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Chapter Three Rowan

My phone had buzzed at least three times since I began a report for work ten minutes ago. I was getting a bit irritated, since the report needed to be turned in Monday morning bright and early. My boss had been riding my ass all week about it. Even after I told him about splitting up with my girlfriend, he merely reminded me about the report and told me to take time off if I needed it after our next big push.

The phone buzzed again.

I grabbed it off the table, fully intending to yeet that fucker straight to hell. But when I glanced down at the screen, I saw Adam's picture. It was him that wouldn't quit texting me.

Adam: Hey buddy, you doing ok?

Adam: You alive?

Adam: I swear to god, if you killed yourself over some stupid girl, I'm gonna be pissed.

Adam: Okay, well now you're just being rude.

I rolled my eyes as I read. The man was ridiculous. I'd never met a more sassy and inappropriate person. The things that came out of his mouth were almost exclusively the stuff that's meant to stay inside your brain. Not with him, though. He said it all.

Me: I'm alive. I'm just busy.

Adam: Getting laid already??!

Me: No. Work stuff.

Adam: Gross! What the fuck are you working on that for? It's the weekend!

Me: I'm salary. Weekends don't exist, remember? Just like working hours don't exist.

Adam: That's stupid. You should find a new job that's not so soul-sucking.

Me: Where would that be? You got a job offer for me?

Adam: Anyway… Why are you out at the beach or something? You've been through a trauma. You should go relax and grieve or whatever it is you straight people do.

Me: I'm not sure I'm really up for that right now.

Adam: Well, how the hell are you gonna get laid if you don't put yourself out there?

Me: Shouldn't I be taking that time to grieve, like you said?

Adam: Look, I slept with a woman ONCE and let me tell you, the pussy ain't worth the trouble. Just go find another one.

Me: Omg…

Adam: Hear me out Booboo. Put the report down, go to the beach, and get some sun. It'll make you feel better, you'll get some eye candy, and you can start forgetting about old what's her face and start getting ready to find someone that DESERVES you. You worked your ass off for that bitch, and now it"s time for you to take care of yourself.

Me: I hate when you say intelligent things

Adam: I'm here for you, Booboo.

Me: Stop calling me that.

Adam: Absolutely not :P

I sighed as I put my phone down. As much as I didn't want to admit it, Adam was right. Sitting around and burying myself in work wasn't going to help me forget Mia, and it definitely wasn't going to make me feel better. Grieving felt like a strong word for the situation. After all, it wasn't like someone had died or anything. But, in a way, I suppose my life, as I'd known it, was now dead. Just a quick glance up at the unfamiliar cabin surrounding me was enough to prove that.

There was a sudden crushing realization that I would never be going home again. The place I'd lived and built a life with Mia was gone. The past was suddenly and permanently out of reach and the future was dark from where I was sitting. I didn't see how things could possibly get any better. I didn't want Mia back, that was for sure. But I wished I could get back the feeling of knowing someone cared about me and was waiting for me when I got home.

I shook my head. No. I didn't want that anymore. Relationships were for idiots who liked to be taken advantage of. Love was for suckers, and I wanted nothing to do with it ever again.

A sudden rush of anger and depression filled my chest, and I had to push my computer away. I didn't want to think about work right now and as far as my boss was concerned, he could suck my fat cock and do his own goddamn report.

Pushing myself away from the desk, I decided I would take Adam's advice. Going to the beach sounded like a good excuse to get out and do something for me for once. Fuck the rest of the world. I was going to look out for number one this time.

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I hated the beach.

Sure, the sand was beautiful, the sun was bright, the breeze was just enough to take the edge off, and the water was the most crystalline blue I'd ever seen.

But the entire fucking thing was dripping with couples.

There were a couple of teenagers making out like there was no tomorrow. An old couple walked along the beach, hand in hand, picking up interesting looking rocks. A crunchy organic farm looking couple carried buckets and picker-uppers, grabbing trash and laughing as they went. There were even a pair of toddlers holding hands while they built shitty sandcastles near the water.

Worst fucking place ever.

And then there was me. I was back near the treeline, trying to keep in the shade and away from all these goddamn tourists and their perfect fucking lives. Seriously, if I saw one more person smile, I was going to puke. These people were the worst. How dare they all be so happy? Didn't they know that my life had literally just fallen apart? Wasn't it obvious from the cloud hanging over my head? The giant one that read ‘my girlfriend cucked me in our own bed'.

People were the fucking worst.

I'd gone through all the trouble to gather up the supplies I needed from Adam's garage, hauled them out to the beach, and then set up all this fucking bullshit so I could pretend to be doing self-care. And now that I'd gotten it all set up, I wanted to leave. I wanted to forget about all these happy people and go back into my dark corner of the cabin until the summer was over. There was just too much hope in the air and it left a bitter taste in my mouth.

Fuck, I was grumpy.

So I gave it a half hour. I thought it deserved at least that much. But, by the time I hit fifteen minutes, I couldn't take the laughter and the constant noise anymore. I just wanted to be anywhere else.

With a sigh, I got up and started to pack my things. I stuffed everything back into my bag, folded up my chair, and headed back toward the parking lot. Several times I had to avoid people on the ground or dodge around running children who were fucking oblivious, apparently. One of them nearly ran me over and when I sidestepped, my foot contacted something fleshy instead of sand. I tried to catch myself, but it was too late.

I was going down.

My bag flew off my arm as I hit the sand. Thanks to my excellent luck as of late, I landed on the hard ass chair instead of the cushy sand. A low groan left my lips as I laid there for a moment, hating everything in existence. This was absolutely the last time I ever let Adam talk me into anything.

"Are you okay?" a voice said.

I glanced to my right, a pair of bright blue eyes staring back at me. My mouth opened to reply, but then I was struck with a sudden sense of familiarity. Had I seen this dude before? I looked him up and down, taking note of his short dark hair and tanned skin. Of course, I couldn't help noticing his lithe muscled form and the tight little trunks he was wearing. They left nothing to the imagination, and considering the bulge, the dude was packing.

"I'm fine," I said at last, tearing my eyes away from his visible penis line. "Sorry."

"You and I need to quit running into each other like this," he laughed.

I furrowed my brows, looking up at him. "Excuse me?"

"Last night," he said. "At the store. I ran into you in the checkout line by accident."

My eyes widened. "I thought you looked familiar.

He blushed a bit. "Here. Let me help you."

"Don't worry about it–"

"No, I don't mind."

"Really, it's fine."

But he was already picking up my things and putting them back in my bag. I sighed, pushing myself back to my feet. I gave the chair a kick before I gathered it back up again. The stranger was still grabbing my things, and I had to stand there awkwardly as he did it, not wanting to get in his way or trip over him again.

Of course, it did give me a really good view of his ass as he bent down to grab my book I'd brought and not touched. The fabric of his trunks was stretchy, pulling over his tight little bubble butt. I couldn't help a low groan as I stared. It was a nice ass. Like, easily one of the best I'd ever seen.

When he turned around, I tried to act like I hadn't been looking, but he just smiled, putting my bag over his shoulder.

"I'll help you carry it to your car," he said, as if that were a normal thing to do.

"You don't have to–"

"I want to," he said, cutting me off. "And I could use the stretch."

He leaned back, holding his arms out wide as all the muscles along his body rippled. I practically started drooling on the spot, but quickly snapped myself out of it. I'd literally just broken up with my girlfriend and I already knew dudes were not my thing. Besides, he wasn't hot. It was just a lot of… skin, I guess. Yeah. That was the issue. Skin.

My dick getting chubby was just the heat and the sun. Definitely not this guy. It couldn't be.

"Fine," I sighed.

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