Chapter 81

Breakfast on deck is amazing after the swim: pancakes and syrup with a fruit cocktail. We have a cook on the yacht who’s only too willing to send food our way whenever we beckon. I like this bonus of being with a super-rich guy, being with Jake. Wherever we go, I’m always well-fed and never have to cook or clean up.

Definitely a perk!

I cast my mind back over yesterday and inwardly hope the next two weeks are not as eventful as our first couple of days here; I may need a vacation to recover from my vacation.

After finishing breakfast, I dig out a book and return to the lounger, trying to put the events all down in one file labeled ‘crazy drunken night’ to stow away in the recesses of my brain. I’m sure most people have those nights and quickly get past them. It’s what I intend to do.

I don’t expect to see any others up at this hour; most stayed up long after the chopper left, and I’m unsure when they finally went to bed. It had been a traumatic night for all