walked in the villa and over to the bed in the middle of the room, sliding one hand on top of the fluffy, white comforter. When she got to the head of the bed, she let her fingers glide through the sheer mosquito netting draped down around the corners of the gorgeous, four-poster canopy. A bright sparkle caught her eye and she looked out of the windows at the foot of the bed to see the shimmering, blue ocean.
She started to say something to Garrett about the view when he strode across the room to the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Parker muttered to herself as she kicked one of her bags across the room. Garrett was pouting like a twelve-year-old. They were friends - that was all. She'd kept her job a secret from a friend to keep him safe. Parker had no idea why he was acting like it was the biggest betrayal in the world. If he would stop behaving like she purposefully set out to hurt him and actually let her explain, he would understand.
She stared at the closed bathroom door for several minutes, realizing he wasn’t going to come out anytime soon.
Knowing she needed to let off some steam, Parker flung open her suitcase, grabbed a few things, and stormed out the door, making sure she took the one and only key card with her.
She figured if he was going to act like a child, so would she.
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After Garrett stormed into the bathroom, he took a shower and was able to calm down somewhat. He wasn't surprised to come out and find the villa empty. He threw on a black pair of drawstring nylon running pants, a black and white Nike t-shirt, a pair of tennis shoes, and went in search of Parker. He hoped he would find her, otherwise he'd have to go and tell the front desk he lost his key card.
And his “wife”.
Parker was grateful that being at a Caribbean resort meant access to the gym at any hour and she had it all to herself. With her iPod plugged in to the gym's docking station and her "Kick Some Ass" playlist pulled up, Bayside's "Sick, Sick, Sick" thumped through the sound system and set the tone for her pissed off mood.
She punched, hit, and kicked out her frustrations for forty minutes, working up a good amount of sweat and unfortunately, even more irritation.
She threw jabs at the Everlast heavy bag that hung from the ceiling as she bounced back and forth on the balls of her feet.
"Fucking childish ass," she muttered, punctuating each word with a blow to the bag.
" Who the fuck are you ?" she said, imitating Garrett's horrified voice as she brought her leg up to the side of the bag and kicked her ankle against it three times.
The song ended and went right into Godsmack's "Whatever" , making Parker smile for the first time that day as she pictured Garrett's face on the bag while she sang along and beat the shit out of it.
"And I don't need your shit today," Parker sang as she spun around, placing her back to the bag so she could kick out behind her, letting her foot connect with "Garrett's" nuts.
Garrett crossed his arms, leaned against the doorjamb of the gym, and watched Parker.
Her skin tight, black capri workout pants hung low on her hips and ended right below her knees. Garrett wondered if he had ever seen a more perfect body than the one before him right then. He forced his eyes up the length of her, taking in her sweat-glistened skin and the sorry excuse for a top she wore. The red sports bra she had on made his eyes focus on how well-endowed she was.
Parker had always been in good shape and whenever asked, thanked the good genes she had been born with. Watching how easily she worked the bag and how quickly she went from one boxing move to the next, Garrett knew that was yet another lie she had told that he could add to the list. Obviously she knew her way around a heavy bag and had probably received years of training to get her to that point.
As he stood there watching the muscles in her arms and
She started to say something to Garrett about the view when he strode across the room to the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Parker muttered to herself as she kicked one of her bags across the room. Garrett was pouting like a twelve-year-old. They were friends - that was all. She'd kept her job a secret from a friend to keep him safe. Parker had no idea why he was acting like it was the biggest betrayal in the world. If he would stop behaving like she purposefully set out to hurt him and actually let her explain, he would understand.
She stared at the closed bathroom door for several minutes, realizing he wasn’t going to come out anytime soon.
Knowing she needed to let off some steam, Parker flung open her suitcase, grabbed a few things, and stormed out the door, making sure she took the one and only key card with her.
She figured if he was going to act like a child, so would she.
<> ~ <>
After Garrett stormed into the bathroom, he took a shower and was able to calm down somewhat. He wasn't surprised to come out and find the villa empty. He threw on a black pair of drawstring nylon running pants, a black and white Nike t-shirt, a pair of tennis shoes, and went in search of Parker. He hoped he would find her, otherwise he'd have to go and tell the front desk he lost his key card.
And his “wife”.
Parker was grateful that being at a Caribbean resort meant access to the gym at any hour and she had it all to herself. With her iPod plugged in to the gym's docking station and her "Kick Some Ass" playlist pulled up, Bayside's "Sick, Sick, Sick" thumped through the sound system and set the tone for her pissed off mood.
She punched, hit, and kicked out her frustrations for forty minutes, working up a good amount of sweat and unfortunately, even more irritation.
She threw jabs at the Everlast heavy bag that hung from the ceiling as she bounced back and forth on the balls of her feet.
"Fucking childish ass," she muttered, punctuating each word with a blow to the bag.
" Who the fuck are you ?" she said, imitating Garrett's horrified voice as she brought her leg up to the side of the bag and kicked her ankle against it three times.
The song ended and went right into Godsmack's "Whatever" , making Parker smile for the first time that day as she pictured Garrett's face on the bag while she sang along and beat the shit out of it.
"And I don't need your shit today," Parker sang as she spun around, placing her back to the bag so she could kick out behind her, letting her foot connect with "Garrett's" nuts.
Garrett crossed his arms, leaned against the doorjamb of the gym, and watched Parker.
Her skin tight, black capri workout pants hung low on her hips and ended right below her knees. Garrett wondered if he had ever seen a more perfect body than the one before him right then. He forced his eyes up the length of her, taking in her sweat-glistened skin and the sorry excuse for a top she wore. The red sports bra she had on made his eyes focus on how well-endowed she was.
Parker had always been in good shape and whenever asked, thanked the good genes she had been born with. Watching how easily she worked the bag and how quickly she went from one boxing move to the next, Garrett knew that was yet another lie she had told that he could add to the list. Obviously she knew her way around a heavy bag and had probably received years of training to get her to that point.
As he stood there watching the muscles in her arms and
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