Beau is still inside me when I wake up, his arms wrapped around me. Slowly, I lift my head from his chest and sit up. His length moves inside me as I do, so I try my best to be gentler as I disentangle myself from him. I successfully remove him from inside of me without waking him up. The rising sun shines through the window, catching my attention. It's gorgeous. I should take a picture of it for Camila, she loves sunrises. Oh my God, Camila! I can't believe I left her waiting last night. Hopefully she figured out what was taking me so long and decided to leave us to it. I'll text her to check in once I find my phone.

I can't believe I slept with Beau again, and this time I can't even blame alcohol. When Beau touches me, I forget that he is someone's fiancé, and all logical thought flies out the window. I don't even want to imagine how hurt Hannah would be if she found out. I know Beau is only marrying her because of his mother but still. Shame grips me. I should be the last person on this earth who would hurt another woman the same way I was.

Wiping the tears falling out of my eyes at the thought, I stand and begin to look for my clothes. I've got to get out of here. As I bend down to pick up what's left of my shirt, a wave of nausea hits me. I quickly stand up straight and try to hold it back, but it's no use—it just makes it worse. Unable to hold it in anymore, I rush to the bathroom and empty last night's dinner into the toilet. Beau heard it and woke up, because suddenly he's there, pulling back my hair and rubbing my back.

"Is everything alright?" Beau asks, concerned.

"I guess my stomach didn't agree with the food I ate last night. But I think I'm fine now." Standing up shakily, I walk over to the sink.

"Do you need medicine?"

"No, I don't think so." I switch on the tap and rinse my mouth.

"Alright, but if you need something, let me know."

"I will." I place my hands on the edge of the sink as fatigue takes over my body. It must be because I emptied my stomach. I'll shower and have breakfast. I'm sure I'll feel better in no time.

***

An hour later, Beau and I walk into the hotel's restaurant. He noticed how tired I was after throwing up and has refused to leave my side since. The man even showered with me. I was close to breaking the showerhead on his head because of how he insisted on bathing me. I let him because I was feeling weak, and it was easier with his help—though I'd never admit that to him. If I was feeling stronger, I would've fought him and kicked him out, but I just didn't have the energy.

"Thank you," I say, sitting down in the chair Beau pulls out for me.

"How are you feeling?" He asks, taking the seat opposite me.

"A little weak, but I'm sure I'll feel better once I eat." I scan through the menu.

"If I'd known I would make you this exhausted, I would've only used my hands," Beau smirks as he reads his own menu.

"Trust me, you are not the reason I am feeling tired this morning." I roll my eyes at his cockiness.

"I know you are saying that to bruise my ego, but unfortunately, it's not going to work." Beau says as the waiter walks up to get our orders.

"Whatever." Dropping the menu back on the table, I tell the waiter my order, and Beau does the same. I do my best to ignore him while we wait for our food. It comes out rather quickly and I dig in, wanting to get this breakfast over with as soon as possible.

While Beau and I are eating, to my surprise, I feel even worse than before. I rush out of my seat and run into the restroom.

I find Beau waiting for me outside. "I think we should go to the doctor," he says. "This is the second time today."

"I don't think there's any need. My stomach probably just doesn't like the hotel food anymore." I'd been eating it for almost a week after all. "I'll try somewhere else for lunch." I gesture for Beau to give me his hand. I don't think I can trust myself to walk on my own.

"You must be exhausted." Beau gives a slight smile. "You just asked for my help." He wraps his arm around my waist, walking us to the door.

"I am." I massage my temples and close my eyes briefly. " I think I might need a nap."

"But it's only been an hour since we woke up."

"I know, but I'm sleepy."

"Okay, no problem. Let's get you upstairs, so you can rest." He steers us towards the elevator.

"Thank you." I sigh, resting my head on his shoulder and closing my eyes as the elevator takes us up to our floor. I can't remember the last time I felt this exhausted, I wonder what's causing it.

We step out of the elevator once it arrives on our floor. But just as I'm about to open my room door, I remember something I should've done as soon as I woke up.

"Is something wrong?" Beau asks, noticing my hesitation.

"I need to check on Tamara." I walk towards the door next to mine.

"Oh, alright. Will you still take a nap after you visit her?"

"Yes."

"Alright, I'll see you when you wake up, then. Call me." Beau pecks my cheeks before he walks away.

I gently knock on Tamara's door. Leaning against the wall as I wait for her, I try to fight my tiredness.

"Who is it?" Tamara calls from inside the room.

"Delilah."

"Oh, I'll be there in a sec."

"Alright." I hear some movement inside before Tamara finally opens the door.

"Sorry I took a while, come in." She steps aside so I can enter.

"It's fine; I didn't wait that long." I walk inside and sit on the couch close to her bed. "How are you feeling today?" I rake my eyes over her body to check if Harvey treated her injuries well, and he did. That's good.

"Better." She takes a seat beside me. I turn to face her and look into her eyes, trying to tell if she's lying. I don't know all the details of what she went through, but I know it must have been bad from how she looked last night.

"Beau told us everything. I can't believe Harvey is in love with you."

"Apparently so."

"You sound like you don't believe it."

"Because I don't."

"Even after what happened yesterday?"

"Yes."

"Why don't you?"

"Because Harvey can't be in love with me."

"It was surprising to me, too. But if he isn't, then why would he want to divorce his wife?"

"He wants to divorce his wife?" Tamara's eyes widen. "I didn't know that."

"That's what Beau says."

"Wow."

"Do you believe he's in love with you now?"

Tamara purses her lips. "Not really; Harvey has been horrible to me for months. More recently, he started treating me like a human, but he's still unnecessarily possessive. I know he says he's in love, and his grandfather must believe him since he was willing to kidnap me in order to scare me away from Harvey, but I'm not sure what to believe. It just seems too impossible to be real."

"I understand. I would also find it hard to believe if I were you."

Tamara sighs, leaning back on the cushions. "Some vacation this has turned into, huh?"

Despite my exhaustion, a laugh slips out. Some vacation indeed.

***

I walk over to answer the knock on my door. I woke up a few minutes ago from my nap, and feel so much better now. Maybe I just needed some rest.

"Thank God you're awake!" Camila says once I open the door.

"Why?" I open it wider so she can step inside.

"I just ran out of tampons. Do you have any?"

"Oh, check my toiletries bag in the bathroom; I should have enough to spare." I take a seat on one of the chairs in my room. Unlocking my phone, I check the messages I got while sleeping. Not surprisingly, I have quite a few from Beau. I might as well text and let him know that I'm awake and feeling better so he'll stop blowing up my phone.

"Wow, you still have a lot left!" Camila calls from the bathroom. "Your flow this month must have been light."

"I haven't had my period yet." My fingers freeze mid-type. Camila's words make me realize something. I quickly open the app on my phone that I use to track my period, and check to see when my last one was. My heart rate increases as I see how long it's been.

"Really?" Camila says coming out of the bathroom. "You usually have it before I do."

"Yeah, I do."

"I'm sure the stress of everything going on has just made you late."

"Yeah." My racing mind won't allow me to come up with a different response. Hopefully Camila is correct because I don't even want to think about the other potential reason that I haven't had my period yet. It's been thirty-five days since my last one.

I'm so lost in my thoughts, trying to deny the unthinkable, that I don't even realize Camila leaves and Beau enters my room until I see him standing in front of me.

"You'll bruise your lip if you continue to bite so hard on it," Beau says, and uses his fingers to pull my lip from in between my teeth. I stare up at him and see a lustful glint enter his eyes as his fingers rests against my lips.

"When did you get here?" I slap his hand away.

"Just now." He gives me a strange look for not noticing but must decide to let it go. "Have you eaten lunch?"

"No."

"Great, I made a reservation for us at a restaurant close by." He holds a hand out.

"Just because I let you close to me this morning does not mean we are friends."

"I know; I just want to make sure you're okay." He grabs my hand and lifts me off the couch. I wasn't expecting it, so I bump into him as I stand. Beau steadies me against his body by wrapping his arms around my waist. I stare at his eyes, getting lost in them. How can someone with such beautiful eyes, a perfect jawline, and inviting lips be as cruel as Beau is? This world is not fair; Beau should be hideous, not a walking Greek god.

"Let's go," Beau says, and unwraps his arms from around me before walking to the door. I try to pretend as if I don't immediately miss his touch.

***

"Do you believe me now?" I ask Beau as the waiter clears our table. We just finished lunch, and I've managed to keep everything down, but Beau doesn't believe I'm feeling better. He says he'll only believe it once he's sure I won't throw up.

"Too soon to say." He checks his wristwatch, actually timing it. Earlier, it took me about a minute after I took a bite of food to throw up. He must want to wait that amount of time before believing me.

"I'm fine." I roll my eyes.

"Okay, I believe you," he says, apparently satisfied that I'll be able to keep my lunch down. "So, what are your plans for the rest of the day?"

"Nothing yet."

"Well, that's good, because I was thinking we could bother the whole city with your screams as I make you cum multiple times." Beau moves his hand up my leg, caressing my thigh. The cup of water in my hand almost drops. Beau has told me about his fantasy of fucking me in public places, but I'm surprised he'd bring it up here.

"Get away from me. That is not happening." I move my leg away from his reach.

"We'll  see." He smirks as an evil look fills his eyes. I shake my head at his confidence. I am not going to spread my legs for him ever again. I might have already caused enough problems doing that; I don't need any more.