Fate

Greg won his ticket by accepting the fact that he constantly overworks himself. He is the owner of many small firms in Chicago and is always on the move. He wants to find the best options for each business to make as much profit as possible, while continuing to give quality service to his customers. Greg was a businessman and never left the city or had any time alone for himself. If Greg did have a chance to get away for even a few days he would book a private jet and a full excursion instantly, but he never does. Ray, a close friend and investor of his, knew this for a long time and finally had the opportunity to give it to him.

After winning a ticket to the beautiful tropical islands of the Bahamas from a small poker tournament, Ray decided to give his ticket to Greg. After constant bickering and arguing about price and why he needs to stay in Chicago, Greg finally accepted the gift and prepared for a weekend of hopefully nothing but sand, sun, and drinks.

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Rachel is quite the opposite. Almost every night, wherever there is a party, Rachel and her friends will be there. She loves to have fun and let loose to connect more physically with people and not worry about life problems. She found her ticket inside her bra one morning after a crazy Friday night. After seeing that it was a plane ticket going to the Bahaman islands she instantly began packing her swimsuits.

Rachel always wanted to be around warm and colorful areas. The (four star) Morning Sun Villas provided exactly that. The hotel was right on the beach and only a few minutes walking distance away from the middle of town. When getting to the hotel she began to eye the other winners of the trip and many caught her eye, one in particular was holding a briefcase.

She walked over after seeing him settle down on a cushioned chair. His belongings were on the ground by his side; two big suitcases. “That's a lot of luggage for one person” she thought this was a good starter.

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After stepping off the bus, Greg looked up at the hotel. He was impressed with the font and layout of the building. He noticed the small details that made the property all that much better. After learning that his room would not be ready for another hour, he found a spot to sit down. He began to people watch; one of his favorite activities. Others like him, who have not yet been given their room key, either walked around acting like they knew where they were going only to come right back while the people who did receive a key hurried to their rooms while getting their bathing suits out on the way to the elevator. He got a buzz from his phone, a text from Ray: Living the life yet?

While typing a response he heard a young lady’s voice ask him a question. Greg looked up from the screen and firstly noticed her bright red toenails in casual flip flops, Versace would be much better he thought. This followed by the obviously see-through skirt, nice thin waist, he then saw her surprisingly large breasts, wonder how much those cost? Finally he noticed her face; a delicate beauty without any acne or marks. There were no signs of any byproducts used in this natural sculpture, and her hair was smoothly flowing down her shoulders. He almost forgot the question he was asked. “Luggage? Oh yes, one is for clothes, the other has a bunch of work stuff.”

“Work? But you're on a vacation right?”

“Oh yes, but I like to know a lot of upcoming things my company might face.”

“Company? So you're like a boss or something? That's so cool you must have a lot of money!”

They never ask the right questions. “Well I never need to worry about the number on the check if that's what you're asking.” He wanted to joke around but lost interest when she seemed to not have the eye for business.

She giggled and took a sip of her alcoholic beverage. Rachel liked this guy, he was tall, strong, handsome, and had money. She knew he couldn't have missed her bosom while talking to her either. She had her target.

“Well maybe after we get our room keys and settle in you would like to hit the beach with me?” Maybe she asked too soon.

“Yea maybe.” Greg was looking around now at other things seemingly uninterested. Rachel had to add a final touch. She leaned down towards him, making sure her cleavage was clearly visible, put her hand on his thigh, lightly squeezing it, and said “make sure to bring a bathing suit.” She began to walk towards the front desk again and looked back, “I’ll be hanging around here waiting for you.”

Greg saw enough. He knew the type of person she was. Someone who parties a lot and hooks up with everyone. Greg hated these types of people, they typically have no responsibilities nor do they care about the important things in life such as money or future. Although living happy and carefree is an interesting way to go through life, eventually the problems will catch up to everyone, one by one.

But for some reason Greg felt a hint of affection towards this woman. Either something she said or the way she looked gave Greg a reason to actually want to meet with her later. But she was not someone who he wanted to have in his life; crazy and organized do not mix. Wait, I don't even know her name.

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Greg looked around the room for her. He felt silly wearing his bathing suit and tank top, mostly because it has been years since he put one on. He looked towards the bar and found his target. Her nails were still bright but there was no skirt on this time. She had a very thin bathing suit on showing her thin figure and round butt more, and her hair was now up. Yep, she wants to have fun.

Rachel noticed him walking up. “Hey!” She ran over to him and gave him a light hug with a kiss on the check. Nothing serious but she wanted to get a little loose. Greg copied her actions, “Hi, I forgot to ask for your name earlier and didn’t want to be rude.” She hadn’t even noticed, “Oh sorry neither did I,” there was her little giggle again, “I’m Rach, for Rachel, and you are?”

“I’m Greg or Gregory but I haven't heard that name in a long time.” He was still thinking about how much skin she was showing to the world. She smiled at him, “Greg, I like that, do you want a drink before we go out?” Greg hadn’t ordered a drink from a bar in a long time either. What had he used to get that he always loved? There was ice in it he knew that at least. Before he could look up to give the bartender a basic drink order, Rachel already put in a request for him and was finishing the last few sips of her own drink. She looked at him and grabbed his hands, those are cold, “Don’t worry hun, you're gonna love this drink. It’s not that strong and it’s really colorful.”

Greg didn’t want to lie to himself. He was just a little excited for this drink and what could come in the next few hours. But his business and work were still on his mind and he didn't want to forget about the upcoming stock market close prices or the client his secretary will be meeting. Too much to think about Greg, just enjoy the beach.

The bartender served them each their drinks but before Greg could take a sip Rachel grabbed his hand and walked him toward the back of the hotel and right onto the beach. Greg looked toward the water and sighed, “Wow it's a really nice day out huh?” Rachel began walking towards the right side of the hotel near the brush, “Oh it is very nice out!” Greg was wondering where she was taking him. They walked past most other people out relaxing until they reached a cozy spot next to a thick tree stump.

I hope he likes my idea. Rachel began to smile as she sat next to her nicely laid out towel with assorted meats and cheeses on a plate. “What is all this?” Greg was confused and surprised. Maybe she is a little different than I thought. Rachel looked at Greg and he began to sit. “Well I know you might think I am just another party girl looking for a hookup,” the irony, “So I wanted to do something different for a change.”

Greg went through a range of thoughts. He was sure this woman was not someone he would like and now he does. He didn't think he would spend time with her but he is. He wanted to do his work, but for some reason, he isn't. Something has happened to him that he never thought would happen, in a place he never thought he would be in. Am I really doing this?

“What are you thinking over there mister?”

“Care to join me in the water my lady?