Chapter - 316
Two days.
They had forty-eight hours of absolute, hedonistic perfection. The private cay off the coast of Fiji was a place where time didn't exist. There were no clocks, only the sun rising and setting over the turquoise water. There were no laws, only the whims of three people who had survived hell and decided to build a heaven on top of it.
Rick sat on the edge of the infinity pool, his feet dangling in the water. The sun was setting, painting the sky in violent shades of bruised purple and bleeding orange. He held a bottle of Cristal in one hand and a half-eaten lobster tail in the other.
Behind him, inside the open-air living room of the villa, Sharon and Nadia were arguing over music. It was a playful argument, the kind that usually ended with someone getting thrown into the pool. Sharon was wearing one of Rick's white dress shirts and nothing else. Nadia was wearing a silk robe that cost more than a mid-sized sedan.
Life was good. Life was perfect.
