I realize I’ve never been on a cruise before and I should be enjoying the scenery, the beautiful blue water surrounding us… All that shit. But I can’t, because the fuck who hurt Faith was here, and… Paparazzi. I managed to avoid them for the past few days, forgetting about where my career in boxing had taken me. I was only just in my twenties. They should be leaving me the fuck alone to explore adulthood, or some shit. But no, that just gave them more ammo. I ignore the flash of cameras – who the fuck has the time to go stalk someone on a cruise to take photos? And how did they even know I was here? – as I stare down Jason. His back is retreating from me, and it only pisses me off more. I know what he was doing. Fucking coming up to Faith’s cabin to try and talk to her. Never mind that he’s here with the woman he cheated on her with. Never mind he’s the world’s biggest prick.
