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28. Hiding

Rosie

What. The. Actual. Fuck!

I didn’t say the words out loud, but that was the only thing going through my head right now.

One minute I was thinking he wasn’t that into me. Next he was rubbing suntan oil over me. Making me feel things I hadn’t felt before. No. That was a lie. I had felt them before. When he’d kissed me in the shower. Back then I thought it was some sort of weird stockholm syndrome. Last night, I’d wanted him to kiss me like that again. This time it was because I wanted him to. Right now I just wanted him to take me back to his cabin and take my virginity. This time I had a choice, and I was going to chose Vincent.

He was the only one who had ever made me feel special. Thinking back, growing up. The only one who had made me feel special was Daniel. Now the thought of it made me sick. He only made me feel special because he had an ulterior motive. Even my Dad never really made me feel that special. Not like Vincent was making me feel.

I didn’t need to be a bridesmaid to know that. Although there was still that little nagging doubt at the back of my mind. What if he turned out to be another Patrick. A man-whore. What if he just wanted me to take my innocence, and then move onto someone else. What if I was just another conquest.


There must have been an expression on my face that I failed to hide. I glance at Gianna to see the pouty look on her face.

“What is it Rosie? Don’t you want to be my bridesmaid?” she sulked.

I forced a smile.

“Of course I do,” I quickly replied, “I just...I think I need to get out of the sun for a bit.”

With that I jumped off the lounger, and ran back to my cabin, with Gianna’s voice yelling my name, which I ignored.

Running along the corridor, my head completely somewhere else, I didn’t look where I was going. I collided into something hard.

When I looked up I saw Roberto. He looked at me and frowned.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, as I took a step back.

I thought he would step out of the way to let me pass, but he didn’t.

“Is everything alright, Miss Ryan?” he questioned.

I was half expecting him to tell me off for running on his boat. He gave off that sort of vibe. The sort of look when you know you are in deep shit, but not really sure why.

I swallowed nervously, and nodded.

“Yes...I mean...No. I think I’ve been out in the sun too long, I just need to lay down.”

He looked at me and nodded, with a knowing expression which said I know you’re lying but I’ll let it pass.

“Lunch will be served in half an hour, unless you would like it in your cabin,” he stated.

I quickly shook my head.

“No, thank you, but I’m not really hungry.”

He narrowed his eyes, but stepped aside to let me pass.

As I walked past I was sure I could feel his eyes boring into the back of my head. I was desperate to look over my shoulder, but decided against it. I walked the rest of the way to my cabin.

Once inside I shut the door and locked it.

I threw myself on the bed with a groan.

It didn’t matter anyway. Get Gianna’s wedding out of the way and I would be heading back with Armando. Then back to school. Back to some sort of normality. This was just like some weird teenage holiday romance. As soon as I got back to school, I would forget about this. I could concentrate on school and then college.

Maybe I had caught too much sun. Maybe I was tired. I don’t know, but I drifted off to sleep, face down on the bed, still in my bikini.


I was woken by a loud bang on the door. In fact several loud bangs.

I groaned, as the noise woke me up and mumbled out a rather annoyed, “what!”

Someone tried the door handle, it rattled but didn’t open.
“Rosie? Are you ok? Open the door.”
I swallowed nervously when I heard Vincent’s voice.
“If you don’t open this door right now, I’ll break it down,” he yelled.
I quickly scuttled off the bed, and unlocked it.
The last thing I wanted was to be blamed for having Vincent shred the door.

I stepped back as the door crashed open.

“You ran off, then you weren’t at lunch. We...I was worried. Are you ok?” Vincent asked, his expression laced with concern.

I stared at him dumbstruck for a few moments. Long enough for him to take one large step towards me, and cup my cheek in his hand.

“Rosie...talk to me,” he pleaded.

I sighed, and took a step backward, needing the space, but hating it at the same time.

I didn’t want to look him in the eye.

“I just needed...” I hesitated.

“What do you need Rosie, just tell me. If you don’t want to be a bridesmaid for Gianna, that’s fine. Hell if you don’t want to go to the wedding, I’ll take you somewhere else. I just need to know that you’re ok. That we’re ok.”

I shook my head. Now he was being ridiculous, and I told him so.

“Don’t be silly Vincent, it’s your sisters wedding. You’re Christian’s best man,” I sighed, “besides I have no idea what we are.”

I looked up, and our eyes met.

“What are we Vincent? What am I?”

I sighed again, “You’re probably just another Patrick,” I mumbled.


Vincent’s eyes narrowed.

“Who the hell is Patrick? You told me you had never been kissed. Was that a lie?” he accused, angrily.

I took a step back, I was closer to the bed than I thought. As the back of my knees hit the edge I landed with a thud on the bed.

Vincent stormed over, and gripped my chin in his hand.

“Who is he Rosie? Who is Patrick?” he growled.

“N...No one, just a boy. A boy from school,” I gasped.

Vincent let go of my chin, and folded his arms.

“And?” he questioned.

“He had every girl in the school...except me,” I added quickly.

“He’d fuck one and move onto the next. I was the last, but I refused him time and again. I didn’t want to be just a notch in someone belt. I don’t want to be a notch in your belt either Vincent,” I huffed.


Vincent took a step back, and unfolded his arms.

“Is that what you think you are to me Rosie?” he questioned.

I looked at him and shrugged.

“I don’t know. One minute you’re all over me, the next you barely even touch me. Then your sister asks me to be a bridesmaid at her wedding like some kind of setup. I might be young, but I’m not stupid!”

Vincent looked at me, smiled, then shook his head.

“Oh Rosie, if only you knew.”

Then he held out his hand.

“Come with me,” he demanded.

I frowned.

“Why? Why can’t you just be honest with me. One minute you’re trying to seduce me, then the next you’re giving me the cold shoulder.”

Vincent sighed deeply.

“Come with me, and I’ll explain everything.”

I reached out my hand to grab his, then I quickly snatched it back.

“I need to get dressed,” I huffed.

Vincent shook his head.

“No you don’t, you’re fine as you are, now come one.”

He grabbed my hand before I had a chance to snatch it away, and literally dragged me out of the cabin door.


I recognised almost immediately where we were heading, as I saw the study door ahead of me. Where Armando had found out about my kidnapping and subsequently adopted me like a grand-daughter.

But why were we here now. What did this have to do with me and Vincent.

Vincent didn’t even know, he just opened the door, and pulled me inside.

Armando was sitting at the desk, he looked up, a look of surprise on his face, although he didn’t seem angry.

Vincent pointed at the chair in front of the desk.

“Sit,” he demanded.

I swallowed nervously and sat down. I wasn’t sure what was going on.

Vincent stood behind the chair, and rested his hands gently on my shoulders.

I looked up at him, to see him glaring at his father.

“padre, è tutta colpa tua, pensa che io non la voglia, pensa che io sia un giocatore!” [father, this is all your fault, she thinks that I don’t want her, she thinks that I’m a player]

Armando rolled his eyes.

“Questo è per il suo bene, per il tuo bene.” [This is for her own good, for your own good.]

That was enough. I just snapped, and stoodup. I glared at each of them in turn.

“Stop!” I yelled, “at least have the courtesy to speak in English. Rather than talk about me in front of me in a language I don’t understand!”

Armando sighed, then he nodded.

“Apologies, piccolina. Sit down. Perhaps Vincent is right, but I only ever had your best interests at heart.”

I sat back down again, more than a little confused.

I felt Vincent’s hand rest gently on my shoulder, he thumb gently rubbed my neck.

“Would someone please tell me whats going on?” I demanded.

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