Page 81 of Taste of Surrender
Finally, we headed to the airport. As we boarded the plane, I looked at Jasper, who was practically glowing with excitement. Seeing the look on his face made me hard as a fucking rock.
Once we landed in Cabo,we got into the limo I’d booked to take us to the resort where we were staying. Upon arrival, we checked in and got the keys to our suite, then followed a staff member who took our bags.
“Please let us know if you need anything, Mr. Danvers,” the staffer said.
“Will do.” I handed him a generous tip and he left.
Jasper and I walked into our suite and were immediately struck by its breathtaking ocean view. The sound of waves crashing against the shore was soothing. It was the perfect escape from the city.
“Look at this place,” Jasper said, looking around. “It’s amazing.”
“Yeah, it is,” I replied, taking in the luxurious surroundings. “Ready to hit the beach?”
“Hell, yeah.”
We changed into our swimwear and headed down to the pristine sands. The resort’s private beach was a stretch of heaven, almost too good to be true. We spent the afternoon lounging under a cabana, sipping on tropical drinks, and enjoying the warm weather. But it didn’t take long for our peace to be shattered. From behind the palm trees, a cluster of paparazzi emerged, their cameras clicking incessantly.
“Ugh, seriously?” Jasper groaned, slipping on his sunglasses. “Can’t we get one day without them?”
“Guess not,” I muttered, trying to shield my face. I thought for sure security would have made it so we wouldn’t be bothered, but someone at the resort must have tipped off the paps. “Let’s move further down the beach.”
We gathered our things and walked away from the intruders, hoping for a bit of privacy. But the paparazzi were relentless, following us with their lenses, snapping shots of every move we made, and yelling demands.
We tried to put on a brave face, laughing and joking, but I could feel the tension building inside of me.
“Hey, let’s go for a swim,” Jasper suggested, tugging my hand. “They can’t follow us there.”
We waded into the water, the cool waves washing over us. For a moment, it felt like we’d escaped.
Jasper floated on his back, looking up at the sky, and smiled. “This is what I came for.”
“Me too,” I agreed, trying to ignore the figures on the shore.
But as we swam, I could see the paparazzi still clicking away, some of them even wading into the shallow water for a better shot with their telephoto lenses. It was infuriating.
“All right, that’s enough,” I said, frustration boiling over. “Let’s head back to the room.”
Jasper nodded.
On the shore, I grabbed his hand, and we hurried to our room. Once behind the door and away from prying eyes, I pulled him into a hug. “I’m sorry. I wanted this to be special for us.”
“It still is,” he assured me, resting his head on my shoulder. “We just have to make the most of it, despite them.”
He was right. We couldn’t let the paparazzi ruin our time together.
We took alongshower, ordered room service, and enjoyed dinner on our private balcony as the sun dipped below the horizon. The sky blazed with colors, a breathtaking end to the day.
However, before we even got todessert, my phone was blowing up with notifications.
When I looked at the screen, I saw a headline fromStar Nationthat read:
“Surrender’s Malachi Danvers Spotted Enjoying Cabo Getaway with Bandmate’s Brother”
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The restof our vacation in Mexico was spent in much the same way as our first day. When we ventured out of our resort, we did our best to avoid the photographers, but they were skilled at hiding and using telephoto lenses, so they’d gotten plenty of pictures of us to spread around.
