Chapter 8

Drone of the yacht engine woke me up. A sunbeam hits my face that makes me groaned. I could feel my body waving along with the ocean waves crashing on the yacht. Eyes still partly closed I pulled myself from the cot.

Where's Viviane? I streched my arms and opened the door. That bitch, she didn't even bother to wake me up. 

I peeked a look at my wrist watch. It's already 7 in the morning, yet we're still here in the midst of ocean. We were travelling for almost half of a day, using Viviane's private yacht, and just paid someone to drive for us. She's indeed living with everything laid out in front of her. Born with a golden spoon in her mouth, so am I?

"Here bitch!" I turned my head on wherein Viviane's voice came from. She waves her hand, sitting comfortably on the deck. I had sneered at her when I saw her holding a bottle of liquor.

For pete's sake, is it her way to greet a new day? Sometimes she's hard to read. Weird and inexplica