HARLEM
I stare at myself in the mirror, wondering if I should change my jean mini skirt to jeans when Lexi calls. Finally. I’ve been calling her but ti zones and all keep getting in the way.
"Harlem sweetheart, I’ve missed you. How have you been?" she asks.
"Lexi babe, I’m good. I wanted to tell you that I had a ntal breakdown yesterday. Because I... finally called my mom and then a lot of mories starting rushing in especially when I went for Karaoke." I pout and she gasps.
"Omg, My love. I’m so sorry. I wish I was there with you. God, please tell you’re okay now?" I smile
"I’m fine Lex, Ezra was with actually. He... consoled . Because he found crying on the beach." I mutter.
Lexi gasps. "He what? Wait, we’re talking about the sa Ezra Roth, right? Who is engaged and ALSO in the Maldives?"
"Yeah, but like I’ve been trying to tell you; but ti differences and shit. Also, he’s not getting married again."
"Really? That’s crazy. But like how is he in the Maldives with you though?"
"He said he was already planning a vacation with his friend and decided to make it for 15 others as a gift." I roll my eyes and decide the skirt is fine.
"Yeah, sureeee." She drags.
"My reaction exactly" I scoff.
"But like... that’s cute and the vacation must have cost him a fortune." She says and I nod even though she doesn’t see .
"So? He held you while you cried? That’s literally so cute. Omg."
"Lexi. I have no idea what he wants. Like, what does soone like that want to do with ? He even kind of asked out today and I agreed, as we speak, I’m getting ready."
"Shut up! Be for fucking real. Are you serious?"
I roll my eyes, AGAIN. "Yes, Lexi."
"Okay, first of all, you’re fucking amazing, Harlem. Please you’re the most beautiful, smart, funny, kind and talented friend ever. Who the fuck wouldn’t want to be with you? And it’s a sign, that the two of you are ant to be."
I groan "Lexi, thanks but that’s a fairytale. Soulmates don’t exist."
"Oh, but they do. If not, tell why he still keeps coming back? Like there are enough half naked won he could get with and want him, but he’s there, with YOU. Doesn’t sound like a fairytale to ."
I pause because she’s right, he could literally get anyone he wants. But I’m not convinced. "Lex, you just made more paranoid. What if this is a ga to him? ’Try getting the girl who doesn’t give a fuck by showering her with money and attention’ Oh, and stalking."
It’s her turn to groan. "Can we admit that we both need therapy in different aspects?"
I scoff "What do YOU need therapy for? You grew up fine." I mutter looking for my earrings and avoiding my makeup bag entirely.
"Oh, so now we’re being discriminated. Sweetheart, even a year-old baby should go for therapy. Being on the earth for even a year is enough."
I smile and put it on. "Fine, whatever. I have to go now, I’ll text you."
"Alright love. Say hello to that beautiful Indian Ocean for . And please Har, I want to attend a billionaire wedding if you don’t mind. Bye." She says and cuts. She’s a funny one; I’ll give her that.
I stare at myself in the mirror; I’m wearing a jean skirt with a crop top and beach slippers, my hair is in a bun and I think I look good. Right? What do won around billionaires wear for this kind of thing? I slap my cheeks to stop that self-depreciating thought. If he even dares comnt negatively on any of my outfits, then fuck him; I’ll be sure to tell him that.
I hear a knock on the door and I realize it’s been about two hours already. I grab my phone and open the door and there he is in all his dark hair and green-eyed glory. He’s wearing a basic Tee with jeans. Good, we’re both going casual.
"You look beautiful." I look up at him and he’s staring at like I created a star. I smile at him gratefully.
"Thank you, even though I have no make up on." I say and close the door, locking it.
"You don’t need makeup to be beautiful."
"Tell that to all the won out there who do." I smirk and fold my arms.
"I’m telling it to you, Harlem Tamrin." He says seriously. My smile slips because I can ALWAYS tell when soone is being genuine and it’s radiating off him, it’s scary.
He steps closer to and takes my palm, entwining our fingers. "Thank you for letting in today. Even though not all the way yet, but a sliver." He says staring into my eyes and I’m speechless. Because I feel every inch of burning up like I have a fever. EVERY. INCH
I swallow and look down. "I don’t know what to say to that."
He chuckles a deep rumble and I lt all over again. Who knew chuckling was hot? "You don’t need to say anything, Queen. Let’s go."
We walk to wherever we’re supposed to, out of the room sections into the beach area, and my mind is still fuzzy. I’m silent the whole ti and thankfully he doesn’t seem to mind. He just squeezes my palm occasionally and draws silent circles on it with his thumb. Shit, this was a bad idea. Being around soone as good looking as him? Yeah, it’s a bad idea.
I don’t get to finish that thought as he turns to . "There’s a mini zoo deeper into the island, and a boat ski on the water; I asked the staff. They don’t really have much because we’re on an Island but which one would you like to do?"
I stare at his handso face thoughtfully. "Let’s do both."
He smirks "Both it is."
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