CHAPTER 50: CAN WE DO IT AGAIN?

Nick’s POV

After I brought Georgia back to the cave, I slipped into my now-dry pants, grabbed the satellite phone, and climbed up the ridge. I needed a clear signal—and space to think.

I quickly typed in my message:

[Tell Oliver I need him to marry me and Georgia Lewis, sister of David Lewis. Get the details from her best friend, Ella Collins, who is now on the cruise ship of Raymond Davis. He will marry us here on the island before we come home once rescued.]

Then I pressed send. I know that my sister will take a while digesting what I had just texted, so I used my time scanning the area down the ridge and also the sea on the horizon, for any possible people or ships.

After a while, Vicky replied with a long, angry message, making me smile. Women...

[Are you fucking kidding me? Why are you marrying that woman? Their side pinned you to murder. Are you out of your mind? No! Not happening. I will not do what you want! You can marry any woman for all I care, but not her. It’s enough to save her, but marrying her is another thing. I will not let you make this mistake...]

The text messages continued to come, about three more, but it’s all about Vicky scolding me, and I am not willing to listen to whatever she was saying.

I had made up my mind, and no one can change it.

[Just do it. I’ll explain when I get back. Do it quickly. I need Oliver to act now.]

I waited for her reply, but it didn’t come as quickly as I wanted. But when it came, it made me smirk.

[Fine! You owe me big time for this!]

I shut off the satellite phone to preserve its battery and headed back toward the cave, each step heavier with anticipation. This was happening. And no one, not even my sister, who is so dear to me, was going to stop me.

I returned to the cave with renewed confidence. If there’s one person in the world who can pull this off without creating a storm, it’s Oliver.

He’s not just my best friend, he’s my most trusted ally. He doesn’t ask unnecessary questions. He acts. And right now, that’s exactly what I need.

When I stepped inside, Georgia was already dressed, wiping down the surfaces and tidying up the cave. She looked up and smiled at me, and just like that, the tension in my chest loosened a little.

"How was it?" she asked, her eyes warm but curious.

"It’s done. Now we just have to survive long enough for them to find us," I said, half-joking, but the danger was still real.

She walked toward the supplies. "Are you hungry? There are bananas and canned goods left. We’re out of seafood."

"We can go find more," I offered. "There’s still daylight."

Her eyes lit up. "Great! I forgot to tell you, I saw some coconuts near the shore. They’re not too high. You can probably reach them."

She grabbed the two empty bags and started getting ready, full of energy.

I didn’t move. I just stood there, watching her. Every movement she made was captivating. And when she caught me staring, she paused and smiled like she knew exactly what I was thinking.

"Let’s go?" she asked, tilting her head with that sweet, innocent look that always messes with my focus.

I narrowed my eyes. "Are you sure you can walk that far?"

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, I’m fine now. Just... don’t do ’that’ on the beach again, and I promise I’ll be able to walk back just fine."

Gods. That smile. That voice. My thoughts immediately spiraled into every sinful direction. My lips curled into a wicked smirk.

The things I wanted to do to her...

"So... does that mean when we get back, we can do it again? On the bed, this time, make it more comfortable for you?" I said that only just to tease her.

Her eyes widened like I knew they would, her hands instantly flying to her hips.

"What?! Are you really a pervert! You are insane, Nick! It’s my first day doing it, and you’ve already fucked me three times! I am sore all over! Normal people don’t do that. They do it once and then recuperate after a few days before doing it again. You are a maniac!" she exploded like that.

I shrugged, completely unashamed. "Maybe I’m not normal. You knew that already. But you still didn’t answer me... Can we?" Deep inside, I was laughing. I am enjoying this.

She gasped, growled, and stormed right past me, her footsteps loud and sharp against the ground.

"Georg—Ow!"

She smacked me with the bags before stomping away.

"Never! Never again! You’re out of your damn mind! You will never ever touch me again!" she snapped, but continued walking.

But I couldn’t help it, I laughed. Gods, she was adorable when pissed.

"Hey! Wait up. I was joking! Don’t get mad, come on!" I jogged after her, grinning like an idiot, completely addicted to every second of her fire.

We reached the shore with me repeatedly apologizing, but Georgia hadn’t said a single word back. Not even a glance. She just kept walking, cold, silent, and quite dangerous.

Then she suddenly stopped and pointed at a tree towering over the shoreline. "That’s the one I was talking about," she said. "Now get your ass up there if you want to live, because I swear to god, if you piss me off one more time, I might stab you in your sleep."

Brutal. And sexy as hell.

I looked up at the tree. She was right, it wasn’t too tall, and the coconuts were low enough that I could climb it without much effort.

"Did you bring the rope?" I asked, still eyeing the height.

"Yes. And your Swiss knife. I figured you’d need it," she replied, already digging into the bag.

She handed both to me and gave me that raised eyebrow, stern, commanding. "Don’t come down until you’ve got them all. We’re using the shells for cooking and eating, so don’t leave anything."

Then, a wicked idea hit me. A little revenge. A little tease.

"But... I need something first. You know, to give me strength to climb that thing."

"What is it?" she asked, completely unsuspecting.

I smirked. "A kiss."

Her jaw dropped. She blinked in disbelief, then exhaled hard, clearly fighting the urge to murder me.

"What the fuck?!" she exploded.