Free Overboard by Delilah Fawkes

Lush Curves 4: Overboard (A BBW Erotic Romance)
     
    By Delilah Fawkes
     
     
    Aolani
     
     
    I hadn’t spoken to Gavin Fletcher in three days. Not since I confronted him with that gold ring he kept hidden away. Not since he’d refused to answer whether or not he was married. Not since I’d cried myself to sleep, cursing him into my pillow, instead of being held in his arms like I’d wanted.
    Not since he’d broken my trust, and, if I was being honest with myself, my heart.
    Because as much as I wanted to deny it, I knew now that I was falling for him. That I had fallen for him, not that it mattered now. Why wouldn’t he answer me unless he really was married? It was just too insane. I hated myself for letting this ever happen.
    Aolani, good girl and work place professional, had fucked her married boss, and now the consequences of her carelessness were crashing down upon her.
    Grandma would be so proud.
    It made me sick to my stomach just thinking about it.
    Since that night, Gavin and I had remained cordial, but silent, moving around one another like a carefully choreographed dance. When he was making breakfast, I was out on the porch, enjoying the ocean view. When I was getting ready for a shoot, he was off taking care of some shareholder business in his study. When we celebrated at night, he was with the yacht crew, and I was spending time with Sandra and Thomas, picking their brains about the photography industry.
    If people knew we were avoiding one another, no one said anythin g, and for that, I was extremely grateful, although secretly, I worried about my job. Was he reviewing the pictures we’d taken in the jungle? What about the shoot in the waves? Did he like where his campaign was going? Or would this fight, this whole stupid affair, make him hold a grudge against me? Against my work?
    The last thing I needed was to piss off the CEO of the campaign I was working on. All I wanted was a shot—a chance to network with people who could make my dream of owning my own photography studio a reality. And if my lack of self control ruined that opportunity, I knew I could never forgive myself.
    Thomas was using my ideas for every shoot since the first one in the mud, and I knew my name would be mentioned when the campaign was shown to the investors. But an angry CEO could change all of that, could snatch my dream away from me before it even became a reality. Just as easily as he fired that model the day he hired me, I could be ruined.
    Gavin Fletcher’s warm laugh and hazel eyes couldn’t quite conceal the coldness in times like those, or the sharp bite to his words when I’d confronted him. I was realizing more and more that as much as I thought I knew about him, from lying in his arms, from kissing and loving him… I didn’t really know him at all.
    He was a stranger. And now he was a stranger who could destroy everything, because of my indiscretion.
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    I stood at the bow of the yacht now, trying to calm my breathing and stuff down the panic that was always close to boiling ove r. We were setting sail out of the bay now, headed for Scotland—a two week journey at sea. I’d be trapped with Gavin, and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. The yacht wasn’t like his island mansion. There were only so many places you could go to avoid someone.
    “Smile, Aolani!”
    I turned around just in time to see Thomas waving at me from behind a tripod. Smiling was the last thing I felt like doing, but if I couldn’t stay friendly with the camera crew, at least, this whole thing was worse than pointless.
    I grinned and ran my hands through my hair. He snapped away as the waves broke behind me, sea salt spraying all around me. The wind whipped my hair around, despite my best attempts to hold it down, my I laughed when I saw the excited look on the photographer’s face.
    “Excellent!” He straightened up and flashed me a smile. “Gotta love these journey shots. They’re what’s going to round