All Chapters of A Writer's Love: You and I : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Raquel’s POV "Who are you with? Did you come here with your family or friends?" Jean asked when we got to the restaurant.  "I came here with my laptop and a ton of workload. Good thing I was able to knock down one of the major thing that needs to be done while I was locked up in my cottage and now I have some minor things that need to be settled." "I wish I could go on a vacation while doing my work." Chloe exclaimed. "Seriously... Vacation is meant to be enjoyed. It is for someone to relax and stay away from work and chaos." Rustin added. "For someone whose life seems like an entire vacation, don't you get bored?" I asked as Claudette joined our table.  "No. It's life. You shouldn't bring work on a vacation. It ruins the purpose." "I didn't come here to go on vacation. I came here to find inspiration so I can work." I stated. "Are you trying to convince us or yourself?" Claudette asked.

Raquel’s POV I woke up with a major hangover. I hardly remembered how I got back to my cottage. I remembered arguing with Rustin. Oh shit. I was completely way out of line. I got up and check the time it was around nine in the morning. I stood up and found myself naked. I went to take a shower and found breakfast on the table. I had to apologize for my behavior so I drunk some aspirins then headed over at the reception. "Hey, I thought I wouldn't see you until later." Theo teased me. "You got really wasted and Rustin had to carry you back to your cottage."  "I'm sorry. My life is in a complete chaos and being able to tell someone about it actually felt good."  "Good to know because you were a total wreck last night. You did announce that Rustin went down on you but you didn't give him a blow job." He started laughing. "Oh shit. I had no idea the last time I got that wasted. I was never good at handling

Raquel’s POV "How long has it been since he was gone?" "Six years." "How is it possible that you talk about it like it was yesterday?" "I don't have a good memory. I'm a novelist so I guess people love how I tell stories. I bring life to stories with my words. I write movies and TV series." I explained while I sat on the pool table. "So there is a possibility that what you are telling me are just figment of your imagination. That you might just be making up this awesome love story you shared with him." "No, I'm pretty accurate with the details. I wrote a journal about my life from when I started in high school and I never missed a single entry until the day my mom died. I actually wrote a book about us." I laughed as I was almost done with the wine. "You published a book with explicit sex details you shared with your now dead fiancé. That’s sounds crazy." “I didn’t know he was dead when I had it published. It was me trying to reach out to him hoping that he would read it and

Raquel’s POV "Rustin, is everything okay?" I asked while we were eating at the restaurant. "You seem off." "I don't act that way normally. You challenged my manhood and I just over reacted. I'm sorry if I was too rough."  "I asked for it. I am not upset or anything. We're good." I smiled at him. "Stop acting weird." "I just..." "Good morning." Claudette cut him off. "What are you two up to this fine day." "No plans yet. Good morning." I replied. "What the hell did you do?" Claudette glared at Rustin. "You looked like you kicked a puppy when no one was looking." "He is just being weird." "You two had sex." Claudette stated. "Are you regretting it?" "What?" I glared at Rustin. "I'm not. Stop trying to analyze me Claudette. We fucked and that shouldn't be your business." He exclaimed. "I don't regret it." He smiled at me. "I'll lock us up in my cottage and just spend time with

Raquel’s POV He sure did have a cold shower when we got to his cottage. A cold shower with me against the glass of the shower stall. My arms wrapped around his neck and my legs around his torso. He was thrusting in and out of me. I was totally enjoying it. Cold water both running down our bodies as back pressed against the glass. I almost fell on the floor when put me down. Luckily, I was able to hold him. My legs were turned to jelly. "You do realize that I have my limitations." I stated playfully as I lay my head on his chest while we were in his bed. "Just tell me to stop and I will." He replied as he was playing with my hair. "Rustin, would you miss me when I'm gone?" "Yes." "I wouldn't miss you." I stated. "That is what I keep telling myself. You are just a guy I met while I am on vacation. You are not someone that would be part of my life back in New York." "You can always come back here." "Yeah,