Caribbean Queen's - Morgana - Part 9, a short story by lscc. Date added: 2012-01-05. Times viewed: 2118.
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- Intro: The first in a trilogy of stories. Morgana is the youngest of three cousins who go on holiday to Jamaica for a break and end up finding love.
The next two days flew by and they spent them in each others company.
After being caught by the elderly woman, they’d fallen into bed and lazed away a few hours just talking and making love.
Morgana had been on a high and totally forgotten about Todd and his sudden appearance at the hotel.
Yesterday, Chris had surprised her by telling her he’d booked a table for them in one of the hotels restaurants. She’d been delighted and dressed in her finest outfit and met him in the lobby. He’d been wearing some dark jeans and a checked shirt and her heart had fluttered wildly in her chest.
She’d faltered a little in her wedge sandals realising right then that she loved him. As fast as it had happened. It hadn’t scared her, in fact, a huge smile had curved her lips and her steps had quickened. Chris had wrapped her in his arms and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.
“Shall we go in?”
Morgana had nodded in agreement and hooked an arm through his as he’d guided her through the lobby to the place they’d be dining.
It was Italian and she squeezed his hand in delight. They’d eaten a three course meal with tiramisu for desert and chatted about their lives back in England including their jobs and family.
They’d ended the evening with a walk around the lit swimming pool. As they’d reached the bar, he’d patted one of the barstools and she’d climbed up and realised they were now the same height. He’d moved between her parted knees and kissed her gently. She’d sighed and melted against him.
After several minutes he’d pulled back and stroked his fingers down her cheek as he’d smiled at her. Then he’d said five words which she hadn’t been expecting him to say, “I think I love you.”
Morgana’s mouth had gaped wide open, “Chris…?”
He’d shushed her with a finger to her lips and then raised her hand to his mouth and kissed her fingers one by one. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
And then disappeared.
It was now the fifth day of Morgana’s holiday and the group were sunbathing by the pool. Chris was laid beside her and Lissa and Niall were talking quietly.
She cast a glance at Kim, a slight frown on her face, at the state of her cousin. She was unusually pale and her eyes were red from the amount of crying she’d been doing. It was clear to all of them that she’d not managed to make things right with Sam.
“Where are you off to?” Morgana asked as Chris vacated the sun lounger they were sharing.
He grinned and dipped to kiss her at length. “Me and Niall are supposed to be leaving later today.”
Morgana went rigid as she sat up. “What?!”
She heard Lissa shriek the same thing.
Chris raised his palms to try and calm her, “We’re going to see if we can sort out another couple of days stay. We’ll tell you what happens.”
“But…?”
He’d already disappeared around the bar with Niall.
She turned to Lissa who had an equally shocked expression on her face.
Kim snorted, “Trust me, they’ll make sure they get a room.” Her voice was biting.
Morgana turned to face her with a glare. “Excuse me?”
Kim met her gaze unflinchingly, “They’re crazy about you both. Why can’t you see that?”
The tension left her as Kim’s eyes filled with fresh tears. “Kimmy,” she whispered, using her childhood nickname for her cousin as she pulled her into her arms. She felt Lissa settle beside them as Kim sobbed onto her soldier.
“I love him,” she whimpered.
“Aww, sweetie,” Lissa crooned, stroking Kim’s hair soothingly.
She lifted her head a little to ask, “What am I going to do?”
“It’ll work out. I promise.” Lissa told her, “Do you want a drink?”
Kim nodded and offered a weak smile, “Just a coke, please.”
“Morgana?”
“Coke for me too, please.”
With a smile and a nod, she disappeared.
“Tell me what happened to split you and Sam up.”
Kim’s eyes flew to hers and she shook her head.
“Kim.” She warned.
“Alright!” She hissed angrily, “He overheard me talking about something I did before I came here that he didn’t agree with.”
“What?” Morgana pressed. Her cousin looked away as though ashamed. “Kim, I want to help.”
“I…” she let out an unsteady breath, “I slept with Todd the night before we flew out here. That’s why he broke up with you.” She paused for a second before rushing on, “He turned up the other day to apologise to you but I couldn’t have you knowing, not after seeing how happy you were with Chris. But then Sam found us when we were arguing about it and he looked so devastated,” he voice hitched and despite it all, Morgana placed a hand to her arm. “He hates me now…and so do you.” One single fat tear fell down her cheek as she looked at Morgana.
Strangely enough, she didn’t hate Kim.
In fact she felt strangely grateful because had it not been for her she wouldn’t have looked twice at Chris never mind flirt with him.
“I don’t hate you.”
“Well you should,” she said bitterly. “I hate myself.”
“Kim!” Lissa protested as she came back, carrying the tray of drinks.
A figure caught Morgana’s attention as she looked up and she narrowed her eyes. “I need to freshen up a little, be back in a few minutes.”
They nodded and obviously weren’t paying attention as she walked in the wrong direction, heading to the bar where Sam worked as a DJ at night.
It was in darkness but the door was open and she slipped inside. Sam was the only person there, flipping through a case of CD’s and she walked over to him. He glanced up in surprise. “Morgana?”
“Sam.”
He closed the case of CD’s with a light thud and put them on the table he was sat at. “What can I do for you?”
She put her hands on her hips and gave him a cool stare, “You can make up with Kim.”
Sam let out a weary breath and looked away. “There was a reason behind it, I didn’t just--”
“I know the reason, she told me earlier… I don’t hate her for sleeping with Todd because if it hadn’t been for that I would never have found Chris. If I can forgive her, why can’t you?”
“Morgana…”
She moved closer to him and grabbed his hand, cutting off whatever he was going to say. She took him to the window and pointed to the lounger she’d recently vacated. “Does she look happy?” She asked him, indicating Kim. “Does she?”
He sighed, “No.”
“She’s never looked more radiant than when she was with you. You get what I’m saying, don’t you?”Sam’s blue eyes met hers, “I do and I care about her, too.”
“Then make things right because we leave in two days.”
He nodded and glanced out the window thoughtfully and she left him to go rejoin her cousins.
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