Chapter 37

It’s late, and he’s out with some blonde bimbo who posed in Playboy, all fake boobs and Botox, with an irritating laugh and a weird pair of overly plump lips. We fly home tomorrow, so he’s letting off steam Carrero style. Loose women, booze, and a nightclub. So very Jake.

I glance at the clock in distraction, noticing how quiet it is when he’s not around to frustrate me. I don’t get his fascination with nightclubs, all that loud, thumping music, grinding bodies, and stifling air. But then Jake’s fascination with jumping out of planes and off buildings is beyond me. He’s the original adrenaline lover and never seems to sit still for long.

It’s a hot, muggy night, and I’m sticky in my sweats and T-shirt. My hair has been up all day, and it feels itchy, with my scalp screaming for release. After dinner, I had a good workout, but I regretted eating first. I’m starving now due to the energy burn-off, but I don’t want to eat more. Besides, food after 8.00 p.m. makes me feel bl