I could do that for the rest of my life, right?

Chapter Eighteen

Imissed Adele. Even though we’d only known each other for a short time, I missed everything about her; her beautiful smile and giggly laugh. I missed hearing her voice and seeing her eyes light up when she looked at me. I missed waking up next to her and slipping my cock inside her tight warmth.

I hadn’t slept well since I returned home to Vegas. Thoughts of her continued to plague me, and I couldn’t get her off my mind. I kept telling myself it was infatuation, and I would get over her soon, but it’d been over a month, and I continued to think of her each day. I still wanted her, and whenever I hooked up with a new woman to try to forget about her, I saw Adele in their place, felt her soft skin beneath my hands, and heard her voice moaning my name.

And I always remembered the last time I saw her. She looked like an angel as she slept in the hotel bed, and it made me feel like a bigger piece of shit for walking out on her like I did.

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