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You guys are doing wonders to my brain lol love you guys soooo much!

Could I ask for a completely warranted Finn and MC smut after the whole Kat and Alfie thing? Pretty pretty please!

FINNOCENT

S5 | Finn/MC | 3200+ | @mrsbsmooth

Everyone in the villa treats Erin like dirt. Alfie & Kat are the final straw. It's not fair, and Finn's fucking had enough. NSFW

Finn unbuttoned his shirt, his chat with Erin still swirling around his head. Kat had laughed when he’d flirted with Erin, telling everyone about the sex dream. She’d laughed whenever he cracked on with anyone. But for some reason, when it came to Arlo, Kat always seemed to get mad.

What was it about her?

God, he’d picked Kat over Erin in the first place because he’d thought she’d be more ‘cool’ with his flirting, but that was quickly becoming not the case. One would think that being cheated on would make you hyper-vigilant about your boyfriend flirting with other girls, but Erin was the chillest girl he’d ever met. Her constant pranks were the highlight of his day, making him fall over himself in laughter at how thoroughly she committed to them. He had badly misjudged her, and now, he was paying for it, Kat’s shrill screams still ringing in his ears.

He finished unbuttoning his shirt, and pulled it off just as Erin burst in from the roof terrace.

Her eyes were wide, her chest heaving, even paler than usual.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Erin.” he chuckled.

She shook her head. “I’ve… Finn.”

Finn furrowed his brow, and made his way over to her, placing his hands gently on her arms to steady her. “It’s fine, darlin’. I know I’m hot with my shirt off, but you’ve never gotten this flabbergasted before.”

He grinned at her, trying to calm her down, but she shook her head.

“Kat and Alfie. Snogging each other. More than. His hand was down her–”

“Ha,” he scoffed. “Right. ‘Course they were.”

Erin took his face in her hands, and looked into his eyes. “It’s not a prank, babe. I’m being serious. I just walked in on them.”

His eyes flickered to her lips, and he saw her jaw shaking. He knew she was a fabulous actress, and she’d tricked him many times before, her incredible ability to convince him of anything not even half to do with the fact he had an enormous crush on her.

A flash of panic went through his heart at admitting it, but he cleared his throat. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe her, he certainly believed that that’s what she thought she saw. But she was wrong. She had to be wrong.

“Erin, neither Alf nor Kat would do that to us. I’m sure it’s all a big misun…”

Alfie interrupted as he burst through the door after Erin, his face plastered with guilt and hot pink lipstick, looking like he was about to be sick.

“Erin, baby, please, it’s not what it looks like.”

Erin’s head whipped around, and she pointed a single finger at him, making him cower and damn near sink to his knees. “Fuck you, Alfie. I know what I fucking saw.”

“Baby,” Alfie gasped, his eyes almost watering. “It just happened, I’m so sorry. Please. Please.”

Finn’s mouth fell open, and he looked at Alfie. “Holy shit, man. You’re a really good actor.”

Alfie looked between him and Erin, confused. “I’m not acting, Erin, please, I promise, I’ll make this right.”

“After all your bullshit about going slow,” Erin spat. “I fucked you yesterday, and today you’re knuckle-deep in Kat’s cunt behind my back. You are trash, Alfie. You can fucking go to hell.”

Finn’s eyebrows shot up, and he almost laughed. “Jeez, Erin, I’ve gotta watch your show. This is–”

“It’s not a prank, Finn,” she begged, her eyes full of tears. “I need you to trust me.”

Even if she was acting, he couldn't leave her standing like this. His Finn-stincts kicked in, and he pulled her in to him, wrapping his arms around her as she breathed heavily into his chest. His head whipped to Alfie, and he looked at him, confused.

“Alf… no way?”

Alfie’s jaw quivered, and his eyes dropped to the floor. “I’m so sorry, man.”

Finn’s heart was beating a million miles a minute. “Gotta say, I didn’t see that coming.”

Alfie suddenly kicked into gear, trying desperately to explain himself to Erin, as she just turned her body away from him, pulling herself tighter into Finn.

Finn found himself getting progressively angrier, as Alfie spurted excuse after excuse, blaming Suresh, then blaming Finn, then blaming Arlo, then blaming Erin herself, accusing her of cracking on to Suresh behind his back. He couldn’t believe Alfie didn’t just take some fucking responsibility. Acknowledge he’d hurt her. Fucking apologise. He knew it probably had something to do with him having the softest of soft spots for Erin, but frankly, he was disgusted.

Erin said nothing, just hugged him, as Finn ran his fingers through her hair in long, gentle strokes to calm her.

Finally, Kat graced them with her presence, caring far less than Alfie did about convincing anyone of her innocence, and he felt one final moment of affection for her for that. Alfie grasped at his final straw, telling them that Kat had been the one to initiate everything, and the two of them bickered back and forth. Finn could barely believe it. Once again, Erin had been painted the villain, despite doing everything right. It suddenly washed over him how unbelievably cruel the entire villa had been to Erin, and she'd taken it in her stride, her chin up, a smile on her face, as she tried to hide how deeply she was hurting.

But he could see it. He looked down at her, her face buried in his chest, arms wrapped around his waist like he was the only person she knew would always be on her side.

Well, it was about time he showed her how right she was.

Alfie and Kat were so distracted by their argument, that Finn was able to take Erin’s hand and walk right past them without either of them even noticing. He led her away from everyone, down to the only place he knew they’d get any actual privacy. A small, empty storeroom that the camera crew used to throw extra cables in. He pulled her in, flicking the light on, and locking the door behind him.

“There. It’s just us now,” he soothed. “You’re okay, Beour.”

She looked like she was going to cry, but she swallowed it back, shaking her head.

“Thank you, babe,” she sighed. “I must say, a part of me knew he’d do something like this. He’s just that fucking immature.”

“Well, gotta say, I kinda expected it from Kat, too,” he chuckled. “I guess that’s what we get for not sticking to our own age group.”

Erin chuckled, and threw her arms around him again, pulling herself close to him. “I hate you a little bit for not believing me right away.”

“D’you blame me?” he chuckled. “Your acting’s too good. Shouldn’t have cried wolf so many times. But you asked me to trust you, and I did.”

He felt a smile tugging at Erin’s face, and she laughed a little. “I know. And thank you for that. It… It means a lot.”

"You know I can't say no to you." Finn smoothed her hair, and kissed her affectionately on the head. “But we do need a safeword for pranks.”

Erin laughed louder, and she pulled back, smiling up at him. “God, you’re seriously the perfect guy, you know that?”

“I do, Beour. I absolutely do. You don’t get an ego like this being mediocre, now, do you?”

She shook her head, and sighed heavily, settling back into his arms. God, it felt so incredible to hold her like this, her beautiful soft skin under his hands, the fabric of her beautiful dress so foreign under his fingers. He wished he could take her out of it. Could run his hands over her entire body.

He pictured her breasts in his hands, the soft curve of her ass in his palms. How the soft skin of her thighs would feel as he teased them with his lips. He could feel himself starting to harden, and he thought about shifting it away from her, but Erin only pressed more firmly against him.

“Can I ask you something?” she whispered.

“You just did,” a shit-eating grin on his face.

She rolled her eyes, and flicked his arm with her fingers. “I’m serious, for once.”

“Alright, one question. Maybe two, if I feel like it.”

Erin paused for a moment. “Why didn’t you pick me?”

Finn smiled as he pulled back, gazing down at her to make sure she was serious. She was; a rare moment of vulnerability that begged him to give it to her straight.

He sighed. “I thought Kat would be the less jealous of the two of you.”

Erin snorted with laughter, and he joined her, grinning.

“I know. God, couldn't have been more wrong, right? But with your cheating ex being here, you can see how I… anyway. Now I know that you’re not like that, but I didn’t at first. I judged you. Wrongly.”

Erin nodded, but she paused again, as if pondering a question with a very different implication. His heart picked up, and within a minute it was beating so fast he was sure she’d be able to feel it, letting the silence linger as he waited for her to ask the second question.

Erin took a deep breath, and he readied himself, only for her to exhale again. He stroked his fingers down her back, tracing them slowly back up to her neck, as he threaded his fingers into her hair.

Silently begging her to ask it.

“Do you regret it?” she whispered.

His fingers were twisted in her hair, but he released it, tracing his fingers along her jawline as he tilted her face toward his.

He drew her gaze, falling headfirst into her deep brown eyes. He leaned in closer, the feel of her soft breath on his lips like a whisper from her body to his.

“Every. Single. Day.”

No sooner had the words left his lips, did she have hers pressed to his. Erin’s hands were in his hair, and his dropped to her waist, pulling her against him as she grasped handfuls of him. He’d kissed her twice already in the villa, but in that moment, it felt like they’d been waiting a lifetime to do it.

The feel of Erin’s body against his was like a high voltage shock, the electricity making the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He wrapped a hand around the back of her neck, willing to die for the feeling as she sent him into a desperate rhythm of tongues and lips. God, have mercy, she was undeniable to him. In that moment, he realised how deeply obsessed with her he truly was. He wanted her. Needed her. He was burning up at the thought of her. She dragged her teeth along his bottom lip, pulling him into her, and he groaned with delight as she used the distraction to drop her hand to his belt.

“Whaddya say to a bit of payback?” she whispered, running her hand down the front of his rapidly tightening trousers.

“Don’t get mad, get even?” he chuckled.

“Mmm. But getting even’s not gonna cut it.”

He groaned, and dropped his lips to her neck, licking and kissing at the sensitive spots he found. She was jolting under his hands, responding to his every move as she spread her legs, grinding herself against him as she moaned.

Finn turned them around, lifting her up onto a small table, and dropped his hand to her thighs. He ran his fingers over the outside of her underwear, already feeling her wetness through the flimsy fabric. He groaned, flicking them aside, and slipped two fingers between her folds. She whimpered as he found her clit with ease, running it between his fingers as he gently teased it.

“You always this wet, or does revenge just get you hot?”

She chuckled. “Surprised you’re not assuming it’s you.”

Finn huffed a laugh, and grinned at her. "I was pretendin' to be humble.”

Erin kissed him hard, and he groaned into it, moving his fingers faster on her clit as he teased her. She groaned and gasped and whispered his name, and he slipped his fingers lower, teasing them inside her, one after the other. His thumb riding her clit as she rode his fingers, her hands wrapped around his neck as he stroked her g-spot.

“Fuck, Finn, that’s so good,” she whispered. “But I need more of you. Please.”

“Tongue or cock?” He growled, and the most delicious moan fell from her lips.

“Cock. God, please give me your cock. I want to feel you inside me. I want–”

But she was interrupted by him pulling his fingers from her, sticking them in his mouth to lick them clean. She watched him, her mouth open, as he savoured her, running his tongue between his fingers to taste every last drop of her.

“Shame,” he said. “You’re fuckin’ delicious.”

Erin gasped, grabbing for his trousers, undoing them so fast he barely registered what she was doing. He groaned as she slid from the table to her knees, face to face with his cock, and she chuckled.

“Of course you fucking go commando.”

“Easy access, my darlin’.”

She tilted her head back, looking up at him as she opened her mouth, swirling her tongue around his tip as she tasted his precum. “Oh God,” she whispered. “You taste fucking incredible.”

She ran her lips down his length, and he groaned, but pulled back. “Get up,” he commanded. “You said you wanted me inside you.”

Erin obeyed, standing up, and he turned her around, pulling her underwear down and pocketing them.

Finn pressed on her back, bending her over in front of him. He knelt down briefly, allowing himself another taste of her as he licked her from behind. Her thighs twitched, and she moaned, her hands pressing against the wall, as he stood and aligned himself to her centre.

He knew they didn’t have much time, but he needed to time it perfectly; long enough for Alfie and Kat to be looking for them, but not so long for the production team to beat the door down.

So he thrust into her. Hard. He gave her his whole length all at once, and she cried out, arching her back as the noise reverberated around the room in an echo. She looked over her shoulder at him, grinning.

“Again.”

He withdrew from her, slowly, slowly, and drove back into her, his fingers digging into her hips as he brought her back to meet him. Erin cried out again, her hands against the wall, securing herself as she finished the movement with a roll of her hips.

He groaned at the feeling of her gripping him from every direction, and pulled out once more, but instead of one hard thrust, he gave her two slow ones, and she moaned even louder.

“God, please, Finn, just fuck me!”

He chuckled. “Only if you promise you scream my name when you come.”

Erin smiled over her shoulder at him. “Deal.”

He briefly considered being gentle, but quickly changed his mind as Erin shuffled, angling her hips forward and locking him in with how tight she was.

He gasped, cursing out loud, as he noted why Suresh and Alfie were so keen on keeping her all to themselves. Finn had never left a woman unsatisfied, but Erin had the type of pussy that would make him blow in seconds if he didn’t start concentrating. Her perfect ass grinding back against him as he buried himself in that vice-grip of a pussy, his hands holding her curvy hips, her long, dark hair a mess of waves down her back.

Erin moaned his name, and growled her approval as he slipped his hand between her legs. His thrusts became more forceful as he watched her body tighten under his hands, the table slamming against the wall with the force of his thrusts.

God, the noise, the unbelievable noise of it was almost hurting his ears, the banging of metal and slapping of skin as he thrust into her harder and harder.

“Yes, Finn, like that, oh my god,” she groaned, moaning louder with each thrust. She felt so good, the grip of her, the slick wetness as she took every inch of him with ease, each individual ridge inside her igniting him as he hit them, over and over.

“Fuck, you feel fuckin’ amazing,” he gasped

He adjusted his stance, and she gasped, her head falling back as he felt her walls began to tighten. He groaned, angling his tip to smack her right in the g-spot, as her moans became mewls, and her mewls turned to cries.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she gasped, as she clenched tighter and tighter around him.

Fuck, he was close, his entire body shaking as he furiously circled her clit, desperate to feel her, to see her, to hear her…

“I’m gonna come,” she whispered, her volume in a deep crescendo as she raised her voice louder and louder. “I’m gonna come, Finn, FINN!”

Erin cried out, her voice only contributing further to the din, the sound of her screaming his name over and over the most delicious thing he’d ever heard. But the sound of her ecstasy ruled above it all, completely engulging him as he came inside her, his body sucked into hers as she locked him in her vice. He groaned, her name falling from his own lips, worshipping her over and over with his thrusts. The clanging of the table slowed as he did, the loud chorus of noises replaced by only the sound of their own breathing as they came down together.

“Holy fuck,” Erin laughed.

“Holy fuck indeed,” he agreed. “That was fuckin’ amazing.”

“Mmhmm,” she chuckled, groaning as he pulled out of her. She stood, and he smirked as he handed her her underwear, before pulling his trousers back on.

“So…” she blushed. “Before we go out here and face the repercussions… where does this leave us?”

Finn stepped forward, cupping her face in his hands, and kissing her softly. “We can sleep on the daybeds for the next few nights. Don’t care. I just want you.”

Erin laughed. “So what happens if I don’t want you?”

He sighed, and rolled his eyes, sweeping her into a deep kiss that had her melting into his arms. And as he released her, she practically had stars in her eyes. “Yeah, but you do, so that’s not something we’ll need to worry about.”

Erin’s face broke out into a wide smile, and she giggled, as he righted her.

As soon as they opened the door, they were surrounded by people, the producers furious, Eddie, Dana, and Arlo practically falling over themselves trying not to laugh. Kat looked like she’d already sharpened her claws, Alfie avoided eye contact, and Suresh looked like he was damn near about to burst into flames.

He had absolutely no idea why, though. Not one of them had had a kind word for Erin for weeks. All they'd done was accuse her. Gaslight her. Call her names. Make fun of her behind her back.

Finn took Erin’s hand, and walked past all of them.

Not one of them deserved her but him.

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litgwritersroom · 2 years

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Hey guys! So my idea that I can’t get out of my head, can be wrote as you prefer but what if MC did leave instead of Meera? I know a lot of us players would have preferred to see that instead of how things turned out. I wanted to see what would be the aftermath of MC leaving because specially Suresh picking Arlo to make MC jealous how would he feel knowing MC left because he decided to go with someone else, or even Eddie… I’m curious. ☺️

I hope this inspire you guys in some way and thank you for all you do and if you do decide to answer this ❣️

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S5 | 2300+ words | @ellegreenwxy

MC is booted from the Villa in a 'shocking' turn of events. Time for some tearful hug's goodbye ... right?

“The girl I’m choosing to couple up with is…Meera.”

A gasp sounded from someone in the group but Hayden couldn’t quite pinpoint who it was. Quite frankly, she didn’t care. She wasn’t even surprised that she was leaving, she couldn’t imagine for the life of her why anyone else would be.

When Hayden had walked into the Villa that first day, she’d been hopeful. She’d honestly thought she might have had a chance at finding love again after having her heart shattered by her ex of nearly three years. Maybe it was a little silly of her to be so optimistic––it was reality television, after all, there was no guarantee she would even leave the Villa with her dignity intact––but she had been.

Until she saw Suresh.

Laying eyes on her cheating ex-boyfriend when she was supposed to be entering her “summer of love” had felt like a slap to the face. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that she had finally put herself back together and there he was, ready to shatter her all over again. It wasn’t fair that she’d been forced to couple up with him on that first day and stay coupled up with him. It wasn’t fair that all of her embarrassing baggage with him had made everyone else not want to touch her with a ten-foot pole.

Not a damn thing about it was fair, but that was her luck. That had always been her luck.

She felt eight sets of eyes on her as she stood there in front of the firepit. Alone.

Her phone buzzed in the pocket of her sparkling black dress and she pulled the device out, reading the text aloud to the rest of the group. “Hayden, your time on Love Island has come to an end. Please pack your things and say your goodbyes.”

Even though she’d woken up that morning somehow knowing today was her last day, Hayden had expected to feel…something. Anything, really. Instead, she felt absolutely nothing as she stood there, realization setting in that her time here was well and truly done. Finished.

Nobody else seemed to quite believe it either, judging by the fact that no one had moved from their seats. Suresh looked furious, Dana appeared to be devastated, and Finn, Eddie, and Kat just looked shocked. It was almost eerily quiet, nothing but the crackling of the firepit to fill the empty air.

“What the hell, Alfie?”

Finally, Suresh’s voice rang out, loud and clear as he got to his feet, looking down at Alfie with nothing but fury flickering in his green eyes. She watched as Alfie started to speak but the words were tumbling out of her mouth before she could stop them.

“Oh, that’s fucking rich, Suresh.”

His head whipped around, so quickly she thought he might have hurt his neck. “Hayden––”

“I don’t want to hear shit from you, okay? You had every damn chance to pick me and you didn’t, so why the hell are you punishing Alfie for pursuing the first genuine connection he’s had in the Villa?” she demanded, and he just looked at her, frozen where he stood. But she didn’t stop.

“I can’t believe I honestly thought you were capable of showing me that you aren’t a total and complete ass. I seriously considered giving you another chance, but no! You decided you wanted to play mind games and pick Arlo to make me jealous. So, not only are you playing me but you’re using another girl to do it.”

He grew paler and paler with every word that left her lips, looking as stunned as if she had reached over and slapped him as hard as she could.

It hadn’t been hard to work out what he was doing. Suresh had always liked to think he was playing chess while everyone else was playing checkers, but Hayden had been with him long enough that she could spot when he was playing games from a mile away. This time was certainly no different.

“Damn, she told you Suresh,” she heard Eddie speak up from where he was still sitting next to Dana, sounding way too smug for her liking. She was already on a roll, may as well keep going…

“Oh, don’t even get me started on you, Eddie.” Hayden turned to look at him, unable to squash the pride she felt when he went nearly as pale as Suresh had gotten, his eyes wide as he took her in.

“You have been sticking your nose into my business ever since I got here. Telling every damn person in this Villa about who I’m snogging, who I’m flirting with––hell, I cannot even talk to someone without you running and tattling to everyone about what I’m doing. It’s like we’re in primary school!”

She heard Alfie stifle a laugh, coughing into his fist in a vain attempt to mask the sound.

“Honestly, Eddie, you’re a manipulative snake and I feel bad for Dana that she has to be in a couple with you. The way you like to pretend you’re looking out for everyone, when actually you’re just stirring the pot and trying to make everyone else look bad? Trying to make me look bad? You know what, I’m glad that I’m leaving so I don’t have to deal with it anymore.”

With that, she turned on her heels and walked back to the Villa to collect her things.

A few moments later, she heard footsteps on the decking but she didn’t bother turning around to see who was coming after her. She simply made her way upstairs to the bedroom, finding her cupboard and dragging her things out of it. She didn’t bother folding anything up nicely, knowing she’d dump it all in the laundry as soon as she was back home.

Home.

God, she hadn’t thought she would miss it as much as she had. After things ended between her and Suresh, it had been hard to go back to her old life, as dramatic as that sounded. But it had. Heartbreak made your head all fuzzy, made it hard to remember the person you’d been before you had let someone in. She’d become someone different, and it hadn’t felt right to just try and be the person she’d used to be.

So, she’d moved away from Edinburgh. Found a flat in London, made new friends, got a typical post-breakup haircut. It hadn’t felt like home, though. What she’d built with Suresh had been a home, as much as it pained her to admit that, but London had been more of an…escape. But now, standing at her bedside, throwing her clothes into the sleek metal suitcase, she couldn’t help but think of it as home.

Maybe this had been what she’d always needed, a way to finally sever the ties that bound her to the life she’d had before. “Hayden…”

Dana’s voice was soft, a little wobbly like she was fighting back the urge to cry. Hayden felt a gentle hand on her arm and she managed a small smile. “I’m okay Dana, honestly,” she assured her, and it was the truth. She wasn’t sad to be leaving. If anything, she was relieved.

“Maybe if you’d put on your grafting boots, you wouldn’t be hitting the road so soon,” Kat said, perching herself on the edge of the bed.

Hayden rolled her eyes as she bunched up a T-shirt and tossed it in. “Listen Kat, I’m going to give you some tough love because out of everyone here, I think you need it most. Finn is a flirt. Choose to believe it or not, that’s your choice. But if tonight showed you anything, it’s that he’s not all in the way that you are.” Kat opened her mouth to speak but Hayden put a hand up to stop her.

“And before you go off on some tangent about how delusional I am or how I sound like I’m full of shit, how about you hop off your fucking high horse and gain some perspective? You and Finn may have chemistry, but you also clash. You’re too possessive and he’s too flighty. I couldn’t count on both hands the amount of times he’s flirted with me since coupling up with you. So, I would think long and hard about whether or not you want to dump all of your eggs in his basket before you get hurt.”

Kat looked gobsmacked, her mouth hanging open like she was planning on using it to try and catch flies. Finally, she shook her head and hopped up off of the bed. “Whatever babes, your opinion doesn’t matter since you’re leaving anyways,” she said before she sashayed out of the room, leaving Hayden and Dana alone.

The two girls shared a look, and Hayden found herself unable to stifle the giggles that escaped her. “God, good luck with her, girl,” she told Dana, reaching for a bikini to stuff into the suitcase.

Dana started to say something, although someone in the doorway must have caught her eye, Hayden thought, because she clenched her jaw, her posture going a bit rigid. When Hayden turned and saw who was standing there, she thought the reaction was pretty damn warranted.

“Suresh,” she said a little cooly, and her ex had the nerve to look sheepish.

“Can we talk Hay? Please?” he asked, and she turned to look at Dana who simply nodded and left the room, leaving the two of them alone.

“What do you want, Suresh?” Hayden asked, folding her arms over her chest. Maybe it made her look a little defensive, but she had every reason to be when he was around. This was the man who had shattered her like some piece of fine china, God forbid she didn’t welcome him with open arms.

“I thought Alfie was going to pick you,” he admitted, stepping further into the room.

“Alfie and I are just friends. He and Meera actually have the potential to be something,” Hayden said, turning her attention back to packing. “Besides, with you in here, I’m too ‘complicated.’” The words had stung a little when she’d first heard them, but she’d learned to let them roll off of her. Even if everyone in the Villa thought she was defined by her ex-boyfriend, she wouldn’t allow herself to be.

“I’m sorry,” he said, and she bit her lip, throwing another bikini into her suitcase.

“Don’t be. I’m ready to leave,” she admitted, gently shrugging her shoulders.

“Because of me?”

Hayden closed her eyes for a brief moment, forcing herself to take a deep breath, before she shut her suitcase and turned to face him. “Do you know what you did to me?” she asked, and he shifted.

“I cheated––”

“No,” she interrupted. “Do you know what you did to me?” When he didn’t say anything, she continued on. “You broke me, Suresh. You didn’t just break my heart, but you broke me. I couldn’t even live in the same country as you after what happened. I had to move to a completely different city to try and put myself back together.

“I was going to marry you. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you because you were it for me. You were the one. I would have quit my job. I would have moved across the globe to be with you, that was how much I fucking loved you. But I wasn’t enough for you.” He started to argue with her but she pushed ahead, raising her voice slightly.

“If I had been enough for you, you wouldn’t have done what you did. You always want more than what you have. You’re never going to find someone who can satisfy you and I understand that now. I’m tired of letting myself feel like shit because you got greedy.”

He looked hurt, like he couldn’t believe she would say those things to him. But she was tired of cowering and acting like she was just going to lay down and take whatever the world threw at her. She was done being the meek little girl who let men break her apart. She deserved better than that.

And being in a place like this? Where her ex was practically attached to her hip? Scaring people away from getting to know her? She’d come here to get away from him, not to have him continue to control her life. So if that meant leaving without finding what she’d come here for, that was fine.

At least she was leaving, knowing she was worth a hell of a lot more than everyone had led her to believe. That was more than she’d had before.

“Bye, Suresh,” she said, pulling her suitcase off of the bed before brushing past him and down the stairs.

The rest of the Islanders were gathered outside the front door of the Villa, ready to send her off. She hugged Dana and Alfie and exchanged pleasantries with Arlo, Finn, and Meera. Kat and Eddie looked as if they’d rather die than talk to her which was perfectly fine. Suresh was nowhere to be seen, probably still reeling from the conversation they’d just had. She didn’t say anything––she doubted there was anything left for her to say––so she simply walked down the drive, dragging her suitcase behind her.

The last time a chapter of her life had closed, she’d been heartbroken. She’d thought that there was no way she could move on and be whole again. And now here she was, closing another chapter, this time with the knowledge that she was coming out on the other side. Despite all of the stupid drama and her past threatening to drag her back down, she was stronger than it all.

That was something to be proud of.

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