[~Song Recommendation: Perfect by One Direction~]
Ethan listened quietly as Cammy vented, occasionally offering brief responses. He knew that talking things out would ease some of the weight on her heart, and being there to listen was the best support he could offer her right now.
An hour passed before the driver that Ethan called in arrived, and in that short time, they'd already had quite a few drinks—enough for Ethan to get drunk.
"Cammyyy, call me when you're ready to go after that bashtard hushband of yoursh! I'll join you in battle! Let'sh kick him right in the ballsh!" Ethan slurred as Cammy and the driver helped him into the car.
"Alright, alright. Seriously, after all these years, you're still a lightweight! Don't you have company parties where you drink with your co-workers?" Cammy teased, but Ethan was already out cold as soon as he slumped his back into the seat.
Shaking her head, Cammy waved goodbye to the driver and headed back to the bar to finish the drink Ethan left behind.
She ordered another, but the bartender just gave her a look and stood in front of her. "Miss Cammy, you've had enough. It's time to call it a night."
"My alcohol tolerance is way better than my friend's, so don't worry. I can handle it," she insisted.
"Alright, but this is your last shot. After that, you're heading to bed, got it?" the bartender replied firmly.
"Aye, aye, Captain!" Cammy responded with a mock salute.
After finishing her last shot, she decided to take a walk on the beach to clear her head. Now that Ethan was gone, the sadness crept back in. That empty void she'd felt since marrying Duncan was growing, reminding her that she'd been alone in her marriage from the very start.
She was almost at the shore when she heard a commotion coming from one of the beachfront villas. Knowing that Ellie and Felicity were already asleep and that the night manager had the day off on Mondays, she decided to check it out herself not only because she was curious but also because that villa is reserved for VIPs and Cammy doesn't want the resort to have bad reviews on their website.
"What's going on here?" Cammy asked the three staff members who were struggling to calm down an irate guest.
"Ma'am, the guest is demanding more drinks, but his assistant specifically instructed us not to let him drink alone before leaving. We are not allowed to serve him any more drinks! He's already had a lot, and we're worried something bad might happen if he drinks alone and passes out," one of the staff explained.
"This is what all the fuss is about? Just give him what he wants and let him pass out. Problem solved!" Cammy said, hands on her waist.
"Ma'am???" the staff member replied in disbelief, while the other two stood there with their mouths agape.
Meanwhile, the previously enraged guest grinned, clearly pleased with what he just heard, his anger quickly fading away, he was furious no more.
"You heard your boss—go get my drink," the guest demanded.
Cammy's eyes darted to the guest, noting his height, about six feet and two inches tall since her husband stands just below six feet and this man is much taller than Duncan. Though his face was hidden beneath an unkempt beard and he looked far from his best, she could tell by his posture and demeanor that he was a man of high social status—confirmed by the hefty nightly rate of the villa he was staying in.
"B-But, she's not our boss..." one of the staff hesitated.
"Doesn't matter. Pearl Resort prioritizes its guest's request," Cammy said, addressing the staff before turning to the irate guest.
"How about we compromise, sir? Since the staff were instructed not to let you drink alone, I'll stay and keep you company until you're done. Just to make sure you are safe and the staff will not be blamed if something bad happens to you. Fair enough right?"
Both the staff and the guest were stunned, their jaws dropping in surprise, not expecting Cammy to offer such a deal. But Cammy had her reasons for this decision.
'I'll get to drink more, so I can easily sleep and forget about that cheating jerk! I also don't want the staff to be in trouble or wake up Ellie and Felicity just for a small incident like this. I owe them for taking care of me and Dylan,' she thought.
"B-But Miss—" one of the staff started to object, but quickly stopped when Cammy shot her a warning glare.
"What would you like to order, sir?" Cammy asked the smirking guest.
"You…" the man replied as he settled into the sofa without removing his gaze from Cammy. He leaned back and spread his arms along the backrest, making sure everyone could see his chiseled six-pack beneath his unbuttoned black shirt.
Cammy's eyes widened, and her heart stopped beating—or at least that's how it felt—after hearing his bold response.
"E-Excuse me, sir?" she asked, uncertain.
The man smirked and chuckled before clarifying, "You decide. Surprise me with what you've got."
The words were straightforward, but Cammy couldn't shake the feeling there was a hidden meaning behind them.
"Since it's a chilly night and your villa faces the beach, how about vodka? The bar doesn't have a huge selection of liquor since they specialize in cocktails unless you're in the mood for tequila," Cammy suggested.
"Hmm..." the man hummed thoughtfully, his gaze sweeping over her from head to toe, lingering on the curves highlighted by her burgundy lace mini dress and black strappy heels.
Cammy could feel his eyes on her, as if undressing her in his mind, and a sudden warmth spread through her body settling between her legs as they all waited for his response.
'No, it's just the tequila kicking in. I've had too much, that's why I'm feeling hot,' she thought, trying to dismiss the sensation.
"If I drink alone I will go for tequila. But I want my senses sharp and clear while I am in the presence of such a beautiful lady. Bring me four bottles of vodka and I also want a 'Sex on the Beach'. How about that?" the man finally said.
Cammy frowned and snapped, "Excuse me?!"
"You heard me—I want 'Sex on the Beach'," he drawled with a mischievous grin.