Chapter's song: Sooner or later by Aaron Carter

So, when Mark said he would arrange something for me to go shopping, I didn't think that he'd set me up with one of the hotel's concierges in a still empty mall. I thought it would be something along the lines of, here's a map, take an uber, we'll meet later, kind of thing.

I should know better by now.

Mark would go the whole way or no way.

He also had left instructions to charge everything into his hotel account. A small little detail that I found out when I tried to pay the bunch of clothes I'd chosen. Good thing I'd tried to get bargains, because I didn't want to seem like a freeloader, only that it was exactly how I felt .

After arranging everything in the cute purple suitcase I'd gotten, I walk to his room, where he'd summoned me for breakfast. I saw the paparazzi waiting for him at the entrance of the hotel already when I came back from the mall, and although going to his room for breakfast sort of made me nervous, I admit that I'm eager for the privacy as well.

"Good morning," he bows as he opens the door for me. The deep blue color of his eyes stand out with that faded denim shirt he has on.

"Mark, we need to talk."

He rubs the back of his neck. "It's so bloody early for those words, Kate."

I blink at him. "Why?"

He walks to the little terrace and I follow him. There's a small table set for two that overlooks the ocean and the opera house; it's a mighty view. My stomach rumbles when I see the fruit platter, orange juice and a basket brimmed to the top with assorted sweet breads. "You know that something bad is coming when you hear that someone needs to talk to you," he makes air quotation marks with his hands as he talks.

"Talking from experience?" I raise an eyebrow as I take a sit and grab one the breads.

Mark smirks. "Not really. I haven't been around with anyone to say it to me."

I roll my eyes. "Right. Because you never had a girlfriend."

He bursts out laughing. "I have a feeling that you still don't believe me."

Please. I don't say anything as I take a sip of my coffee. "You can't pay for everything, Mark."

"Why not?" He's gazing at the ocean, and his hair is ruffling with the breeze. My lips part as I stare at him, he's got Sydney's Opera House on the background and a warm, fuzzy feeling runs through me.

This is gorgeous.

He is gorgeous.

Closing my mouth shut, I turn away from him. "This is too much already."

No one has ever done anything remotely similar to this for me.

"I'll tell you what, if it makes you feel better, you'll pay tonight's dinner."

"And the clothes."

Mark stares at me for a moment before rolling his eyes. "Fine. And the clothes, too. But other than that, it's all on me." I press my lips together in a tight line as he adds, "And you'll stop feeling bad about it."

I want to protest, but I know I won't be able to afford anything more, so I nod.

"I mean," he grabs one of those sweet breads as well and glances at it before looking at me, "I might go broke next week, but who cares?"

I can't fight the smile that plays in my face. "Yeah, you're not helping my case, pal."

He grins before putting half of the mini donut in his mouth. After he finishes chewing, he winks at me. "I won't go broke, I promise, and it's my pleasure to have you here. Complains and all."

We finish breakfast talking about the places he wants to go. There's even a place where they have a horizontal waterfall, which couldn't be considered a waterfall, but I'm intrigued as hell.

We don't fly through a commercial airplane, we use a private jet and I try not to be impressed by it all. Or at least, to show him how freaking impressed I really am.

Broome is a tiny city compared to Sydney, and as Mark said, there's some tourism, but the place is quiet and you really can't see many folks out there. He tells me that it's not holiday's season and that makes it even better. We stay at a small hotel, with only four rooms, but each room has a small terrace that leads directly to the beach.

The sand is pale and it's a beautiful contrast against the sea-green ocean. The waves are hardly there and it looks like a giant pool that sparkles as if it was filled with diamonds under the sun rays. It's breathtaking.

We both leave to our room to change. I'm completely self-conscious as I leave my room with nothing more than the black with polka dots bikini I got and the flimsy beach dress I found in the morning. In my defense, with the haste of the whole shopping trip, I didn't have much of a choice.

Mark is waiting for me at the beach. Alone. His bodyguards are nowhere to be seen. I suppose they must be around, but I feel more at ease without any more eyes on me.

We spend most of the day at the beach. We play cards, we go for a swim, Mark challenges me to swim farthest, but I'm a total chicken and I can't do it. I once saw a film about an Australian girl who lost an arm because of a shark. I don't tell him that, but I'm a bit wary about it. Even though it's probably impossible for a shark to be swimming around these waters, but I didn't ask before, so I'm scared.

Dinner arrives, and we choose to dine at the hotel. Mark has plans for the next day, we're visiting the horizontal waterfall and I'm in awe when he tells me that there are dinosaur's footprints in one of the beaches nearby.

I almost spit my water when Mark orders a bottle of French champagne and tells me that he's deliberately taking advantage of the fact that I'm paying tonight. Which, even if I end up broke by the end of the night-especially considering the fact that I might not have a job when I come back-it's really nothing compared to what he's doing for me. So, I suck it up and force myself not to look at the prices and enjoy a really gourmet dinner.

Since we ate so much, we decide to go for a walk on the beach. The moon is shinning over the ocean and the sound of the waves crashing is soothing, and I realize that I've fallen hard for this little place in the world.

"Thank you for dinner, Kate. It was great."

I chuckle. "You're welcome." I'm screwed and probably broke, but whatever.

I want to kiss her.

I want to grab her in my arms and feel those beautiful pink lips against mine, and I want to show her how much I care for her.

Today was one of the best days of my entire life. We talked so much, we laughed hard and we had so much fun.

"Kate," I rub my neck, "you know that saying that goes like what happens in Broome, stays in Broome?"

She passes a strand of hair behind her ear as she glances at me. I can't tell if she's blushing, but she looks so beautiful.

"I thought that was something you said in Vegas or some place like that."

Why the fuck did I say that?

That implies that whatever might happen here, will only last while we're here.

For fuck's sake.

"Forget I said that, its," I cough, "not important."

"It sounded important."

"It was stupid."

"Mark, go ahead, you can tell me anything."

We've stopped walking and we're really close and Kate is watching me with curiosity mixed with something else that I don't have a fucking idea what it is, but that it makes my heart beat faster.

"I'd like to kiss you."

There I said it. I feel like I can breathe, but then I can't, because I want to know what she has to say.

Her lips part and I can see how she swallows hard. "Okay."

What kind of answer is that? Can I kiss her? Or she's just okay that I want to kiss her?

Bloody hell.

I've never been so fucking nervous in my whole fucking life.

I run a hand through my hair. "Is that an okay I can live with that, or an okay, kiss me?"

Kate's lips tug up, and I cringe. I think I just blew away the moment.

"It's an okay, kiss the crap out of me."

My mouth falls open. "Are you drunk?" I tilt my head, trying to asses the whole thing. Kate just told me to kiss her. Correction, kiss the crap out of her.

She starts giggling, and my shoulders sag. She's fucking drunk.

"A little."

"Yeah, okay. We should get back to the hotel."

I turn away to lead the way, when she grabs my arm. "Kiss me."

My whole body tenses. I've been dying to hear those words coming out of her mouth, but not like this. Not when she's drunk and will probably regret it in the morning.

Reaching out for her, I caress her cheek, and she closes her eyes as she leans into my touch. "You're drunk, Kate..."

Her eyes open and she smirks at me. "I'm not that drunk. And I do want you to kiss me."

My brows crease. I really don't want to screw this up by kissing her right now, and yet, I want to kiss her so bad.

She rolls her eyes before leaning in and brushing her lips against mine.

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