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So here is the next instalment for you, things progress slightly further in this chapter...so happy reading.

Naomi:

So the first day of my luxury holiday was a complete fucking wash out. I'd spent most of the morning searching for Emily, to thank her for not laughing at me too much over the whole snake incident. I couldn't find her anywhere and the guy at reception was about as much use as a glass fucking hammer. "I think she has gone in search of Cook…" He'd said, so I went to the kitchen, but they didn't even know who I was talking about. I won't mention the weird look he was giving me but it was damn creepy.

I must have wandered around like a buffoon for the best part of an hour before I gave up, she did have a job to do after all. I ended up just going back to the Villa. After having had yet another argument with my mother, I'd convinced her to just let me stay behind for the day while they went out on an 'adventure', so I changed into my bikini and set up camp next to the pool. The weather was incredible, it would have been a shame to waste it, after all 'summer' usually consisted of three days of patchy sunshine if we were lucky.

Thankfully there was a parasol free. I have the complexion of an albino, so that was a must. Seriously, if I so much as fucking looked at the sun wrong I'd start to crisp up. I smothered myself in factor forty. It was so bloody thick that I'd had to put it on with a trowel, but rather that than an insanely painful sunburn. I settled myself on the sunbed, which was a challenge all on its own, and allowed myself to be engrossed in fiction.

I'd been reading for a good hour or so before I started to get a weird feeling. The hairs on my arms started to tingle slightly and I just knew someone was watching me. It didn't take me long to realise who it was. Just across the pool was a guy, leant up against the lifeguard's chair, staring intently at me. It was a little fucking weird, but seeing as he must have been about my age and far enough away for me to escape if things got too fucked up, I could deal with it.

I pretended to continue reading, using my own sunglasses as a shield so he didn't know that I had clocked him. He stood there for ages, hardly moving. From where I was sitting I could see that he was wearing a uniform so he had to work at the resort... or at least he should be working rather than perving on girls by the pool. After about ten minutes I'll admit that it started to freak me out. He hadn't moved a muscle, it didn't even look like he was breathing. I'd started trying to talk myself into shouting something witty at him but my brain could only come up with the cliche line of asking if he wanted a picture because it would last longer... so I decided against it.

I tried to focus on the book I was reading, I really did, but between the creepy guy blatantly perving on me and my own thoughts occupied with the colour red, I had been reading the same line at least 15 times over.

About ten minutes later, still not having progressed from that same line, I looked up suddenly after catching sight of the vibrant colour I'd been looking for all morning. My heart felt weird at the sight of her, almost like it was clenching and expanding both at the same time. She was in her black and white uniform again, but she still looked amazing... if not a little tense and determined. She was definitely looking for someone.

I kind of hoped she was looking for me, I don't know why, but I wanted her to notice me. To my dismay, she didn't even glance in my direction. After having found who she was looking for, she made a beeline through the guests, and it definitely wasn't towards me. In fact, it was my new stalker, who was still leant against the lifeguard's chair and shamelessly perving at me, she was after. I really fucking hoped he wasn't her boyfriend... I mean, because of the fact that he was so obviously going all boggle eyed over another girl, of course.

I didn't know what he said to her, I'm not really sure I wanted to know, but at one point she'd turned around to see who he was staring so intently at...That someone being me. Still hidden behind my sunglasses I watched, completely dumbstruck, as her jaw practically hit the ground. She just kept gazing at me. I'd even say she was worse than the guy next to her.

Both of them staring at me was a bit fucking weird and I had the sudden urge to check and see whether a boob had fallen out of my bikini top or if I'd grown a second head. I'd thought the guy was just checking me out, but now she was staring too, there had to be something I had missed. I mean, surely she wasn't checking me out as well, was she? I could tell that they were deep in conversation, maybe she was just defending my honour and telling him to put his fucking tongue back in his head. That had to be it.

With every second that passed I became more uncertain. I don't mean to brag but I know the look someone has when they are checking me out and it was plastered all over her face, making it extremely hard for me to justify there being any other reason as to why she was looking so intently at me. She was perving over me just as obviously as he was and though I couldn't deny that it unnerved me, the way that she was eye fucking the shit out of me was undeniably starting to turn me on and before I knew what was happening I had started to bite on my bottom lip. I returned my attention fixedly to my iPad screen, trying desperately to ignore whatever the hell had come over me... Or rather the lower parts of my body.

I'd read no more than a few words before the urge to look back at her took over. I'd looked up just in time to see the sandy blonde guy walk away, leaving Emily looking completely lost in thought and slightly unsettled. The thought of my new perving stalker unsettling Emily in any way created an odd wave of anger that rose within me causing me to sit bolt upright on the sunlounger. She watched him walk away and then everything sort of slowed down as she bent over, ran her hands through her hair and with one effortless movement flicked that gorgeous red mane into a perfect ponytail. Christ.

I felt myself flush, of course she just had to look over at me again. Fuck. My brain scrambled around trying to find something more refined to do than just wave at her like a complete tit. Nothing came to mind so I just sat there, obviously staring at her, noticing her in her entirety. I'd been certain she would've come over to me, or at least I'd hoped she would, but she didn't. Instead she got all flustered, kind of looked like a deer caught in the headlights, turned around, nearly knocking over some poor old man and just rushed away.

I stood up then, hoping to see which way she had gone so that I could follow her and ask her what the actual fuck that had all been about, but she was nowhere to be seen. I shook my head, the whole thing was bloody ridiculous, no one had ever had that sort of effect on me before, let alone just by looking at me. The fact that it had been a girl making me feel that way more than unnerved me, but at the same time I wasn't all that surprised. Despite having numerous boyfriends growing up, I had always found women attractive, although until now not in a 'I want to rip your clothes off' kind of way.' I've always figured my lack of interest in guys was because I just hadn't found the one yet. The way Emily had made me feel had somehow made me question that.

I threw my sunglasses down next to my iPad on the lounger with a deep sigh and leapt into the pool. The water was refreshing, which was probably just as well, I needed to cool down after whatever the fuck had just happened. I dived under the surface and felt weightless. I used to swim a lot as a kid. I'd found that under the water was one of the few times that I felt completely alone and at peace. I really did love being alone sometimes, as long as it was on my own terms. I probably had abandonment issues from when my father had left when I was young, but with at least ten other people in the house when I was growing up, mum was into the communal living scene, I always craved a few moments to be alone. As much as I hated to admit it though, he was probably the reason why I never really let people get too close to me. That way if they left I wouldn't give a shit.

Gliding through the cold water seemed to help me clear my head slightly and allow me to start thinking things through with my brain, rather than my libido. Surely I was reading too much into the entire thing, I had a habit of doing that. Yeah, she'd been staring rather intently at me, but that didn't necessarily mean anything. My best mate, Effy, from back home was always staring at people, but that didn't mean she wanted to fuck them, usually. There had been one exception that had proved the rule, Freddie, and he nearly fucking destroyed her completely. That's what loving someone does to you. It builds up your hopes and dreams allowing you to believe that it's all rainbows and fucking unicorns only to spit in your face, and end up leaving you broken and alone.

No, Emily hadn't been eyeballing me because she felt anything for me. She was probably just reliving the traumatic snake vs iPad incident from yesterday, either that or giving me the once over for her mate.

Thinking things through had obviously made me feel a bit angry and bitter about it all. Without realising what I was doing I had been swimming full pelt and was slightly out of breath when I managed to stop myself. It was freaking me out enough that I was having intense feelings for another girl, let alone reaching the conclusion that she hadn't actually done anything flirtatious. I shook my head, a feeble attempt for my thoughts to leave me in peace and headed for the steps.

My mum, Kieran and their little offspring would probably be back at the villa after their family adventure of the day, so I decided to head back before they came down to the pool looking for me, forcing me to acknowledge them as my family. I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around me, it was so fucking hot I'd dry before I got to the Villa anyway. There was no point in sucumming to one of life's most unattractive activities and rubbing myself down. I once saw my mum doing the whole flossing between the legs thing with the towel, I almost threw up in her face.

I felt like a complete tit walking back, why do manufacturers feel the need to make flip flops so bloody slippery. I nearly fell flat on my arse on more than one occasion, and what made matters worse was the fact that my first thought was to look around to see if Emily had been there to see it.

Sure enough when I got back to the Villa, there they were in all their fucking glory. Kieran running around with a t-shirt on his head pretending to be some sort of deranged super hero, mum taking 'fun family photos' and Lorcan pissing himself laughing. I stood there for a few seconds, stuck between wishing the ground would open up and swallow me whole and wondering whether it was possible to erase your short term memory by ramming your head into a brick wall. Fucking weirdos.

I tried making my way to my room without them noticing me, stealthy as a ninja, but I had no such luck. When I was halfway through the living room, my idiot of a brother not only saw me but decided that I was a tousled haired villain that just needed to be attacked with his nerf gun. I started to chase him with the aim of killing the little fucker, but if there was one thing that reminded me that I did actually love him, it was his laugh. I settled for tickling him to within an inch of his life instead.

"Nomi...stop…" He was giggling so much I barely heard him but I gave in and let him breathe for a few seconds.

For a minute there I was actually having fun and forgot how much he usually got on my nerves, that was until my mum had to ruin the moment, as per.

"Naomi, please don't be too rough with him, he can't take it. You have to remember how small he is." My mum informed me as she took him from my lap where he'd been quite happy, still chuckling slightly to himself. The poor guy actually started crying and reached out for me as she started to walk away with him clambering over her shoulder.

"Lorcan, please calm down sweetie, it's nearly time for dinner." She sat him down on the sofa before pointing at Kieran to keep an eye on him.

"Why do you feel the need to wind him up just before we go out? You know he gets easily excited." Now there's a surprise, something else that was my fucking fault. I rolled my eyes at her, I couldn't be arsed to argue anymore, so for once, instead of shouting at her like I normally would, I stood up and went to my room without another word.

Despite having one of the quickest showers of my life, it was far too warm to linger as long as I usually did, my mum felt the need to remind me on four separate occasions that it was time for dinner, whilst I was trying to find something to wear that I wouldn't melt in.

"Anytime today, Naomi, some of us have had a busy day and have built up quite an appetite." My mum called impatiently through the door.

I stared at myself in the mirror and willed myself not to react. If they were so fucking hungry they could go eat without me, in fact I would've preferred if they fucking did. Despite having been more or less alone throughout that day, spending more than five minutes with my family already had me wishing for solitude. They were driving me fucking mad. I don't mean to sounds like a spoiled cow, but most of the time they were too wrapped up in their own little bubble that they barely remembered I was a part of this family, until I fucking did something wrong.

I put on a pair of light denim short shorts and a navy lace bra, but decided against putting a top on altogether. It was too bloody hot and the feeling of sticky fabric clinging to my body was enough for me to swear off any unnecessary clothing for the rest of the holiday.

"Ok, I'm ready, can we get this over and done with please?" I said when I emerged from my room and stalked over towards the door. I slipped into my pumps and waited, resisting the urge to tap my foot on the ground impatiently and look at my watch.

"Christ, Naomi, no disrespect, but don't ya think you're showing a little too much skin for a family dinner?" Kieran pointed out.

For a moment there I thought he was taking the piss. I mean, first of all, he was not my father, even though he was the closest thing I had to one and second of all, it was like a hundred degrees outside and I'd been fucking laying around in my bikini all day, what bloody difference did it make?

"Pardon?" I asked, not believing what I was hearing.

"Well..." He said, clearly uncomfortable, as he looked over at my mum for backup, "I just don't think it would be appropriate for a young lady like Naomi to go out like that."

I looked over at my mum then, for once actually thinking she'd take my side and back me up on this. She was supposed to be my cool, hippie mum for fuck's sake. Based on the photo albums she'd forced me to spend hours organising once, she'd spent most of the eighties naked. As it was, I could tell by the shared look between the two of them that she'd already picked her side... and it wasn't mine.

"Naomi, Kieran has a point. It is a family resort, so why don't you go and put on a shirt so we can head out, please?"

"What the actual fuck?" I asked loudly, not able to control my temper any longer.

"Naomi." My mum scolded as she gestured to Lorcan. Apparently I wasn't using appropriate language in front of him, but guess fucking what, I didn't fucking care.

"No, seriously, you've got to be fucking kidding me! How is it that it's totally inappropriate for me, as a young lady, to go out for dinner without a shirt on, when most of the so-called family fathers are walking around the place without a shirt, or even trousers, whenever they fucking please? Not to mention the fact that I've been fucking laying around in my bikini all day that, for your information, shows a lot more skin than what I'm wearing now. So, please fucking enlighten me, how is that more appropriate than this?"

I'd raised my voice considerably and with the vicious tone, well, it was enough to upset Lorcan. He started screaming and crying hysterically, and my mum started fussing over him, naturally, while still glaring at me as if I was being completely unreasonable.

"Naomi." My mum said firmly and loud enough so I could hear her over the wailing, "if you want to come out for dinner with us you'll put on a shirt. Right. Now." I swear if she said my name like that once more I was going to fucking blow.

"No fucking thanks," I said as I kicked off my shoes again, "I'm a grown woman for fuck's sake, I'm not gonna let anyone dictate how I bloody dress, least of all a man who thinks it's inappropriate. It's the 21st century people." I shot Kieran a glance that threatened more than words ever could.

"Naomi, drop the feminism talk, that's not what this is about. Kieran only had your best interest at heart, and I agree with him, it wouldn't be appropriate for you to go to dinner like that at a family resort." I never actually thought I'd hear my mum say something like that. Our mutual passion for equality, the environment and injustice was one of the few things we actually had in common, something we shared, but by taking Kieran's side in this she'd taken that away from us.

"Wow, mum, marriage has really fucked you up, hasn't it?" I said spitefully. I didn't really mean it of course, I loved Kieran, and I loved that she'd found someone who made her happy, but I couldn't let myself back down on this and I was too riled up to be civil about it.

"Enough." My mum said in such a strict and angry voice that even Lorcan shut up, "The three of us are going out for a nice family dinner, and you can stay here for the rest of the night and think about what you're missing out on by acting like an ungrateful, spoilt child." She told me and without another word or glance in my direction they walked through the door and slammed it shut behind them.

I'd actually been fairly hungry when it had been time to go out for dinner, and an hour later it wasn't much better, but fucking hell I wasn't about to starve to death because they were being bloody unreasonable. So, I decided roomservice was the way to go and ordered a fuck load of food to the villa. It was way too much for me alone, even with my growling stomach, but I figured what the hell, I wasn't paying for it after all.

About twenty five minutes later I heard a knock on the door and my mouth was already dribbling at the thought of all the delicious food. When I opened the door though, I was drooling for a whole other reason. There she was, in all her fucking glory, at my door, smiling nervously, with a bottle of wine in her hand. Had I fallen asleep or something and ended up in what would surely turn out to be a wet dream?

"Emily?" I watched as she looked me up and down and I was suddenly very aware of just how little I was wearing. I folded my arms across my chest and couldn't help but smile at the way she was nervously fiddling with the bottle.

"Hey, I just thought I'd come and check on you, make sure you aren't suffering from post traumatic stress or something..." She smiled then and fuck me it was such a cute quirky bend in her upper lip my knees actually went a little weak.

"...and I thought we could have a drink? If you're up for it?" She shoved the bottle into my hand, it was slightly too warm to drink, but as they say, it's the thought that counts.

"Sure, I've just ordered a shit load of food if you want to join me?" I stepped to one side of the door frame, giving her room to move past me. I didn't even think to ask how she knew where I was staying.

"Emilio! What's up Red? We hanging tonight or what?" Emily turned around and I felt her body stiffen, even with a few inches between us the tension resonated off of her. I was such a pillock, she was here to play wing man, butter me up with a bottle of wine so that she could big him up. He must have just been too eager. I felt like such a fucking tit.

"Who's your friend?" He was stood no more than a few feet away now, vodka in hand, grinning like an idiot with the collar on his polo neck shirt turned up. He was handsome in a rustic sort of way, but definitely not my type. Especially since my type seemed to have changed so dramatically recently.

"Hi..." I said, when it didn't seem like Emily was going to stop glaring at him and answer, "I'm Naomi, I was just telling Emily that I've ordered far too much food and I'm in the mood to get completely fucking wasted, but I might need a hand finding the best bar though." I figured that seeing as though my family were doing my nut in, I could use a few friends to hang out with for an evening.

"You're my kind of girl Naomi, all bra and no fucking trousers..." The guy grinned as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

As they walked past me into the Villa I could feel my whole body turn red with embarrassment, maybe I should put a top on after all. I wanted them functioning tonight and given the events earlier today that wasn't going to happen unless I was a little less naked.

I don't think I would be able to concentrate either with a topless Naomi Campbell roaming around.

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