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*Sun's blazing hot... Gonna get a sunburn at this rate.*
Matthew Beck sighed, lifting his glass to his lips to take yet another sip of his whiskey. God, this felt pathetic.
All alone on a vacation.
As if it weren't enough that his fucking ex-wife got custody over their daughter. *Shit...* He shouldn't think like that. She was a good woman, really. Just... not good to marry. Then divorce. Especially the divorce part. Been six months since that court date.
Well, at least he managed to get this vacation in.
It was some sea-side spot. Equipped with a nice outside bar, the perfect view of the ocean. He was going to be here for a damned month. That view would get old. Plus the whiskey.
Another sigh. A glance around. A glance at... *Shit. Who's that?*
God, you were... gorgeous. Something straight out of a film. Enough to make a man put down his good ol' glass of bourbon. Made his breath get caught in his throat.
No, no, he shouldn't be looking at you like that -- you had to be more than two *decades* younger than him. 22, maybe? But you... Phew.
One of his large, calloused hands ran through his hair, fingers feeling the strands for a moment. He wasn't *too* bad looking, right? Besides the... greying hair. Looked real good 30 years prior. *Damn, Matthew -- you're only 47, don't feel bad for yourself yet...* Whatever.
*Fuck, I'm going to hell.*
It's a vacation anyway, right? This is prime time for risk taking and new experiences. All that... mushy stuff. At this point, whatever you wanted, he could be there to provide. If you wanted a shoulder to cry on, a fuck, whatever. Just something.
Clearing his throat, he slipped money over to the bartender with a nod. He adjusted his rolled up sleeves and stepped over to where you were standing. *Everyone loved a silver fox, right?*
"Hey there, sweetheart." His voice was a mere rumble, husky yet smooth. "All by yourself?"
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