3 Yacht

I hear engine sounds, waves crashing against a hull. Seabirds cry out as a sad classical symphony plays in the background.

Is it just my imagination or did I smell black coffee in the ocean air?

My palms got a hold of thick coverlets. Silky sheets. I opened my eyes in panic.

"Oh, sorry. Did I wake you?" Two muscular arms slipped around my waist while a pair of lips brushed the back of my neck, making me shiver. "It's ten o'clock in the morning. I've been waiting for you to wake up so we can eat breakfast."

Oh, great. I'm in a fancy room with couches and sofas, throw pillows, windows all around with thick curtains, and no knowledge of how I ended up here.

Welcome to the twilight zone, Diana.

"I'm not a morning person." I yawned instead as I clutched the blankets, pulling away from him. I rubbed my eyes as I laid back down the bed, staring at him as he stood up, ignoring my aversion to his unexpected skinship.

Everything will be back to normal. I chanted a hundred times in my head.

Maybe, a drug must have slipped into my champagne at the Christmas party and it has made me delusional.

I willed him to disappear but he's still here.

With me.

And we're alone.

He went to the kitchen and poured the black coffee he prepared on the sink.

"Your confession ten years ago." He regarded me solemnly as he cracked the beer cans open and poured it into the glasses. "I'll accept it right now."

My brows knotted in confusion. "You have got to be fucking kidding me."

"Why?" He grinned. "Does your confession had an expiration date?"

"But you didn't reply to my text message." I clenched my fists.

I want to punch his beautiful face right now. Just to make him ugly so he can't coax this kind of response from me anymore.

"Did I reject you personally or thru text?"

"No," I replied calmly. "But you did not answer."

"Exactly. I didn't accept or reject you ten years ago so your offer of asking me out still stands."

My heartbeat pounds wildly in anger. "You're crazy!"

I'll be your boyfriend." He said nonchalantly. "I'm sorry for being late. For a decade."

"The f*ck are you talking about!"

"You're single and I'm single." He shrugs. "What could go wrong?"

There are one thousand and one reasons this kind of logic goes wrong.

"My kick must have hurt your nuts so much that's why it has short-circuited your brain. " I spoke slowly, crossing my arms as I backed away from him. "Yep. That must be it. Let's forget this ever happened. I'm going home."

I ran to the door but something stopped me in my tracks. Strong wind whips my long blonde hair. A stainless steel banister blocked my escape as the saltwater in the ocean air stung my eyes.

Ohmygod.

I'm in his luxurious yacht and I've got no other modes of getting home by myself.

I hear his bare feet slapping against the deck. I turned around to face him as he wore his designer sunglasses on like it's his right.

"We will be heading to my parents, darling." He said as he approached me with ease. "And you can't go home not until we're married."