*Craig Wyatt Einar's POV*
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I closed my eyes as I got the smell of my bewildered PA's weirdly good scent while I put her in my embrace.
"What is this all about, sir? What the fuck are you doing?" She whispered in my ear in panic, yet she's not hugging me back.
"Just do what I say, Maia, okay? Pretend to be my girlfriend. And, hug me back." I answered her back in a whisper, and I ordered her which she let out a scoff under her breath.
"Hell, no way in hell, sir!" She protested, and it's my turn to let out a scoff.
*Craig Wyatt Einar's POV*---The sound of silence greeted me when I stepped inside the suite after I have strolled at the promenade deck for about fifteen minutes. Now, I wonder if the drunk woman is already asleep in her room. Should I check her out? Hmm. No. She is old enough, and I bet that she is used to getting crazy drunk, which I am not aware of.Then, I went to the mini-bar at the corner to take up a sip of champagne before I'll head myself to sleep.And, to my surprise, the bottle that I have opened, earlier, isn't there anymore. Where...? Mia.
*Mia Taylen Gideon's POV*---I grunted in pain as I could feel myself about to wake up because my head is aching like fuck. Ugh, how much did I drink, last night? Damn, a fucking hungover is the reason why I don't want to get a taste of liquor. But, last night was like... Hmm, beer and vodka? Well, at least I still woke up this morning.Where is my phone and what time is it? Is it even still morning?Then, I turned to the nightstand, where I saw my phone. Hmm, no text messages from anyone? Oh, Luke, why haven't you texted or even called me since yesterday? He must have been so busy about their overtime, last night.And, as I look at the time on my phone, my eyes widened in shock as I have read the reminder that I have set yesterday, saying, "Breakfast meeting before heading to the conference together, 7:30 am"."Oh, fuck!" I cursed as I have seen that the freaking time is seven-fifteen, and I haven't even lifted my butt
*Mia Taylen Gideon's POV*---My ears are ready to hear some rants about why I was so damn slow in getting myself ready, and that we are very late. I don't understand if why didn't he went ahead.But, as I waited for him to open his mouth to spit fire at me, I didn't expect to hear all of the words that he uttered."Is your head okay? You can just stay here, and I'll order you some food for breakfast to be delivered here. And, you may take a rest until you'll feel fine." He asked as he stood up from the couch, and he told me, which I blinked my eyes many times to make sure that I am hearing all of it correctly. Am I dreaming, right now?
*Mia Taylen Gideon's POV*---"I'm so sorry, Mia. But... We can't be together anymore. I... I'm breaking up with you. And, I hope you will find someone that could love you truly and be the one that you need that can make you happy. I hope you understand." The voice of the man on the other line made my tears freely stream down from my eyes as I hear his words. No, why is he doing this to me? Am I really a bad girlfriend? Or, maybe I was just not a good one? Or, I could have not given him enough time? But, he was the one who is always busy. Maybe he just doesn't love me. No... Why am I always the one being left out?And, I tried to control myself from
*Mia Taylen Gideon's POV*---I walked briskly but cautiously on the cold hard floor of the hallway with my bare feet, and I got my shoes in my left hold while I grip tightly the card-sized knife in my right hand. In this way, I could fight for myself if ever I will encounter one of those terrorists.Damn, I still am dumbfounded with what I have heard from them. And, some people in authority should know about it all and stop it at all costs.As I have arrived in front of the door of the control room of the ship, I was greeted by a man in uniform that seems like a guard.
*Craig Wyatt Einar's POV*---"We should find a boat and go overboard, sir. ASAP." Mia told me, frantically, and grabbed the rope that has been hanging on the wall. We might use it under circumstances.And, I take a glance at the timer on my watch and saw that we only have eight minutes now. Damn, this might be the end of us.Feeling all the scared sensation a person can feel, I opened the door of the janitor's closet where we have been hiding. And, I hold the girl's hand in mine as we head to the stairs to the seventh deck where the lifeboats are stationed. We just need one.
*Mia Taylen Gideon's POV*---"Kindly get away from that thing, Mr. Einar, and hold this camera and this seabob," I ordered my clueless boss who has been tired of trying to pull the painter of the liferaft container, and still, I see no progress from his efforts because the painter's excess is still so long inside the container. And, he took the camera and the water toy as I hand them to him, so he could point the light at me. That's the only help that he can do.Well, I actually wonder if why can't he use his brain properly in this situation. It will only take you to place the bottom of your feet on the container to keep pulling it till it goes har
*Craig Wyatt Einar's POV*---I grunted in frustration as I have been trying to turn on my freaking phone, but it won't. Damn it, why didn't I bought a water-resistant one?Then, my gaze turned to the girl on the other side of this raft who has been doing something on her phone since the time I slipped myself inside her baggy pajamas. Well, it's so nice of her to make me wear these. Maybe she really has concern for me, and that's making her more adorable even if she's sober. I'm truly amazed at how she has lots of things inside her backpack. We even have a very bright LED light right here, and I bet that it is solar-powered. And, well, it would be a good thing to convey some ships around or aircraft that we are here and
Hi, it's the end of Craig and Mia's story, and thank you so much for reading this book. I hope that you liked it! 😀 If you have some concerns, suggestions, comments (be it positive or negative), feel free to let me know here in the comments section or the reviews section. I appreciate greatly those people who took the time in reading this book, and also, those who gave it some gems. Thank you all so much! You can also check out my other works, but only if you want to. 😄 (note: they are mostly in the LGBTQ+ genre.) ---love, Brey.
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*Craig Wyatt Einar's POV*---The sound of every stroke of the pencil touching the paper is the only thing that I could hear, and I do love the sound of it. It's almost silent. And it's my only escape from the busy yet lonely world here in the office whenever the dismissal time comes.After sketching a few more touches of my masterpiece of the week, I let out a sigh as my gaze turned to the area where the owner of the face that I have been sketching for the last hour, used to sit and wait for any order that I will tell her. And a smile crept on my face as I remembered those times when she sits there, facing her computer, and wearing her grumpy face whenever I let her do something twice or thrice again and again just to mess up with her.Oh, Maia, when can I finally see you agai
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*Craig Wyatt Einar's POV* --- "Craig. Son, that's enough. It's too early in the morning to be drinking booze. You haven't even eaten breakfast. And, I am not so sure that you did sleep last night. I believe it is gonna be okay. Give me that bottle." The woman who gave birth to me told me as she has seen me drowning my miserable self in alcohol again. I just woke up from an hour of sleep from overthinking everything that I am going through. I don't even give a fuck about my aching head from drinking lots of spirits last night. I thought I could forget her if I get too drunk to be thinking about us, yet I even cried out while looking at all our pictures on my phone like a hundred times and staying in our mini-ship right outside the lawn. And, now, I am looking at our pictures again and again. I won't get tired of it. Yes, I am