Emily was sitting at the bar, it had been a hard night. A fights with her god forsaken mother and a break up with her boyfriend of 6 months. She thought it was going well... Clearly not. She wasn't sure how or why she had ended up at the bar, to drown away her sorrows was all that came to mind on reflection but she was glad she did.
She hadn't been in the bar for long, around half an hour or so, she was on her 4th shot when an unfamiliar man came and sat beside her. "Hello" he greeted in a deep voice and Irish accent.
"Do I know you?" Emily asked, she was sure she had never seen the man who was sitting beside her before, she couldn't have; she would have remembered it surely.
"No, I'm Ian, Ian Doyle" introduced "I thought we could maybe get to know each other, you look to have had a rough night."
"hell of one" Emily responded without thinking, flashing back to earlier events. It had been one hell of a rough evening. "I'm Emily, Emily Prentiss ." She introduced.
"Well hello then Emily. How about I buy you a drink?" He offered.
"Sure" she responded, quite flattered, she wouldn't normally respond well to offers for drinks, especially not from strangers; some could be creeps. That night, she didn't care. It didn't matter, a man buying her a drink would cheer her up and maybe something would come of it.
Buying a drink for the pair of them, he started talking some more, getting to know her a little while she was getting to know him. Laughing together. Coming out had defiantly been a good idea. An impromptu one maybe, but a good one. Emily was having more fun than she'd ever had with her boyfriend of 6 months. She didn't really believe in love at first sight but she couldn't get it out of her head. Maybe he was the one.
Heading back to a nearby hotel he was staying at, barley getting through the room door and shutting it behind themselves before clothes came off, thrown in all directions. It was a passionate night, a passionate morning. She couldn't remember much, being almost completely out of it from alcohol at the time but she did remember the perfect nature, she had never had any sex like that ever. Who knew having sex on a whim could be so hot?
Exchanging details the next morning, Emily hoped to see him again before he left town, she longed to just run away with him, make it last forever. She would be away from everything, all stress, all worried, she'd be away from that god forsaken mother of hers.
They met up several times that week, sitting in that exact same spot at the bar, buying each other drinks; chatting, laughing and even dancing at times. Each evening ended back in his hotel room, hot, passionate sex. It never got old. It was 7am Sunday morning, they had just finished a passionate round of sex.
"I'm leaving tomorrow, going back to my villa" he told her softly. "I know we've only known each other for a week but maybe you could come with me?" He asked, despite knowing that all chances of acceptance were slim.
"Ian! I would love to!" Emily exclaimed, shocked at this invite. Her only worry was how she was going to explain to her mom that she was going to be staying at a villa with a man she had only known for one week. She could always lie, but then a mother always knows. Emily's mother especially.
"Mom" Emily started on a voicemail message to her mother the night before they were due to leave. "I'm going to be out of the country for a bit." She responded. "No I don't know how long for and it doesn't matter who with, just thought I'd let you know." She said before ending the voicemail. It was typical of her mother not to answer the phone, probably busy with something work related, oh well it beat confrontation and her mother trying to start and argument over it.